  
 
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 Nord and Bert Couldn't Make Head or Tail of It, written by Jeff O'Neill. Nord and Bert Couldn't Make Head or Tail of It was released in 1987 by Infocom. You can learn more about the game by visiting the ifWiki. The game is only available commercially, and given its age it can sometimes be quite difficult to track down, but it's well worth the investment of time and money to find your own copy, because it's a true classic.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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Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Untied Press International Floyd | Floyd | PUNSTER (UPI) - Citizens of the little town of Punster have recently Floyd | been victimized by a series of strange happenings which have ground Floyd | local businesses to a halt and played havoc with everyday life. Floyd | The wide-spread plague seems to be focused on the area of language Floyd | itself. In some cases, what were once simple actions to perform now Floyd | require the use of old, time-worn phrases. Floyd | In other cases, objects and even citizens have been transformed Floyd | overnight into strange mutations of their previous selves. Floyd | A man-on-the-street interview conducted by this reporter proved Floyd | fruitless. Two local farmers asked for their opinions of the situation Floyd | said they couldn't make head or tail of it, and made no further Floyd | statement. Floyd | The mayor of Punster, whose administration has been widely viewed as Floyd | being paralyzed and corrupted by the plague, could not be reached for Floyd | comment. Floyd | Meanwhile, a Citizens' Action Committee was recently formed to probe Floyd | for ways to restore the town of Punster to its happily mundane Floyd | condition. Floyd | Floyd | [Reporter's Note: This story was compiled with help from whoever it was Floyd | who untied me so I could type out this story.] Floyd | Floyd | [Press any key to begin.] | |||||
| DavidW clears the save counter. | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "contract plague" | |||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Nord and Bert Couldn't Make Head or Tail of It Floyd | Infocom interactive fiction Floyd | Copyright (c) 1987 by Infocom, Inc. All rights reserved. Floyd | Nord and Bert Couldn't Make Head or Tail of It Floyd | is a trademark of Infocom, Inc. Interpreter 2 Version N Floyd | Release 19 / Serial number 870722 Floyd | Floyd | Beginning Floyd | Floyd | We, the members of the Citizens' Action Committee, welcome you to our Floyd | mixed-up Town of Punster. You have no doubt already heard about the Floyd | nature of our troubles. Very giving of yourself indeed it is, for you Floyd | to help cleanse the land of every wrongful, wordful deed. In this time Floyd | when phraseology is practiced with mischief as the sole black art, when Floyd | the currency is debased with the ceaseless random coinage of words, Floyd | when verbicide is statistically the common household tragedy -- now is Floyd | the time when such a doer of good words is most welcome. Floyd | Floyd | We can see you are anxious to go now. So be off, but pick your words Floyd | carefully; weigh them upon the most delicate of scales. Watch out not Floyd | only for your P's and Q's, but your K's and M's as well. And while Floyd | you're at it, watch your R's. Floyd | Floyd | You can do one of the following: Go to the Shopping Bizarre, Play Floyd | Jacks, Buy the Farm, Eat your Words, Act the Part, Visit the Manor of Floyd | Speaking, Shake a Tower, or Meet the Mayor. Floyd | Floyd | If at any time in your travels you wish to tackle another situation, Floyd | indicate BEGINNING, and you shall return here empty-handed. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "ah" | ||||
| Gunther says, "I'll give a warning right now:" | |||||
| Gunther says, "only save in the "hub"" | |||||
| Gunther says, "Some of the subparts can render the game unwinnable" | |||||
| Jacqueline asks (of Gunther), "Due to randomization or... ?" | |||||
| Gunther says, "the manor of speaking is the one I recall" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says, "This is an Infocom game, so I assume there are also some fuck you moments in the hub." | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x me" | |||||
Floyd | There's no time to dawdle. You must do one of the following: Floyd | Floyd | >Go to the Shopping Bizarre Floyd | >Play Jacks Floyd | >Buy the Farm Floyd | >Eat your Words Floyd | >Act the Part Floyd | >Visit the Manor of Speaking Floyd | >Shake a Tower Floyd | >Meet the Mayor Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "You have to choose one of these options." | ||||
| olethros arrives, full of fun and funk. | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "shake tower" | |||||
Floyd | In the dark forest outside the town boundries of Punster, chaos has Floyd | been the order of the day. On a recent afternoon the daughter of a Floyd | leading citizen of our town, out for a stroll among the tall pines, Floyd | disappeared without apparent trace. Rumor has it that one strange, Floyd | stand-alone door is the only means of escape from the forest. But no Floyd | volunteer has yet been found to face the oddball nature of the place. Floyd | That is, until now. Floyd | Floyd | Clearing Floyd | Floyd | You're in a clearing of a deep, dark forest. Floyd | Floyd | The odd sight of a lead house stands here under the trees. Floyd | Floyd | There is one door here that is not connected to any building and which Floyd | is closed. Yet there is something radiant imbedded in it: A gritty Floyd | pearl appears to shine on the door. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh joy. One of the more difficult sections first." | ||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "x house" | |||||
Floyd | It's somewhat small as houses go, but it's one heavy property since Floyd | it's made entirely of thick lead, and has neither doors nor windows. Floyd | Floyd | > | inuredbyheavyrain says, "Sorry." | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "turn pearl" | |||||
Floyd | Turning the gritty pearl has no desirable effect. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "pretty girl" | |||||
Floyd | Tiny grains of sand fall from the pearl as it begins to pulse slowly Floyd | with radiant red light, whose brightness soon becomes blinding. When Floyd | you're finally able to move your arms away from your face, you can see Floyd | a beautiful girl before you. Floyd | Floyd | The girl is radiantly pretty, but as she continues to "shine on the Floyd | door," she kicks her feet angrily in the air. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "dine on the shore" | |||||
Floyd | Floyd | On the Shore Floyd | Floyd | This is the shore of a river, between two tributaries of the Rhine. A Floyd | pile of rocks jutting from the beach into the river blocks your path Floyd | along the shore. Floyd | Floyd | A pretty girl is sitting on the beach, holding what appears to be a pan Floyd | of keys. Floyd | Floyd | > | Allen says, "AMATNG" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "can of peas" | |||||
Floyd | The keys jingle together in the pan, as if simmering, and one key pops Floyd | out of the pan onto the ground. Then in a sudden "poof" the pan is Floyd | transformed into a can. Floyd | The girl takes a whiff of the can of peas and scowls at it. "Yukko. Gag Floyd | me with a spoonerism." Floyd | Floyd | From the looks of her very trim figure, the pretty girl is certainly in Floyd | need of a square meal. But, being deprived of any kind of dining Floyd | experience on the shore, she instead, by leaps and bounds, sprints Floyd | toward the Rhine and dives headlong into the river. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get key" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| maga arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "feed girl" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any girl here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "exits" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "exits."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "look" | |||||
Floyd | On the Shore Floyd | Floyd | This is the shore of a river, between two tributaries of the Rhine. A Floyd | pile of rocks jutting from the beach into the river blocks your path Floyd | along the shore. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a can of peas here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "get can" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "bound leap" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "bound."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "x pile" | |||||
Floyd | Each face of the rocks has the same hungry, crazed expression that says Floyd | "Feed me!" Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "mead fee" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "mead."] Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther asks, "what is 'pile of rocks' a spoonerism for?" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "race fox" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "race."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "give peas to rocks" | |||||
Floyd | You scatter the green peas among the hungry rocks, who crack heads with Floyd | each other in their eagerness to gobble them up. When the peas are Floyd | gone, they devour even the tin can, which is loudly crushed as it Floyd | disappears between several of the fed rocks. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "red fox" | |||||
Floyd | With frightful expressions on the faces of the rocks, a loud rumbling Floyd | avalanche sends them tumbling and splashing into the Rhine. Through the Floyd | thick rock dust, you can make out a red fox trotting out of sight. Floyd | Floyd | With a new section of the shore open to view, you now observe the Floyd | following sight: Floyd | Floyd | A queer old dean here seems to be the subject of a rare hazing Floyd | experience. A tall leopard, standing up on its hind legs, is shoving Floyd | him up and down the shoreline, creating quite a scene and kicking up Floyd | sand all along the way. The dean, with his long grey locks flaming out Floyd | like Einstein's, is hopelessly mismatched by the leopard and Floyd | continuously gives up sandy ground to him. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "dear old queen" | |||||
Floyd | In the distance you hear the first few bars of the British National Floyd | Anthem as, before your very eyes, the dean is transformed into a Floyd | reigning monarch in full regalia. Floyd | Our shoving leopard stops to make a brief curtsy before the queen, then Floyd | continues pushing her up and down the shoreline. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "rock fox" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "loving shepherd" | |||||
Floyd | The leopard changes its appearance from beast into man and changes its Floyd | spots into a black suit with a white, wraparound collar. He takes out a Floyd | black book and intones solemnly in a guttural Germanic language for a Floyd | few moments. Floyd | Closing his book with a hollow thud, the shepherd uses a stick to Floyd | scrawl a two-line message on the shore. And then, looking with grand Floyd | vision toward the tributaries of the Rhine River, our loving shepherd Floyd | turns tail, walks away from the shore, and disappears in the distance Floyd | as he leads between the Rhines. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "read message" | |||||
Floyd | Since the two lines scrawled on the shore are written in the obscure Floyd | language of sand-script, you're not able to comprehend their meaning. Floyd | Floyd | The queen marches away down the beach. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "read between the lines" | |||||
Floyd | You gather the gist of the sand-script message to be: Follow your Floyd | Shepherd. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "follow shepherd" | |||||
Floyd | You follow in the precise direction of the shepherd. It's trecherous Floyd | going, since you're travelling over dill and hail -- that is, pickles Floyd | strewn along the paths, and ice chunks hurling from the sky. You Floyd | eventually come upon an out-of-the-way spot along the now quite Floyd | polluted river. It's a prime location for such a flagrant violator of Floyd | anti-pollution laws as the old factory, between whose grimy gates you Floyd | suspiciously enter. Floyd | Floyd | Old Factory Floyd | Floyd | This is an old factory. A passage leads into a back room. Floyd | Floyd | The shepherd has placed his black book on the floor of the factory. Floyd | Floyd | In a seedy corner of the factory, you can observe a scuffle going on. Floyd | As far as you can see, our loving shepherd is engaged in a tug-of-war Floyd | with a large, man-sized rodent which appears to be a rat. The shepherd Floyd | is struggling, with religious zeal, to pull some black-and-white cloth Floyd | from the huge over-grown rat. Floyd | Floyd | Someone has left a bonfire going, as a large pile of foam is burning in Floyd | the middle of the factory floor. Above the foam burning, an icicle is Floyd | hanging down from the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | The shepherd keeps struggling against all odds, with religious zeal, Floyd | attempting to extract the habit from the large rat, which is fiercely Floyd | clenching it in his snout. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "you guys have played this? I'm having trouble keeping up" | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "gutterman geric" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "gutterman."] Floyd | Floyd | > | Allen asks, "yeah, are you remembering this or playing for real?" | ||||
| Gunther says, "I have, a decade ago, but remember almost nothing except the dead end in Manor of Speaking" | |||||
| Gunther says, "well, and that this section is obviously about spoonerisms, but that's in the manual" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x rat" | |||||
Floyd | At the thick-haired shoulder, the rat stands tall as you. In it's buck Floyd | teeth, which are the size of cheese wedges, hangs a habit. Floyd | Floyd | The shepherd keeps struggling against all odds, with religious zeal, Floyd | attempting to extract the habit from the large rat, which is fiercely Floyd | clenching it in his snout. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull rabbit out of hat" | |||||
Floyd | The big rat twitches its bewhiskered snout, and yawns a gap-toothed Floyd | yawn, then incredibly shrinks down to the size, and now the shape, of a Floyd | hat. Floyd | Floyd | You can see the black-and-white cloth folding in upon itself and Floyd | twisting and wringing itself in a laundry-like fashion. With a final Floyd | turning inside-out and the emergence of floppy ears from the cloth, it Floyd | blooms gradually into the fluffy body of a rabbit. Floyd | Floyd | Abracadabra, Alacazam! With nothing up your sleeve (with the exception Floyd | of your knobby elbow) you yank the scruffy rabbit, which is pedaling Floyd | its lucky feet in the air, out of the hat. Floyd | Floyd | The shepherd turns into a leopard and, licking his chops, scampers away Floyd | with the rabbit tucked under one claw. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says (to DavidW), "Nice" | ||||
| Allen says, "I was thinking rabbit, but couldn't get the rest" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Old Factory Floyd | Floyd | This is an old factory. A passage leads into a back room. Floyd | Floyd | The shepherd has placed his black book on the floor of the factory. Floyd | Floyd | Someone has left a bonfire going, as a large pile of foam is burning in Floyd | the middle of the factory floor. Above the foam burning, an icicle is Floyd | hanging down from the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a hat here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get hat" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "that does it, I'm not going to bother with anything that scrolls above one page" | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "habit rat" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther asks, "oh, you're on webly?" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x book" | |||||
Floyd | It looks like every other book of riddles you've ever seen. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get book" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "no, just a slow reader" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read book" | |||||
Floyd | You riddle for a while and eventually grow tired of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "huh" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hat" | |||||
Floyd | The hat seems to be crafted out of fine mohair. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "roam fern" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "roam."] Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "hmm... pile of foam... hanging icicle..." | ||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "x foam" | |||||
Floyd | It looks like every other foam burning you've ever seen. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "ha ha" | ||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "x icicle" | |||||
Floyd | Suspended from the ceiling, the icicle makes a steady drip-dripping Floyd | onto the fire. But, strangely, it seems not to be shrinking. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "back room" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "out of the fire into the firepan" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "firepan."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "go to back room" | |||||
Floyd | [Refer to the top of the screen to find out where you can go.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "uh oh" | ||||
| DavidW says, "oops" | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "passage" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "passage."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "go passage" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "passage."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "oiled bicycle" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any bicycle here. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says (to cp), "oo, good try" | ||||
| DavidW says, "yeah, something to do with bicycle, I'm sure." | |||||
| Gunther says, "ooh, except it's not boiled yet, I assume" | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You have a book of riddles, a hat and a shiny key. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "ok, I'll fire it up locally and check out the status line for us" | ||||
| DavidW says, "oh, I see. If we have an boiled icicle, then we can have an oiled bicycle." | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says, "That was a genuine Spooner one, by the way, apparently. (keeping icicles well boiled)" | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "boil icicle" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "boil."] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "so, do we need a pot?" | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "fire up bicyce" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "bicyce."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Old Factory Floyd | Floyd | This is an old factory. A passage leads into a back room. Floyd | Floyd | Someone has left a bonfire going, as a large pile of foam is burning in Floyd | the middle of the factory floor. Above the foam burning, an icicle is Floyd | hanging down from the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "oops bicycle" | |||||
Floyd | [OOPS is useful only after the "I don't know the word..." response.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "go to back room" | |||||
Floyd | [Refer to the top of the screen to find out where you can go.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "stock room" | |||||
Floyd | Jean Stock Floyd | Floyd | You're standing toward the rear of the factory, back in the jean stock. Floyd | Jeans of every conceivable size, color, shape, and texture are stacked Floyd | up along the walls, arranged into dozens of rows, piled high onto Floyd | heaps. There is a dizzying effect, as if your point of view were from Floyd | inside a large-capacity clothes dryer. Floyd | Floyd | A jean client, an intense-looking man wearing thick glasses, is Floyd | impatiently rummaging through the haberdashery. Floyd | Floyd | You can see, looming in the distance, the dwarfish figure of a man who Floyd | appears to have been sold into slavery to weave fabric at this factory, Floyd | even in its dilapidated condition. Floyd | Floyd | As you approach, the sold elf awkwardly attempts to make a tall smock. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "fire up bicycle" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "go back" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "it's called "Stock Room"" | ||||
| Gunther says, "and "Factory" to go back" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "go to stock room" | |||||
Floyd | You've already arrived. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "clean giant" | |||||
Floyd | Much to his horror, the jean client begins to undergo a Hulkian Floyd | transformation -- with popping buttons, ripping seams, and bug-eyed Floyd | self-examination. Floyd | Floyd | Seemingly shamed by the revealing ordeal, the client, while he's still Floyd | of a human size, demonstrates his dexterity and strength by clambering Floyd | up the towering pile of jeans until he can no longer be seen. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "old self" | |||||
Floyd | The elf sprouts up and goes through the whole Dorian Grey thing, Floyd | looking gradually more and more like you but a lot grayer. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther asks, "smock?" | ||||
| canadianpuzzler says, "small talk." | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "gory dre" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "gory."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "jack and the bean stalk" | |||||
Floyd | The mile-high stack of jeans slowly leans heavily into your direction Floyd | and as it passes the point of no return in a chaos of color, fabric and Floyd | rivets, all the jeans come tumbling down upon your head, burying you Floyd | completely in blackness. Floyd | Floyd | When you come to, it's in a new environment... Floyd | Floyd | Bean Stalk Floyd | Floyd | A page from the imagination of your childhood, an illustration of a Floyd | country scene, an open field amid rolling hills under blue sky Floyd | punctuated by cottony soft clouds, next to a simple story punctuated by Floyd | exclamation points. Floyd | Floyd | An overgrown bean stalk grows thick and tall up into the clouds. Floyd | Nowadays, sadly, it seems the stalk would have to be rationalized, Floyd | explained away somehow by experts, as an ominous instance of Floyd | radioactive mutation, or as a patented, genetically manufactured hybrid Floyd | -- rather than attributed to, as in the old days, simply, magic. Such a Floyd | realization stirs a nostalgic longing for the days of yore when Floyd | imagination reigned in all its grandeur and innocence. Floyd | Floyd | In the distance you can hear the strange and unmistakable sound of a Floyd | female horse attempting to imitate the sound of a pig. Floyd | Floyd | Walking around in circles here with its feathers ruffled is a crow, Floyd | which is typically black except for its blushing red face. The crow Floyd | seems embarrassed by the kind of strange behavior animals are capable Floyd | of exhibiting in the vicinity. Floyd | Floyd | > | Allen asks, "how did you get that?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "jean stock sounded damn close to it." | |||||
| Allen says, "dang" | |||||
| Allen says, "my brain isn't wired for this kind of puzzle" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "crushing blow" | |||||
Floyd | The crow squawks loudly, scratches at the dirt, and bounds into flight, Floyd | soaring higher and higher into the sky. Then, tucking in its wings, the Floyd | weird bird takes a sudden nose dive that ends smashingly in a cloud of Floyd | dirt on the field. Dust settles around the crushing blow. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | Gunther says, "you think YOU have it bad, English is at least your first language" | ||||
| schep says, "mare squeal ->" | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "square meal" | |||||
Floyd | The squealing of the mare becomes so increasingly strained and Floyd | high-pitched that you are forced to cover your ears, lowering your head Floyd | in squint-eyed pain. The instant the terrible noise shuts off, your Floyd | eyes pop open and notice a rather angular meal at your feet. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "ooh. That one I could never get." | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "get meal" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I kept thinking 'mare oink'" | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "mangle squeal" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "mangle."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Bean Stalk Floyd | Floyd | A page from the imagination of your childhood, an illustration of a Floyd | country scene, an open field amid rolling hills under blue sky Floyd | punctuated by cottony soft clouds, next to a simple story punctuated by Floyd | exclamation points. Floyd | Floyd | An overgrown bean stalk grows thick and tall up into the clouds. Floyd | Nowadays, sadly, it seems the stalk would have to be rationalized, Floyd | explained away somehow by experts, as an ominous instance of Floyd | radioactive mutation, or as a patented, genetically manufactured hybrid Floyd | -- rather than attributed to, as in the old days, simply, magic. Such a Floyd | realization stirs a nostalgic longing for the days of yore when Floyd | imagination reigned in all its grandeur and innocence. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a crushing blow here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "blushing crow" | |||||
Floyd | A crack appears upon the surface of the blow, and extends jaggedly down Floyd | with a loud cracking noise. Out hops the crow, shedding its membrane Floyd | with bristling feathers. Floyd | Floyd | > | canadianpuzzler says, "Ah, thought there was something else to get." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "I turned the crow into a blow. Can we take the blow?" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "turned."] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "er, I turned the crow into a blow. Can we take the blow?" | ||||
| canadianpuzzler asks, "Yeah, which do we want?" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "cell quake" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "cell."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to DavidW), "So much for the war on drugs" | Allen says, "er, lac" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "crushing blow. get blow" | |||||
Floyd | The crow squawks loudly, scratches at the dirt, and bounds into flight, Floyd | soaring higher and higher into the sky. Then, tucking in its wings, the Floyd | weird bird takes a sudden nose dive that ends smashingly in a cloud of Floyd | dirt on the field. Dust settles around the crushing blow. Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You have a crushing blow, a square meal, a book of riddles, a hat and a Floyd | shiny key. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "I hope we didn't screw up by not doing anything with the old self and the icicle" | ||||
| Gunther says, "but usually we can just go back to other locations by typing their names" | |||||
| DavidW says, "We can go back down, I'm sure." | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says, "Old self we did, icicle we didn't." | |||||
| Gunther asks, "what did we do with the old self?" | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Tower score: 14 of 26 Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "transformed it from the sold elf, but for no obvious benefit" | ||||
| DavidW says, "So we need 12 more spoonerisms." | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says, "f l" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Bean Stalk Floyd | Floyd | A page from the imagination of your childhood, an illustration of a Floyd | country scene, an open field amid rolling hills under blue sky Floyd | punctuated by cottony soft clouds, next to a simple story punctuated by Floyd | exclamation points. Floyd | Floyd | An overgrown bean stalk grows thick and tall up into the clouds. Floyd | Nowadays, sadly, it seems the stalk would have to be rationalized, Floyd | explained away somehow by experts, as an ominous instance of Floyd | radioactive mutation, or as a patented, genetically manufactured hybrid Floyd | -- rather than attributed to, as in the old days, simply, magic. Such a Floyd | realization stirs a nostalgic longing for the days of yore when Floyd | imagination reigned in all its grandeur and innocence. Floyd | Floyd | > | canadianpuzzler asks, "Didn't the pretty girl want the square meal?" | ||||
| Gunther says, "good point" | |||||
| Gunther says, ""Shore" is available from the factory as a location" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "shore" | |||||
Floyd | It's on a different plane of existence. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky asks, "did you already do something about the nostalgia?" | ||||
| Ellison goes back to Squeamhurst.. | |||||
| Jacqueline waves and makes an isquiesque departure for home. | schep says, "nope" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stock room" | |||||
Floyd | A swift cloud of dust blows up from the trackless wastes into your Floyd | face, causing you to bring your fists to your eyes like binoculars. Floyd | After much rubbing, your vision, though blurry at first, returns to Floyd | reveal familiar surroundings... Floyd | Floyd | Jean Stock Floyd | Floyd | Your old self stands here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther asks, "yays of dore?" | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "mock steal" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "mock."] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oops. Should we go back" | ||||
| canadianpuzzler asks, "Talk to self?" | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x self" | |||||
Floyd | It's you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "well, the tall smock..." | ||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "talk to self" | |||||
Floyd | He speaks slowly and deliberately, "All I have to say: Don't end up Floyd | like this. You still have time to avoid such a fate. Listen: mutual Floyd | funds and long-term bonds." Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "lemme try something" | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "talk me" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "oh, or not" | ||||
| Allen says, "ha" | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "sold elf" | |||||
Floyd | Self to elf. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Jean Stock Floyd | Floyd | You're standing toward the rear of the factory, back in the jean stock. Floyd | Jeans of every conceivable size, color, shape, and texture are stacked Floyd | up along the walls, arranged into dozens of rows, piled high onto Floyd | heaps. There is a dizzying effect, as if your point of view were from Floyd | inside a large-capacity clothes dryer. Floyd | Floyd | A sold elf stands here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "small talk" | |||||
Floyd | Whom do you want to make small talk with? Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "make small talk with elf" | |||||
Floyd | You lean over and onto whole cloth he stitches out precise directions Floyd | for getting back to the clearing, which you commit to memory. Floyd | Floyd | "But you'll never make it on foot. You need some transportation." Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Ellison arrives, ready to play with the toys. | Allen says, "nice" | ||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "old self" | |||||
Floyd | The elf sprouts up and goes through the whole Dorian Grey thing, Floyd | looking gradually more and more like you but a lot grayer. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "make small talk with self" | |||||
Floyd | "I have nothing to say." Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "ok" | ||||
| DavidW says, "And that's why we need a bicycle, I guess." | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "x cloth" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any cloth here! Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "oh, to memory" | ||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "bean stalk" | |||||
Floyd | The mile-high stack of jeans slowly leans heavily into your direction Floyd | and as it passes the point of no return in a chaos of color, fabric and Floyd | rivets, all the jeans come tumbling down upon your head, burying you Floyd | completely in blackness. Floyd | Floyd | When you come to, it's in a new environment... Floyd | Floyd | Bean Stalk Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "look" | |||||
Floyd | Bean Stalk Floyd | Floyd | A page from the imagination of your childhood, an illustration of a Floyd | country scene, an open field amid rolling hills under blue sky Floyd | punctuated by cottony soft clouds, next to a simple story punctuated by Floyd | exclamation points. Floyd | Floyd | An overgrown bean stalk grows thick and tall up into the clouds. Floyd | Nowadays, sadly, it seems the stalk would have to be rationalized, Floyd | explained away somehow by experts, as an ominous instance of Floyd | radioactive mutation, or as a patented, genetically manufactured hybrid Floyd | -- rather than attributed to, as in the old days, simply, magic. Such a Floyd | realization stirs a nostalgic longing for the days of yore when Floyd | imagination reigned in all its grandeur and innocence. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "wait, where's the meal? I'm confused now" | ||||
| DavidW says, "inventory" | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You have a crushing blow, a square meal, a book of riddles, a hat and a Floyd | shiny key. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "yays of dore" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "yays."] Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says (to inky), "well that makes no sense" | ||||
| schep asks, "so?" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "yong for the lays of door" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "yong."] Floyd | Floyd | > | canadianpuzzler asks, "Factory, then shore, then give the girl the meal?" | ||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "up" | |||||
Floyd | You'd never make it up the stalk while holding anything in your hands. Floyd | Floyd | > | inuredbyheavyrain says, "Giving her the meal will probably require a pun." | ||||
| Gunther says, "hmm" | |||||
| DavidW says, "We can wear the hat" | |||||
| schep says, "save. drop all. up." | |||||
| Gunther says, "this is annoyingly unplayable without the status bar" | |||||
| Allen asks, "what's on the status bar?" | |||||
| Gunther says, "all the exits" | |||||
| schep says, "list of exits" | |||||
| Allen says, "ah" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "exits" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "exits."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "exits" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "exits."] Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "yeah, I tried that earlier" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "xyzzy" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "xyzzy."] Floyd | Floyd | > | inuredbyheavyrain asks, "Can the guy playing this please copy the status bar?" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Gunther), "sorry" | |||||
| schep asks, "what guy?" | |||||
| Gunther says, "anyway, there's an up from here" | |||||
| Allen says, "there needs to be a meta command to floyd to display the status bar" | |||||
| schep says, "Tricky, but should be possible." | |||||
| Allen asks, "how does floyd work, by the way? Is he a custom interpreter, or does it act as a pipe to a binary like frotz?" | |||||
| schep says, "he's a pipe to cheapnitfol" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear hat" | |||||
Floyd | You're now wearing the hat. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You have a hat (being worn), a crushing blow, a square meal, a book of Floyd | riddles and a shiny key. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x hat" | |||||
Floyd | The hat seems to be crafted out of fine mohair. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "(and various other text-only terps)" | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "factory" | |||||
Floyd | It's on a different plane of existence. Floyd | Floyd | > | Allen says, "we should try Border Zone next. The timer puzzles should be lots of fun with this setup" | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "shore" | |||||
Floyd | It's on a different plane of existence. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "gah, border zone" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "back room" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "jean stock" | |||||
Floyd | A swift cloud of dust blows up from the trackless wastes into your Floyd | face, causing you to bring your fists to your eyes like binoculars. Floyd | After much rubbing, your vision, though blurry at first, returns to Floyd | reveal familiar surroundings... Floyd | Floyd | Jean Stock Floyd | Floyd | Your old self stands here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "factory" | |||||
Floyd | You walk into the factory. Floyd | Floyd | Old Factory Floyd | Floyd | Someone has left a bonfire going, as a large pile of foam is burning in Floyd | the middle of the factory floor. Above the foam burning, an icicle is Floyd | hanging down from the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "second-hardest disliked infocom game for me" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "shore" | |||||
Floyd | You go there. Floyd | Floyd | On the Shore Floyd | Floyd | Lines of sand-script are scrawled on the shore. Floyd | Floyd | > | Allen says, "I disliked border zone intensely as well" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "pretty girl" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any pretty girl here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x lines" | |||||
Floyd | Since the two lines scrawled on the shore are written in the obscure Floyd | language of sand-script, you're not able to comprehend their meaning. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says (to schep), "she left" | ||||
| Allen says, "I did play it with a walkthru, never enjyoed it" | |||||
| Gunther says, "we need that bicycle" | |||||
| DavidW says, "I think we need the bicycle." | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says, "We should try Leather Goddesses of Phobos: Steve Meretsky's games are usually excellent, and it will be a nice contrast to that lame romance novel game from last time." | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "land signs" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "signs."] Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "oh christ. I just googled 'foam burns'. You don't want to know." | ||||
| Gunther says (to inky), "no, that was 'read between the lines'" | canadianpuzzler says, "Good thought, though, Inky." | ||||
| DavidW says, "Well, it's not boam ferns." | |||||
| DavidW says, "Oh." | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "factory" | |||||
Floyd | You travel over hill and dale... Floyd | Floyd | Old Factory Floyd | Floyd | Someone has left a bonfire going, as a large pile of foam is burning in Floyd | the middle of the factory floor. Above the foam burning, an icicle is Floyd | hanging down from the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW We can RIDDLE WHILE FOAM BURNS! | Allen says, "ha ha ha" | ||||
| schep says (to DW), "excellent" | |||||
| inky says, "ha ha" | |||||
| Allen says, "nice" | |||||
| Gunther says, "I can't believe you got that." | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says, "Awesome! :-D" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "fiddle while Rome burns" | |||||
Floyd | Fiddling just doesn't do the trick. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "bern foam" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "bern."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "riddle while foam burns" | |||||
Floyd | As you while away the time in the grand manner of great decadent epochs Floyd | of the historical past, the icicle overhead suddenly takes as much heat Floyd | as it can stand, letting loose from the ceiling and dropping to the Floyd | factory floor with a surprising "Thud." Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x icicle" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing special about the well-boiled icicle. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "man" | ||||
| Allen says, "there we go" | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Old Factory Floyd | Floyd | This is an old factory. A passage leads into a back room. Floyd | Floyd | Someone has left a bonfire going, as a large pile of foam is burning in Floyd | the middle of the factory floor. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a well-boiled icicle here. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "(we do have the book of riddles)" | ||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "oiled bicycle" | |||||
Floyd | The icicle, though thoroughly boiled already, lets off a searing Floyd | vertical wall of steam. As the white vapor clears, a shiny, brand new Floyd | bicycle is revealed. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "get bicycle" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "To the shore, jeeves?" | ||||
| Gunther says, "no" | |||||
| Gunther says, "to the..." | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "clearing" | |||||
Floyd | You'd need transportation to get there. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "drop bike" | |||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "ride bike" | |||||
Floyd | Decisively, you take the bike by the handlebars and swing the seat Floyd | under you. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "clearing" | |||||
Floyd | With all the enthusiasm of a child actor in a Steven Spielberg movie Floyd | with a percentage, you pedal away... Floyd | Floyd | Clearing, on the bike Floyd | Floyd | The odd sight of a lead house stands here under the trees. Floyd | Floyd | There is one door here that is not connected to any building and which Floyd | is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | inuredbyheavyrain says, "I am surprised we did not have to say bide reich or something." | ||||
| DavidW says, "yuck, I remember the 'lead house'." | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "head louse" | |||||
Floyd | The house disappears before your very eyes, a situation that leaves you Floyd | scratching your head in perplexity. Floyd | Moments later, you feel the curious little head louse migrate from your Floyd | skull into the mohair fabric of the hat. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "remove hat" | |||||
Floyd | You remove the hat. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Tower score: 18 of 26 Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "scour tore" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "scour."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x hat" | |||||
Floyd | The hat seems to be crafted out of fine mohair. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "hee hee" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x door" | |||||
Floyd | The door, is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x door" | |||||
Floyd | The door, is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | Binder esc-js to join this #cf already in progress. | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open door" | |||||
Floyd | You can't reach the door from the well-oiled bicycle. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "comma splice" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "comma."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "stand" | |||||
Floyd | You get off the well-oiled bicycle. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stand" | |||||
Floyd | You're already standing. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "fauxhair mabric" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "fauxhair."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "open door" | |||||
Floyd | The door is locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Clearing Floyd | Floyd | You're in a clearing of a deep, dark forest. Floyd | Floyd | There is one door here that is not connected to any building and which Floyd | is closed. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a well-oiled bicycle here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| olethros has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | |||||
Floyd | You must indicate what to unlock the door with. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door with key" | |||||
Floyd | "Click." As you unlock the door it creaks open. A tunnel of darkness Floyd | opens up to you, and you cautiously walk inside. You almost vanish into Floyd | the darkness, it is so black. Floyd | Floyd | So bone-chillingly penetrating is the vacancy of the tunnel, that you Floyd | retreat out through the door, and lock it behind you. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "done poor" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "done."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Clearing Floyd | Floyd | You're in a clearing of a deep, dark forest. Floyd | Floyd | There is one door here that is not connected to any building and which Floyd | is closed. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a well-oiled bicycle here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x forest" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "forest."] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "I'm guessing the door is our way out but only after all the spoonerisms are done?" | ||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You have a hat, a crushing blow, a square meal, a book of riddles and a Floyd | shiny key. Floyd | It seems that the hat contains a head louse. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "for those who want a status line: [LINK]" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "taken vunnel" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "taken."] Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "is the game file" | ||||
| Gunther says, "so we're left with going up the stalk" | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "factory" | |||||
Floyd | You travel over hill and dale... Floyd | Floyd | Old Factory Floyd | Floyd | Someone has left a bonfire going, as a large pile of foam is burning in Floyd | the middle of the factory floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "uh, our bike?" | ||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "undo" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "undo."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "loam theft" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "loam."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ride bike" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any bike here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "clearing" | |||||
Floyd | You'd need transportation to get there. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "/undo" | |||||
Floyd | | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "/undo" | |||||
Floyd | | Allen says, "oh crap" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "/undo" | |||||
Floyd | | Gunther says, "sorry!" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "/undo" | |||||
Floyd | | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "/undo" | |||||
Floyd | | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "take bike" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "whew" | ||||
| Gunther says, "see, that's what I meant" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You have a well-oiled bicycle, a hat, a crushing blow, a square meal, a Floyd | book of riddles and a shiny key. Floyd | It seems that the hat contains a head louse. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Clearing Floyd | Floyd | You're in a clearing of a deep, dark forest. Floyd | Floyd | There is one door here that is not connected to any building and which Floyd | is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ride bike" | |||||
Floyd | Decisively, you take the bike by the handlebars and swing the seat Floyd | under you. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Now factory?" | ||||
| Allen says, "ok, I gotta do errands. I can't waste another saturday on games" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "crush louse" | |||||
Floyd | Trying to destroy the head louse accomplishes nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "go factory" | |||||
Floyd | [Refer to the top of the screen to find out where you can go.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "factory" | |||||
Floyd | Pedaling madly away, you ride like the wind... Floyd | Floyd | Old Factory, on the bike Floyd | Floyd | Someone has left a bonfire going, as a large pile of foam is burning in Floyd | the middle of the factory floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "stock room" | |||||
Floyd | Pedaling madly away, you ride like the wind... Floyd | Floyd | Jean Stock, on the bike Floyd | Floyd | Your old self stands here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "sold elf" | |||||
Floyd | Self to elf. Floyd | Floyd | > | inuredbyheavyrain says, "I think I am starting to get the hang of this game." | ||||
| DavidW says, "There was that nostalgia thing, and we still want to climb the beanstalk." | |||||
| DavidW says (to inured), "This is only the spoonerism section." | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "jack and the bean stalk" | |||||
Floyd | The mile-high stack of jeans slowly leans heavily into your direction Floyd | and as it passes the point of no return in a chaos of color, fabric and Floyd | rivets, all the jeans come tumbling down upon your head, knocking the Floyd | well-oiled bicycle away and burying you completely in blackness. Floyd | Floyd | When you come to, it's in a new environment... Floyd | Floyd | Bean Stalk Floyd | Floyd | > | canadianpuzzler asks, "Drop everything, but wear the hat?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "yeah, I think so." | |||||
| Gunther asks, "save?" | |||||
| Gunther says, "just in case" | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "cf1" | |||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Save, completed. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I'm thinking if we can get someone else to wear the hat, then we can crush them with the lead house." | ||||
| canadianpuzzler says, "Well, there is that giant..." | |||||
| schep says, "Violence is not the answer." | |||||
| DavidW says, "And I nominate any mean giants, yes." | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "up" | |||||
Floyd | You'd never make it up the stalk while holding anything in your hands. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "drop all except hat" | |||||
Floyd | crushing blow: The crushing blow falls harmlessly to the ground. Floyd | square meal: Dropped. Floyd | book of riddles: Dropped. Floyd | shiny key: Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "up" | |||||
Floyd | You'd never make it up the stalk while holding anything in your hands. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You have a hat. Floyd | It seems that the hat contains a head louse. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "wear hat" | |||||
Floyd | You're now wearing the hat. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "up" | |||||
Floyd | You shinny up the bean stalk like a native. Soon your head's in the Floyd | clouds, followed by your whole body... Floyd | Floyd | On Cloud 673 Floyd | Floyd | You're on cloud 673. It's not exactly cloud nine but it's rather cushy, Floyd | and certainly roomy enough to be the home of a giant, which it just so Floyd | happens to be. Floyd | Floyd | Before you stands a giant of exceptional cleanliness, hands on his Floyd | hips, wearing an immaculately tailored and dazzlingly white tee shirt. Floyd | So statuesque is the figure of the giant that the floor of the cloud on Floyd | which he stands sags noticeably under his weight. Floyd | Floyd | Off to one side of the cloud, a great many beets are piled up inside a Floyd | shed, evidently having been harvested from the green acres below in Floyd | order to satisfy the cravings of one gigantic appetite. Floyd | Floyd | Laughing maliciously, the giant leans over and spills a large bucketful Floyd | of thick, creamy butter on the bean stalk. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hm. beet shed -> bedsheet" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "peat bile" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "peat."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "wags gait" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "wags."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "bedsheet" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "bedsheet."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "bed sheet" | |||||
Floyd | The entire cloud becomes turbulently billowy, its vapors undulating Floyd | around and enveloping the shed. As the cloud recedes back to form, a Floyd | pile of sheets is revealed lying in place of the beets. Floyd | "Deny me my daily bread, will you, scoundrel!" decries Mr. Clean in a Floyd | stern voice. Floyd | Floyd | Glaring at you from high above are the giant's pair of sparkling eyes Floyd | which are deep-set into his shiny bald head. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "give hat to giant" | |||||
Floyd | You'll have to remove the hat first. Floyd | Floyd | The roar of a passing supersonic flight of fancy can be heard, and the Floyd | wake of its exhaust ruffles the cloud for a few moments. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "halbred" | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "remove hat" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "halbred."] Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | You remove the hat. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "give hat to giant" | |||||
Floyd | The giant greedily snatches your offering and eyes it with suspicion. Floyd | The big giant examines his fingernails, unfolds his massive arms and Floyd | puts his hands on his hips. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "fancy free" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "fancy."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "assive marms" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "assive."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "lead house" | |||||
Floyd | You can see the giant's feet sinking deeply into the cloud floor, which Floyd | soon gives way to the weight of the giant holding a lead house at his Floyd | chest. You get a close-up, front-row view of the horrified expression Floyd | across his huge face as it passes down in front of you and through the Floyd | cloud. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "booya" | ||||
| Gunther says, "DW was right" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "sighs with auspicion" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "sighs."] Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "if not 100%" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get bed sheet" | |||||
Floyd | Inexplicably, the sheet won't separate from the pile. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | On Cloud 673 Floyd | Floyd | You're on cloud 673. It's not exactly cloud nine but it's rather cushy, Floyd | and certainly roomy enough to be the home of a giant, which it just so Floyd | happens to be. Floyd | Floyd | You can see bed sheets here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "x sheets" | |||||
Floyd | The many bed sheets are soft and fluffy as the cloud, yet seem to be Floyd | made of sturdy fabric. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "make rope from sheets" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "rope."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "gnome of a hyatt" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "gnome."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "tie sheet to sheet" | |||||
Floyd | One by one, you tie together the bed sheets, testing each knot with a Floyd | firm tug accompanied by a tight-lipped grunt. Now off the edge of the Floyd | cloud gets thrown the line of sheets, which is strung out and down, Floyd | looking like a long kite tail swaying gently in the breeze. Floyd | Floyd | The last sheet you tie firmly to the cloud itself. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "wow, that worked" | ||||
| DavidW says, "weird" | |||||
| canadianpuzzler asks, "what happened to that pail of butter?" | |||||
| Gunther asks, "save, or go down?" | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x stalk" | |||||
Floyd | It's coated with melting butter. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "belt mutter" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "belt."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "bail putter" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "bail."] Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "we can go back down on the sheet rope" | ||||
| DavidW says, "yeah, I guess." | |||||
| Gunther says, "not sure the butter is a spoonerism" | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "d" | |||||
Floyd | You grip the line of sheets and begin your hand-over-hand descent from Floyd | the sky, feeling the sharp winds against your back. As your biceps Floyd | begin tightening to the point of pain, you are again close to the land. Floyd | And none too soon, for a few feet above the ground the tension of the Floyd | life line is broken, and you tumble down to earth, buried under a Floyd | waterfall of sheets that comes streaming down upon your head. Floyd | Restlessly you dig yourself out... Floyd | Floyd | Bean Stalk Floyd | Floyd | The jean client, having been smashed back into his currently thin Floyd | man-sized shape, stands here looking disheveled and shaken. Floyd | Floyd | You can see bed sheets, a shiny key, a book of riddles, a square meal Floyd | and a crushing blow here. Floyd | Floyd | Impulsively, the client dashes nearer, whips a needle out of his Floyd | pocket, and begins to maliciously sew you to a sheet. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "stutter balk" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "stutter."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "show me to a seat" | |||||
Floyd | Bumped by the train of your thoughts, the client pokes himself sharply Floyd | with his needle. To the accompaniment of ripping stitches and popping Floyd | buttons, the client's ire, along with his stature, is raised to the Floyd | great height of a giant. Between thumb and forefinger, he smashes the Floyd | intervening chair into splinters, which drift away above the rural Floyd | landscape. Almost in slow-motion the giant starts after you. Floyd | Floyd | The giant's nearly upon you. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "show me to a seat" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any seat here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "get crushing blow" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | The giant's nearly upon you. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "hit giant with crushing blow" | |||||
Floyd | KABOOM! The ground quakes with the staggering of the giant. Appearing Floyd | like a punch drunk fighter, he weaves round and round, all the while Floyd | shrinking in size, finally to the lowly hunched figure of the client. Floyd | Humiliated at his defeat, the man makes a Chaplinesque exit, kicking Floyd | dust as he walks crookedly away. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "ha ha" | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says, "I was about to say show you to a seat." | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "get all" | |||||
Floyd | shiny key: Taken. Floyd | book of riddles: Taken. Floyd | square meal: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Tower score: 22 of 26 Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "eat meal" | |||||
Floyd | You stop and realize there are other people in this world who need it Floyd | more than you do. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "look" | |||||
Floyd | Bean Stalk Floyd | Floyd | A page from the imagination of your childhood, an illustration of a Floyd | country scene, an open field amid rolling hills under blue sky Floyd | punctuated by cottony soft clouds, next to a simple story punctuated by Floyd | exclamation points. Floyd | Floyd | An overgrown bean stalk grows thick and tall up into the clouds. Floyd | Nowadays, sadly, it seems the stalk would have to be rationalized, Floyd | explained away somehow by experts, as an ominous instance of Floyd | radioactive mutation, or as a patented, genetically manufactured hybrid Floyd | -- rather than attributed to, as in the old days, simply, magic. Such a Floyd | realization stirs a nostalgic longing for the days of yore when Floyd | imagination reigned in all its grandeur and innocence. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "dicking cunt" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "dicking."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says, "umm" | inky says, "hmm, beanstalk nostalgia is still around" | ||||
| Gunther says, "oh" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says, "Hoping for some sort of joke given the kickingdust. Disappointing." | |||||
| Gunther says, "I remember one thing we need to do now" | |||||
| DavidW says, "yeah, not sure what the nostaglia one is." | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says, "I don't thinking infocom games know those words exist, inured." | |||||
| Gunther says, "we're missing one item" | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x stalk" | |||||
Floyd | It's coated with melting butter. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "at a different location" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get coat" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any coat here! Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "basically, we were all wondering where the pretty girl went" | ||||
| Gunther says, "she's still out there" | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "get butter" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "butter."] Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "if not in her formal norm" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "ride bike" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any bike here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| olethros arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | DavidW says, "The bike got buried under the jeans, I think." | ||||
| Gunther says, "we need to do something at the shore" | |||||
| Gunther asks, "it did? then we're fucked again?" | |||||
| DavidW asks, "Sell sea shells, perhaps?" | |||||
| gjnave asks, "back after a massive car overheating.. what are we playing?" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bicycle" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any bicycle here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Bean Stalk Floyd | Floyd | A page from the imagination of your childhood, an illustration of a Floyd | country scene, an open field amid rolling hills under blue sky Floyd | punctuated by cottony soft clouds, next to a simple story punctuated by Floyd | exclamation points. Floyd | Floyd | An overgrown bean stalk grows thick and tall up into the clouds. Floyd | Nowadays, sadly, it seems the stalk would have to be rationalized, Floyd | explained away somehow by experts, as an ominous instance of Floyd | radioactive mutation, or as a patented, genetically manufactured hybrid Floyd | -- rather than attributed to, as in the old days, simply, magic. Such a Floyd | realization stirs a nostalgic longing for the days of yore when Floyd | imagination reigned in all its grandeur and innocence. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "jean stock" | |||||
Floyd | A swift cloud of dust blows up from the trackless wastes into your Floyd | face, causing you to bring your fists to your eyes like binoculars. Floyd | After much rubbing, your vision, though blurry at first, returns to Floyd | reveal familiar surroundings... Floyd | Floyd | Jean Stock Floyd | Floyd | A sold elf stands here. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a well-oiled bicycle here. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "there it is." | ||||
| inky says, "whew" | |||||
| Gunther says, "oh thank god" | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "get bike" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "shore" | |||||
Floyd | You go there. Floyd | Floyd | On the Shore Floyd | Floyd | Lines of sand-script are scrawled on the shore. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "x river" | |||||
Floyd | On the Shore Floyd | Floyd | This is the shore of a river, between two tributaries of the Rhine. Floyd | Floyd | Lines of sand-script are scrawled on the shore. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| olethros has ordered three mega-generators to be installed in his boathouse. | canadianpuzzler says, "Nord and Bert, gjname" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x gritty pearl" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any gritty pearl here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x shore" | |||||
Floyd | On the Shore Floyd | Floyd | This is the shore of a river, between two tributaries of the Rhine. Floyd | Floyd | Lines of sand-script are scrawled on the shore. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "I'm not sure you can get it without the context" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "lead between the rhines" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x river" | |||||
Floyd | On the Shore Floyd | Floyd | This is the shore of a river, between two tributaries of the Rhine. Floyd | Floyd | Lines of sand-script are scrawled on the shore. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "roar shine" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "roar."] Floyd | Floyd | > | canadianpuzzler says, "Er, gjnave." | ||||
Gunther | Floyd | experience on the shore, she instead, by leaps and bounds, sprints Gunther | Floyd | toward the Rhine and dives headlong into the river. | DavidW says (to Floyd), "x river" | ||||
Floyd | On the Shore Floyd | Floyd | This is the shore of a river, between two tributaries of the Rhine. Floyd | Floyd | Lines of sand-script are scrawled on the shore. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search river" | |||||
Floyd | You can't search Rhines! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "read between the lines" | |||||
Floyd | You gather the gist of the sand-script message to be: Follow your Floyd | Shepherd. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "swim" | |||||
Floyd | You'll have to shake off your toes first. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "take off shoes" | |||||
Floyd | Though you feel like a real beach nut, it does the trick. You now dive Floyd | deep into danger and pull out a gritty pearl from the bottom of the Floyd | river and come back to shore. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "ha" | ||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "..schep you're a star" | |||||
Floyd | [What do you want to tell?] Floyd | Floyd | > | gjnave cadianpuzzler .. er? | ||||
| Gunther says, "er" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "take off your shoes" | |||||
Floyd | As so often happens after swimming at the beach, you can't seem to Floyd | locate where you left your shoes. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "swim" | |||||
Floyd | You're waterlogged enough. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "pretty girl" | |||||
Floyd | Tiny grains of sand fall from the pearl as it begins to pulse slowly Floyd | with radiant red light, whose brightness soon becomes blinding. When Floyd | you're finally able to move your arms away from your face, you can see Floyd | a beautiful girl before you. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "drop bike" | |||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We can get the pretty girl now." | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "give meal to girl" | |||||
Floyd | Wide-eyed, the girl turns the square meal in her hands, marveling at Floyd | the exactitude of its right angles. She then hungrily devours it in Floyd | several large neck-stretching gulps. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Tower score: 24 of 26 Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x girl" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing eye-catching about the pretty girl. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "gritty pearl" | |||||
Floyd | The girl withers down into a pearl. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Tower score: 24 of 26 Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says, "hmm, ok" | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "get pear" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "pear."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "get pearl" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says, "oops" | |||||
| Gunther asks, "shall we try the door?" | inky asks, "aren't we still one short?" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "Nostalgia?" | |||||
| schep says, "There's got to be something with the melting butter on the bean stalk. That's not normal." | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says, "You need to get back on #clubfloyd, gunther." | |||||
| Gunther says, "er, sorry" | |||||
| DavidW says, "We never figured out the nostalgia/days of yore one." | |||||
| Gunther says, "maybe we'll get the last points for the door and what's beyond" | |||||
| Gunther says, "dunno" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain asks, "Belting mutter, maybe?" | |||||
| DavidW says, "You tried that." | |||||
| Gunther asks, "mind if I try?" | |||||
| gjnave asks, "so what are we playing?" | |||||
| DavidW says (to gjnave), "Nord and Bert" | |||||
| gjnave says, "sweet! great game .. ill have to keep quiet though on most of it" | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "ride bike" | |||||
Floyd | Decisively, you take the bike by the handlebars and swing the seat Floyd | under you. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "clearing" | |||||
Floyd | With all the enthusiasm of a child actor in a Steven Spielberg movie Floyd | with a percentage, you pedal away... Floyd | Floyd | Clearing, on the bike Floyd | Floyd | There is one door here that is not connected to any building and which Floyd | is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "exit bike" | |||||
Floyd | You get off the well-oiled bicycle. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "get bike" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "unlock door with key" | |||||
Floyd | "Click." As you unlock the door the key is swallowed by the lock. A Floyd | tunnel of darkness opens up to you, and you cautiously walk inside. You Floyd | almost vanish into the darkness, it is so black. Floyd | Floyd | But just now you can discern a fuzzy light beginning to shine from the Floyd | pearl. It brightens to illuminate your upper body, creating a halo of Floyd | pure white light around you. So astounding is the effect of the Floyd | brightened pearl, that it spills from your hand and rolls vanishingly Floyd | away from you, echoing grittily along the tunnel. Floyd | Floyd | Congratulations are in order. Having braved mutable strangeness and Floyd | having made the heroic gesture of a rescue, you make possible the Floyd | reuniting in joy of a grateful Punster family. This feat earns you the Floyd | rank of Kinkering Cong. Floyd | Floyd | It would be prudent to commit to memory this and all ranks you have Floyd | achieved. Floyd | Floyd | (Truth is, there was one more thing that could've been accomplished Floyd | shaking a tower.) Floyd | Floyd | Beginning Floyd | You now have the opportunity to do one of the following: Floyd | Floyd | >Go to the Shopping Bizarre Floyd | >Play Jacks Floyd | >Buy the Farm Floyd | >Eat your Words Floyd | >Act the Part Floyd | >Visit the Manor of Speaking Floyd | >Shake a Tower Floyd | >Meet the Mayor Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "tada" | ||||
| Allen asks, "out of tub... you just finish?" | |||||
| Gunther says, "though if you want to undo..." | |||||
| gjnave asks, "so does this mean there's been a definitive decision that we can play Infocom gmes on Floyd?" | |||||
| Gunther says, "(for that one extra thing we missed)" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "save" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "cf1" | |||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Save, completed. Floyd | Floyd | > | gjnave says, "i havent playe Manor of speaking yet or Shake a Tower" | ||||
| DavidW says, "We just did Shake a Tower." | |||||
| Gunther says, "well, so much for that." | |||||
| Gunther asks, "isn't there a magic autosave thingy?" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "buy the farm" | |||||
Floyd | The farm crisis never seemed so desperate as it has this planting Floyd | season in Punster. One such family farm on the edge of town, the Floyd | McCleary's, has been especially blighted. The family, though well Floyd | accustomed to hard work, suddenly lost the ability to perform even the Floyd | simplist of chores necessary to scratch a living from the soil. They Floyd | have since been driven from the land, and join with their fellow Floyd | Punster neighbors in urging you to somehow save the family farm. Floyd | Floyd | Road Floyd | Floyd | The telltail smell of grain and dung drifts by. You're on a dusty road Floyd | in front of abandoned farm -- a nice-sized spread of land that Floyd | stretches far out to meet the horizon. Floyd | Floyd | A wooden cart sits in the dusty road here. Floyd | Floyd | An old dog sits in the dust at the side of the road, feeling all of the Floyd | spirit of gravity, looking dog-eared and worn out by a lifetime on the Floyd | farm. Floyd | Floyd | > | gjnave waves wand of autosave | ||||
| DavidW says, "Just the push save button." | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says, "This sounds like an interesting one." | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says, "Will google for a walkthrough for the Last Lousy Point on Shake a Tower later." | |||||
| gjnave says, "ill have to sit this one out .. done it" | |||||
| Gunther says, "well, inured just saved over our first game" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "slanting peas on" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "slanting."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says, "no, this one works differently" | |||||
| Gunther says, "it's the cliche section" | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "outstanding in the field" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "outstanding."] Floyd | Floyd | > | inuredbyheavyrain says, "We just completed one section, so saving was logical." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "teach old dog new tricks" | |||||
Floyd | The old dog perks up one of its dog-eared ears, then the other. Its Floyd | tail emerges from the surrounding dust and begins oscillating back and Floyd | forth with such intensity that you'd think it was a case of the tail Floyd | wagging the dog. Floyd | Floyd | In turn the old boy goes through a series of back flips, chases its Floyd | tail, walks around on his hind legs, and howls at the moon. The dog, Floyd | bursting with energy through its shiny new coat, is no longer dry as Floyd | the dust that surrounds it. Floyd | Floyd | Suddenly by leaps and bounds, the old dog bolts away, and comes back Floyd | with one stone in its slobbery mouth. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "saving into cf2 instead of cf1 would have been even better" | ||||
| Gunther says, "next time please "push save button", which does that automatically" | |||||
| DavidW says, "I don't think inured knows the buttons." | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "squeeze water from stone" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | inuredbyheavyrain says, "ZSorry, I have only been here a few times." | ||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "cast the first stone" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "first."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get stone" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "throw the first stone" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "first."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Road Floyd | Floyd | The telltail smell of grain and dung drifts by. You're on a dusty road Floyd | in front of abandoned farm -- a nice-sized spread of land that Floyd | stretches far out to meet the horizon. Floyd | Floyd | A wooden cart sits in the dusty road here. Floyd | Floyd | A youthful-looking old dog is here, chasing his tail. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "gather moss with stone" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "gather."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "cast stone" | |||||
Floyd | The old dog tears out after the stone and retrieves it back to you, Floyd | panting and holding it in his slobbery mouth. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x cart" | |||||
Floyd | This is simple a wooden cart, made to be drawn by a beast of burden. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "put cart before horse" | DavidW says, "hm. I'm thinking this is again, tricky without the status bar for locations." | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any horse here! Floyd | Floyd | > | gjnave says, "there are other locations you can go" | ||||
| DavidW says (to schep), "And lead that horse to water" | |||||
| Allen | You can go: Barn, Barnyard, Stable, Field, Market | |||||
| DavidW says, "And look for a gift in its mouth!" | |||||
| Allen says, "I just opened it up" | |||||
| Allen says, "but I'm leaving in a few min" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "follow the sun" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "sun."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "barnyard" | |||||
Floyd | You trudge along and get there... Floyd | Floyd | Barnyard Floyd | Floyd | You're standing here in the barnyard, a meager patch of scratched Floyd | earth. You can tell right away what a dog-eat-dog world the farm can Floyd | be, as you see lying on the ground a sow's ear, and then some poor Floyd | animal's tail. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a full complement of swords leaning up against the broad Floyd | side of the barn, looking very out of place here on the farm. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a sow's ear and a tail here. Floyd | Floyd | The old dog follows behind you. Floyd | Floyd | > | inuredbyheavyrain asks, "Is that a colloquial expression?" | ||||
| Allen says, "from barnyard: You can go: Road, Barn, Stable, Field, Market" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get all" | |||||
Floyd | full complement of swords: These implements of ancient warfare have Floyd | nothing to do with your task on the farm. Floyd | sow's ear: Taken. Floyd | tail: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "beat sword into ploughshares" | |||||
Floyd | If you only had a hammer... Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "make silk purse out of sow's ear." | |||||
Floyd | It seams like a difficult thing to make, but surely impossible without Floyd | a needle. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "make a silk purse from a sow's ear" | |||||
Floyd | It seams like a difficult thing to make, but surely impossible without Floyd | a needle. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "i'd hammer in the morning" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "i'd."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "hit the broad side of a barn" | |||||
Floyd | You wind up, haul off, and throw a haymaker at the barn. Floyd | Floyd | "Thump." Floyd | Floyd | No one can ever challenge your accuracy after this. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "find needle in the haystack" | |||||
Floyd | Those things aren't here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "hammer swords into plowshares" | |||||
Floyd | If you only had a hammer... Floyd | Floyd | > | Allen says (to Gunther), "already did that!" | ||||
| DavidW says, "Look in the barn for those" | |||||
| Gunther says, "oops" | |||||
| Allen says, "and I used the nice archaic spelling too. Pah, plowshares" | |||||
| gjnave says, "the difficult thing here is that Floyd doesnt show points... many times you'll say something correctly, and only know it because the point goes up" | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Farm score: 2 of 19 Floyd | Tower score: 25 of 26 Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "notify on" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "notify."] Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "the old dog tricks and broad side of barn, I'm guessing" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "barn" | |||||
Floyd | You kick up a little sawdust as you enter the barn... Floyd | Floyd | Barn Floyd | Floyd | You're surrounded by the deep shade of a nearly abandoned barn, with Floyd | very little activity but for an occasional hoot of an owl. Yet toward Floyd | the rear of the barn, under the loft, a cascading spillage of grain is Floyd | creating an ever-widening pile. Floyd | Floyd | A wooden ladder leads, presumably, up to the loft. Floyd | Floyd | Over near the wide entrance to the barn, there stands a canister of Floyd | milk. Floyd | Floyd | The old dog enthusiastically bounds into the barn after you, and Floyd | heedless of where it's going crashes into the canister of milk, Floyd | spilling it in a wide puddle on the floor of the barn. Floyd | Floyd | The dog looks sheepish, and exits the barn with its tail between its Floyd | legs. Floyd | Floyd | > | inuredbyheavyrain says, "make dog chase tail" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cry over spilled milk" | |||||
Floyd | In throwing your fit, you can hear the poor ol' dog yowling in the Floyd | distance. Floyd | Floyd | > | Allen | You can go: Road, Barnyard, Stable, Field, Market, and Up | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "make dog chase tail" | |||||
Floyd | [You used the word "chase" in a way that I don't understand.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x grain" | |||||
Floyd | You can see, falling down within the silky stream of golden grain, a Floyd | succession of little mice spread-eagled and smiling widely, some Floyd | giggling, others tumbling head over heels. They each splash deeply into Floyd | the ever-widening pile of grain, and then burrow out the side of it, Floyd | and disappear somewhere in the barn. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "sorry, the dog left." | ||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "x mice" | |||||
Floyd | You can see, falling down within the silky stream of golden grain, a Floyd | succession of little mice spread-eagled and smiling widely, some Floyd | giggling, others tumbling head over heels. They each splash deeply into Floyd | the ever-widening pile of grain, and then burrow out the side of it, Floyd | and disappear somewhere in the barn. Floyd | Floyd | > | canadianpuzzler says, "The cat must be away." | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says, "Separate mice from grain" | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "cry over milk" | |||||
Floyd | In throwing your fit, you can hear the poor ol' dog yowling in the Floyd | distance. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "did that" | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "separate mice from grain" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "separate."] Floyd | Floyd | > | Allen says, "oh" | ||||
| canadianpuzzler asks, "What's in the loft?" | |||||
| DavidW says, "I'd like to know that too." | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "u" | |||||
Floyd | Loft Floyd | Floyd | It's humid up here in the loft, muggy with the heavy smell of barley Floyd | corn in summer. Bags of the pungent grain, all of them torn up and Floyd | derelict, are strewn about the edge of the loft, creating a constant Floyd | spillage over the side into which mice are leaping. Floyd | | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "up" | |||||
Floyd | This area at one time must have been used by a handyman, for against Floyd | one wall a grindstone sits idle with a hammer next to it. Floyd | Floyd | A wooden ladder leads down from the loft. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | [Refer to the top of the screen to find out where you can go.] Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "it's hammer time" | ||||
| Allen says, "oops" | |||||
| DavidW says, "there's the hammer" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "separate grain from chaff" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "separate."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "put nose to grindstone" | |||||
Floyd | It's no skin off your nose, but the gesture of good labor stiffens your Floyd | resolve to salvage the farm. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get hammer" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "want for a nail" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "want."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search grain" | |||||
Floyd | You can't search bags of grain! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "x mice" | |||||
Floyd | The mice are wildly enjoying the grain. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We need a cat, I think." | ||||
| canadianpuzzler says, "OK, we still need to keep our eyes open for a cat and a haystack, but we should be able to hammer swords into plowshares." | |||||
| Allen says, "that's a universally true statement" | |||||
| DavidW says, "I hope I'm not letting the cat out of the bag." | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "let cat out of bag" | |||||
Floyd | You're not holding the bags of grain. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "get bag" | |||||
Floyd | Without heavy farm machinery, you could never tidy up this mess. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "walk under ladder" | |||||
Floyd | You bang your bean against the wooden ladder as you attempt this. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "get bag of grain" | |||||
Floyd | Without heavy farm machinery, you could never tidy up this mess. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Tower score: 25 of 26 Floyd | Farm score: 3 of 19 Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Do the plowshares bit." | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "road" | |||||
Floyd | You trudge along and get there... Floyd | Floyd | Road Floyd | Floyd | A wooden cart sits in the dusty road here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "barnyard" | |||||
Floyd | You trudge along and get there... Floyd | Floyd | Barnyard Floyd | Floyd | A youthful-looking old dog is here, sitting up. Floyd | It seems that the old dog has one stone. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a full complement of swords leaning up against the broad Floyd | side of the barn, looking very out of place here on the farm. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "oops, where were -- ah, there" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "beat swords into ploughshares" | |||||
Floyd | With your best craftsmanship, you fashion the swords into plowshares Floyd | with the gold-glowing hammer. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "gold-glowing?" | ||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "take plowshares" | |||||
Floyd | Those won't be needed until planting time. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "make gold into dust" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "dust."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x hammer" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing eye-catching about the hammer. Floyd | Floyd | > | canadianpuzzler says, "let's explore." | ||||
| DavidW says, "Check out the stable or field next." | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "make everything look like a nail" | |||||
Floyd | [You used the word "look" in a way that I don't understand.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "stable" | |||||
Floyd | You follow your nose to the stable... Floyd | Floyd | Stable Floyd | Floyd | The strong, earthy smell in this wide-open area reminds you that you're Floyd | on a farm. So meet the primary interior decorator of the stable: a very Floyd | odd-looking horse who snorts when it sees you. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a rusty tin trough here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "everything looks like a nail" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "looks."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "lead horse to water" | |||||
Floyd | You lead the horse, suddenly trusting of you, over to the trough. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "make horse drink" | |||||
Floyd | Not only can you lead a horse to water, but contrary to popular belief, Floyd | you CAN make him drink. He slurps his fill of water, and with unbridled Floyd | energy, he trots away toward the road. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "look in horse's mouse" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any horse's mouse here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "look in horse's mouth" | |||||
Floyd | [You don't need to refer to that body part in such a manner.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "look horse in the mouth" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any horse here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "road" | |||||
Floyd | You trudge along and get there... Floyd | Floyd | Road Floyd | Floyd | An odd-looking horse stands here, nonchalantly shooing at flies with Floyd | its tail. Floyd | Floyd | A wooden cart sits in the dusty road here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "put cart before horse" | |||||
Floyd | Using perfectly backward logic, you put the cart before the horse. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "ok, the thing we missed in the first one: a single-turn-availability pun" | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "make dog chase tail" | |||||
Floyd | [You used the word "chase" in a way that I don't understand.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "screw that" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x horse" | |||||
Floyd | The horse, which is a hackney, is wearing a large red-ribbon bow in Floyd | place of a saddle and is hooked up to the cart. It continues shooing at Floyd | flies with its tail. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "I can't tell if we're getting points for any of this" | ||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Tower score: 25 of 26 Floyd | Farm score: 7 of 19 Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look a gift horse in the mouth" | |||||
Floyd | It looks like the horse has drunk a lot of water. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "ew" | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "tie ribbon around tree" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any tree here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Tower score: 25 of 26 Floyd | Farm score: 8 of 19 Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "get in cart" | |||||
Floyd | You are now in the wooden cart. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "market" | |||||
Floyd | With the horse pushing rather than pulling the cart, you follow a Floyd | crooked and bumpy road for some time. You faintly hear sweet music from Floyd | a woodwind drifting toward you, and sure enough, around the next bend Floyd | you come upon a man playing music on a flute. You pull the cart to a Floyd | rumbling halt, and the horse gives a snort. Floyd | Floyd | Seeing you, the piper plays a short flat note, draws the pipe from his Floyd | mouth, and takes quick inventory of the wares he is peddling: a cart Floyd | full of apples, a rumpled canvas bag, and some strong-smelling peppers. Floyd | Floyd | > | Allen says, "a bag!" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "upset the apple cart" | |||||
Floyd | [getting out of the cart first] Floyd | Visibly perturbed, the stacked apples begin to tremble and quake, until Floyd | one apple heaves up out of the pile and into the air. Your horsey Floyd | companion eyeballs the apple, bares his teeth, tilts back his long Floyd | mane, and catches it. He loudly chomps it into a pulp, and swallows. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "pay the piper" | |||||
Floyd | You have no money! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "get sack of apples" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "sack."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x bag" | |||||
Floyd | The piper quickly tells you there's a pig in the bag. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "ha, nice" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x peppers" | |||||
Floyd | With narrowed eyes you take stock: There seems to be about a peck. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "let cat out of bag" | |||||
Floyd | You're not holding the canvas bag. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "make a pig in a poke" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any pig here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pick a peck of pickled peppers" | |||||
Floyd | "That's easy for you to say," says the piper, and with a sweep of his Floyd | pipe, allows you to take away peppers. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "pick a peck of pickled pepper" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "look horse in mouth" | |||||
Floyd | It looks like the horse has drunk a lot of water. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "get bag" | |||||
Floyd | The piper strikes a high shrill note, like that of a policeman's Floyd | whistle. "Hands off the merchandise," he says, and then goes on piping Floyd | a merrier tune. Floyd | Floyd | > | gjnave says, "yeah.. this pig thing is obnoxious" | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "get gift from horse" | |||||
Floyd | [There seems to be a noun missing in that sentence.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take a pig in a poke" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any pig here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You have peck of pickled peppers, a hammer, a tail and a sow's ear. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "feel bag" | |||||
Floyd | Keeping in touch with the canvas bag doesn't do anything. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | "It'll cost you a pretty penny, one fine sow, she is, she is," says the Floyd | piper. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "pay the piper" | |||||
Floyd | You have no money! Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "ha ha" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I remember where the penny is." | |||||
Floyd | You have peck of pickled peppers, a hammer, a tail and a sow's ear. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x peppers" | |||||
Floyd | With narrowed eyes you take stock: There seems to be about a peck. Floyd | Floyd | > | gjnave says, "you still need a needle" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x tail" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing eye-catching about the tail. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "pin the tail on the piper" | |||||
Floyd | You may be on pins and needles, but you have none. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "yeah. We need the needle" | ||||
| schep says, "probably in a haystack in the field" | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "give piper tail" | |||||
Floyd | Briskly, the piper refuses your offer. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "field" | |||||
Floyd | It's really too long a walk. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "road" | |||||
Floyd | It's really too long a walk. Floyd | Floyd | > | Allen | You can go: Road | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "get in cart" | |||||
Floyd | You are now in the wooden cart. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "get in cart" | |||||
Floyd | Look around you. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "road" | |||||
Floyd | With the horse pushing rather than pulling the cart, you follow a Floyd | crooked and bumpy road for some time... Floyd | Floyd | Road, in the wooden cart Floyd | Floyd | > | Allen | You can go: Barn, Barnyard, Stable, Field, Market | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "field" | |||||
Floyd | This is no off-road, all-terrain, 4x4 vehicle you've got here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "get out" | |||||
Floyd | [What do you want to get out?] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "stand" | |||||
Floyd | You get out of the wooden cart. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "put horse before cart" | |||||
Floyd | The horse snorts and rears. It seems paranoid about having the cart Floyd | behind it. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "field" | |||||
Floyd | You trudge along and get there... Floyd | Floyd | Field Floyd | Floyd | You are standing at the edge of a barren field that is reminiscent of Floyd | the dust bowl days. A steady wind, having secreted away the topsoil, is Floyd | now drifting sandy dirt across the plain. A scant sign of life here is Floyd | a freshly burrowed molehill on the ground. Floyd | Floyd | Marking the corner of the property is a large stack of hay, whose musty Floyd | odor sticks in your nostrils. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "search haystack" | |||||
Floyd | What on earth do you expect to find in a haystack? Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "needle" | |||||
Floyd | It's hard, of course, because all those stalks of hay look like needles Floyd | themselves. The needle is found twinkling brightly silver among the Floyd | yellow stalks of hay grass. You grab it. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "make a mountain out of a molehill" | |||||
Floyd | There is a tremendous rumbling in the distance, getting louder and Floyd | louder, until it is deafening. The ground shakes with violence from the Floyd | mammoth pressures of the earth's crust. The dirt around the molehill Floyd | crumbles away as mighty, jagged granite peaks begin to emerge from deep Floyd | underneath it, and you are knocked back as the mountain continues to Floyd | rise majestically. Floyd | Floyd | The surrounding landscape, once bleak, now undergoes transformation Floyd | into a fertile valley before your very eyes. Crops sprout and grow tall Floyd | with the crisp snapping sound of fresh corn being husked. Floyd | Floyd | Yet with the abundance comes new dangers, as two birds can be seen Floyd | circling above, surveying the lush crops. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You have a needle, peck of pickled peppers, a hammer, a tail and a Floyd | sow's ear. You also notice a green tint to your thumb. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "whistle" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "whistle."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "make a silk purse out of a sow's ear." | |||||
Floyd | After working your fingers to the bone and using some rather amazing Floyd | stitches, you finally tie up the last thread, taking pride in the silky Floyd | radiance of the lavender purse. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "look in purse" | |||||
Floyd | Opening the silk purse reveals a pretty penny. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "kill two birds with one stone" | |||||
Floyd | [You can't see that here!] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "where's that dog and our stone?" | ||||
| Allen asks, "oh, where'd the stone go?" | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "whistle" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "whistle."] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "The dog has our stone." | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "grow corn as high as an elephant's eye" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "as."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get penny" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "grow corn elephant's eye" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "elephant's."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "grow corn knee high by the fourth of july" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "knee."] Floyd | Floyd | > | inuredbyheavyrain says, "I hate musicals." | ||||
| canadianpuzzler asks, "back to town, get the cat, come back?" | |||||
| Allen says, "elephant's eye? I don't know that ref" | |||||
| Gunther asks, "have you sown any wild oats?" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Gunther), "no" | |||||
| DavidW asks, "Do we have any?" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "sew wild oats" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "sew."] Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "dunno, there's a sewing ne... oh" | ||||
| Gunther says, "sowing" | |||||
| gjnave says, "sow wild oats" | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "sow wild oats" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any wild oats here! Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "never mind" | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "sow wild oats" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any wild oats here! Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "oh, do mind then ;)" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pretty penny, a silk purse, a needle, peck of pickled Floyd | peppers, a hammer and a tail. Floyd | Floyd | > | gjnave asks, "is there a way to talk to floyd w/out typing '..floyd' every time?" | ||||
| inky says, "you can type f stuff" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "purse your lips" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "'f'" | ||||
| DavidW says, "yes. f" | |||||
| Allen says, "like f you" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tail" | |||||
Floyd | It looks like every other tail you've ever seen. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| gjnave says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Field Floyd | Floyd | You are standing in a fertile valley among the tall and lush crops in Floyd | the field. Mountains bordering the valley serve to shield the fields Floyd | from damaging wind storms. Floyd | Floyd | Two birds are circling high above, and every once in a while swoop down Floyd | upon the field to despoil the green acres. Floyd | Floyd | Marking the corner of the property is a large stack of hay, whose musty Floyd | odor sticks in your nostrils. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "we should wander around looking for the dog" | ||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "find needle in haystack" | |||||
Floyd | You already have. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "ok" | ||||
| Allen says, "greeeeeen acres is the place to be" | |||||
| Gunther says, "I need to pay more attention clearly" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "barnyard" | |||||
Floyd | You trudge along and get there... Floyd | Floyd | Barnyard Floyd | Floyd | A lot of plowshares are lying over by the broad side of the barn. Floyd | Floyd | A youthful-looking old dog is here, doing back flips into the air. Floyd | It seems that the old dog has one stone. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get stone" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "field" | |||||
Floyd | You trudge along and get there... Floyd | Floyd | Field Floyd | Floyd | Two birds are circling high above, and every once in a while swoop down Floyd | upon the field to despoil the green acres. Floyd | Floyd | Marking the corner of the property is a large stack of hay, whose musty Floyd | odor sticks in your nostrils. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "ha ha" | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "try farm living" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "try."] Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "our epic quest is over" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "kill two birds with one stone" | |||||
Floyd | Sensing their impending doom, the birds flutter down to take refuge Floyd | within the dense, green acreage. Just now, the old dog, looking as Floyd | spritely as ever, comes bouncing upon the scene. Intensely, the old boy Floyd | scours back and forth between the furrows, finally scratching to a Floyd | stop. Floyd | Floyd | He freezes, raises one paw, and stiffens his tail parallel to the Floyd | ground. Floyd | Floyd | The flush is made! The birds pop up frantically from the cover, Floyd | criss-crossing each other's heavenward flight path. Floyd | Floyd | You take aim and throw, and the birds explode in rapid succession like Floyd | clay pigeons. Floyd | Floyd | The old dog lets out a long, wolfish howl which echoes thoughout the Floyd | valley. Floyd | Floyd | > | gjnave says, "you've got the hammer now" | ||||
| schep says, "and we used it to beat swords into ploughshares/plowshares" | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "bros before hos" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "bros."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "hammer in the morning" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "morning."] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Do we have a donkey to pin this tail to?" | ||||
| schep says (to DW), "haven't seen one" | |||||
| schep says, "let's pay the piper" | |||||
| Allen asks, "was there anything else in the stable?" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "flip bird" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any bird here! Floyd | Floyd | > | gjnave asks, "where are the swords?" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "Could we check the stable again?" | |||||
| Allen says, "heh" | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says, "I believe it's a pigtail anyway." | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "pull pigtail" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "pigtail."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stable" | |||||
Floyd | You follow your nose to the stable... Floyd | Floyd | Stable Floyd | Floyd | You can see a rusty tin trough here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "pull tail" | |||||
Floyd | There's no utility in doing that. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Stable Floyd | Floyd | The strong, earthy smell in this wide-open area reminds you that you're Floyd | on a farm. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a rusty tin trough here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "x trough" | |||||
Floyd | The rusty old trough is divided into two parts, containing water and Floyd | wild oats. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get oats" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "field" | |||||
Floyd | You trudge along and get there... Floyd | Floyd | Field Floyd | Floyd | A youthful-looking old dog is here, tripping around on his hind legs. Floyd | Floyd | Marking the corner of the property is a large stack of hay, whose musty Floyd | odor sticks in your nostrils. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "heyyy" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "okay. Who wanted wild oats?" | |||||
| Gunther says, "mee" | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Tower score: 25 of 26 Floyd | Farm score: 14 of 19 Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "sow wild oats" | |||||
Floyd | You haven't even met the farmer's daughter yet. Floyd | Floyd | > | Allen says, "ha ha" | ||||
| Gunther says, "ha ha" | |||||
| DavidW says, "ha ha" | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Farm score: 15 of 19 Floyd | Tower score: 25 of 26 Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says (to schep), "but we haven'" | ||||
| Gunther says, "etc." | |||||
| DavidW asks, "Market next?" | |||||
| schep says, "yup" | |||||
| Gunther asks, "wait, is there a pig?" | |||||
| DavidW asks, "so uh, road?" | |||||
| Gunther asks, "leadable to market?" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "road" | |||||
Floyd | You trudge along and get there... Floyd | Floyd | Road Floyd | Floyd | A wooden cart with a horse hooked up to it sits in the dusty road here. Floyd | Floyd | As you stop in the road, suddenly a bucking donkey with a swarm of Floyd | buzzing flies chasing it crosses the road in front of you and heads Floyd | towards the stable. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "the piper claims to be selling a pig in a bag" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pin the tail on the donkey" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any donkey here! Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "(this swindle is the true origin of 'let the cat out of the bag')" | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "pin tail on donkey" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any donkey here! Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh, it went to the stable." | ||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "get in cart" | |||||
Floyd | You are now in the wooden cart. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "market" | |||||
Floyd | With the horse pushing rather than pulling the cart, you follow a Floyd | crooked and bumpy road for some time... Floyd | Floyd | Market, in the wooden cart Floyd | Floyd | Along side the road stands a man playing a pipe and selling his wares. Floyd | Floyd | You can see an applecart and a canvas bag here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "pay the piper" | |||||
Floyd | [getting out of the cart first] Floyd | "It's a deal!" says the man. "I like the way you do business -- buying Floyd | a pig in a poke." You pay the piper and he plucks the pretty penny from Floyd | you. "Okay, she's yours. Take it." Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You have wild oats, a silk purse, a needle, peck of pickled peppers, a Floyd | hammer and a tail. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| gjnave waves his arms, rolls a poor lore check, and then disappears - 'oh cra..' | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "take bag" | |||||
Floyd | As you touch the bag you hear "Meow... Meow." You gingerly pick up the Floyd | bag. It continues moving slowly in your hands. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| gjnave arrives, full of fun and funk. | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "let the cat out of the bag" | |||||
Floyd | "All sales are final!" pipes the piper. Just now a furry cat appears Floyd | out of one of the folds in the bag. But finding nothing of particular Floyd | interest, it rolls itself back into the bag. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "road" | |||||
Floyd | It's really too long a walk. Floyd | Floyd | > | gjnave says, "back.. my internet got temporarily raptured" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "barn" | |||||
Floyd | It's really too long a walk. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "get in cart" | |||||
Floyd | You are now in the wooden cart. Floyd | Floyd | > | gjnave says, "wait" | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says, "Go to the mice and let the cat out of the bag" | |||||
| gjnave asks, "did you buy the pig in the poke yet?" | |||||
| DavidW says, "yes" | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "road" | |||||
Floyd | With the horse pushing rather than pulling the cart, you follow a Floyd | crooked and bumpy road for some time... Floyd | Floyd | Road, in the wooden cart Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "there's also the donkey still" | ||||
| schep says, "a demon internet has taken up the job" | |||||
| Gunther says, "he's in the barn" | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "stand" | |||||
Floyd | You get out of the wooden cart. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "barn" | |||||
Floyd | You kick up a little sawdust as you enter the barn... Floyd | Floyd | Barn Floyd | A cascading grainfall is spilling onto the barn floor. Mice appear to Floyd | be riding the grain down. Floyd | Floyd | Over near the wide entrance to the barn, there lies spilt milk. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "let the cat out of the bag" | |||||
Floyd | Just now a furry cat appears out of one of the folds in the bag. Floyd | Suddenly the cat lets out an electrified scream in your arms. You feel Floyd | keenly its needle claws emerge from hitherto cottony paws, and the cat Floyd | shoots out of your arms. Now the feline makes a beeline toward the Floyd | grain. Like a fiery pin ball, the cat ricochets around the barn until Floyd | the place is rocked into full tilt. Floyd | Floyd | As the excitement dies down, you see the grainfall slow to a trickle Floyd | and then the last bits of grain hit the pile with a "tick... tick." Floyd | Floyd | The mice are no longer to be seen. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "let the cat out of the bag" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any cat here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You have a canvas bag, wild oats, a silk purse, a needle, peck of Floyd | pickled peppers, a hammer and a tail. Floyd | Floyd | > | gjnave says, "go up" | ||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "cry over spilled milk" | |||||
Floyd | In throwing your fit, you can hear the poor ol' dog yowling in the Floyd | distance. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| gjnave says (to Floyd), "u" | |||||
Floyd | Loft Floyd | Floyd | You can see a grindstone and bags of grain here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| gjnave says (to Floyd), "let cat out of bag" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any cat here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Farm score: 17 of 19 Floyd | Tower score: 25 of 26 Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "x bag" | |||||
Floyd | It's closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "grind axe" | |||||
Floyd | [You can't see that here!] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "make the grain" | |||||
Floyd | You can't just make bags of grain out of thin air. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "open bag" | |||||
Floyd | Strangely, as you turn the bag in your hands, the bag appears to have Floyd | no opening. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "let cat out of bag" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any cat here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says, "cat's gone, guys" | Allen says, "oh crap" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "while the cat's away the mice will play" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "cat's."] Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "it did its job" | ||||
| schep says, "no, it did what we wanted" | |||||
| gjnave says, "i dont think you can get into an unwinnable state" | |||||
| Allen says, "oh, I misssed it. I looked away for 10 seconds" | |||||
| Gunther asks, "where'd the donkey go?" | |||||
| schep says (to gjnave), "oh yes you can." | |||||
| DavidW says, "stable" | |||||
| schep says, "stable" | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "stable" | |||||
Floyd | You follow your nose to the stable... Floyd | Floyd | Stable Floyd | Floyd | A donkey is being chased willy-nilly around the stable being followed Floyd | by a swarm of flies in hot and pesky pursuit. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a rusty tin trough here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "pin tail to donkey" | |||||
Floyd | It's so easy, you could do this blindfolded. Smarting from the Floyd | sharpness of the needle, the donkey jacks its hooves into the air, Floyd | narrowly missing your chin. But the beast of burden soon settles down, Floyd | and starts shooing flies with its newly-won tail. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Farm score: 18 of 19 Floyd | Tower score: 25 of 26 Floyd | Floyd | > | gjnave asks, "did you try to beat swords into ploughshares again?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "yes" | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You have a canvas bag, wild oats, a silk purse, peck of pickled peppers Floyd | and a hammer. Floyd | Floyd | > | gjnave says, "ok so its just the mice" | ||||
| DavidW says, "We're just missing one thing." | |||||
| schep says, "cat got the mice" | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "look a gift donkey in the mouth" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any gift donkey here! Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says (to Allen), "did that." | ||||
| gjnave asks, "look a gift horse?" | |||||
| canadianpuzzler asks, "You mean the the farm family?" | |||||
| gjnave asks, "did you look a gift horse in the mouth?" | |||||
| DavidW says, "YES" | |||||
| Gunther asks, "where's the daughter?" | |||||
| gjnave says, "SORRY" | |||||
| Gunther says, "surely we must be able to sow!" | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "road" | |||||
Floyd | You trudge along and get there... Floyd | Floyd | Road Floyd | Floyd | A wooden cart with a horse hooked up to it sits in the dusty road here. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "ha ha" | ||||
| Gunther says, "and then reap what we sowed" | |||||
| schep says, "we did get a point for either SOW WILD OATS or SCORE" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Gunther), "oh, that might be the one we need." | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "field" | |||||
Floyd | You trudge along and get there... Floyd | Floyd | Field Floyd | Floyd | A youthful-looking old dog is here, wagging his tail. Floyd | Floyd | Marking the corner of the property is a large stack of hay, whose musty Floyd | odor sticks in your nostrils. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "reap what we sowed" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "reap."] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh. I guess not." | ||||
| gjnave says, "does floyd use hint systems? Nord has a progressive hint system that can at least give you an idea of where you should be looking" | |||||
| Gunther says, "oh, duh" | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "barn" | |||||
Floyd | You kick up a little sawdust as you enter the barn... Floyd | Floyd | Barn Floyd | Floyd | Over near the wide entrance to the barn, there lies spilt milk. A cat Floyd | is licking up the milk. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "up" | |||||
Floyd | Loft Floyd | Floyd | You can see a grindstone and bags of grain here. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Something with the grain, maybe?" | ||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "put nose to grindstone" | |||||
Floyd | Not again.... Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "buy the farm" | |||||
Floyd | You've already arrived. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "...augh." | ||||
| schep asks, "are there any new exits?" | |||||
| gjnave says (to Floyd), "d" | |||||
Floyd | Barn Floyd | Floyd | Over near the wide entrance to the barn, there lies spilt milk. A cat Floyd | is licking up the milk. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| gjnave says (to Floyd), "out" | |||||
Floyd | [Refer to the top of the screen to find out where you can go.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| gjnave says (to Floyd), "exits" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "exits."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "field" | |||||
Floyd | You trudge along and get there... Floyd | Floyd | Field Floyd | Floyd | A youthful-looking old dog is here, baying at the moon. Floyd | Floyd | Marking the corner of the property is a large stack of hay, whose musty Floyd | odor sticks in your nostrils. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "look oats" | |||||
Floyd | Use prepositions to indicate precisely what you want to do: LOOK AT the Floyd | object, LOOK INSIDE it, LOOK UNDER it, etc. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "look" | |||||
Floyd | Field Floyd | Floyd | You are standing in a fertile valley among the tall and lush crops in Floyd | the field. Mountains bordering the valley serve to shield the fields Floyd | from damaging wind storms. Floyd | Floyd | A youthful-looking old dog is here, tripping around on his hind legs. Floyd | Floyd | Marking the corner of the property is a large stack of hay, whose musty Floyd | odor sticks in your nostrils. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "roll in the hay" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Something like 'nose to grindstone' but ear to the ground or eye on the prize?" | ||||
| Gunther says (to schep), "ha ha" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put ear to the ground" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any ear here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Tower score: 25 of 26 Floyd | Farm score: 18 of 19 Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "smell hay" | |||||
Floyd | It smells just like a haystack. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x crops" | |||||
Floyd | The lush crops, gently waving in the breeze, stretch far to the Floyd | horizon. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "x field" | |||||
Floyd | Field Floyd | Floyd | You are standing in a fertile valley among the tall and lush crops in Floyd | the field. Mountains bordering the valley serve to shield the fields Floyd | from damaging wind storms. Floyd | Floyd | A youthful-looking old dog is here, doing back flips into the air. Floyd | Floyd | Marking the corner of the property is a large stack of hay, whose musty Floyd | odor sticks in your nostrils. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "x dog" | |||||
Floyd | The dog has a shiny black coat, and displays the abundant energy of a Floyd | hungry hunting dog. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "x mountains" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing special about the mountain. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb every mountain" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "every."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "climb mountain because it's there" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "because."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "climb mountain" | |||||
Floyd | No dice. Floyd | Floyd | > | gjnave asks, "did you do anything to the cart?" | ||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "harvest" | |||||
Floyd | [What do you want to harvest?] Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "hmm" | ||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "moon" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "moon."] Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther asks, "has anyone NOT cried over spilt milk?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "We put the cart before the horse." | |||||
| schep says, "we put it before the horse, and rode around in it" | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "barn" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any such place here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "harvest crops" | |||||
Floyd | That's best left for the professionals. Floyd | Floyd | > | gjnave says, "theres something else you can do with the cart i think" | ||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "plant Monsanto genetically-modified sugar beets" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "plant."] Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther asks, "how do we get to the barn?" | ||||
| schep says, "we upset the apple cart (which is a different cart)" | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "road. barn" | |||||
Floyd | You trudge along and get there... Floyd | Floyd | Road Floyd | Floyd | A wooden cart with a horse hooked up to it sits in the dusty road here. Floyd | Floyd | You kick up a little sawdust as you enter the barn... Floyd | Floyd | Barn Floyd | Floyd | Over near the wide entrance to the barn, there lies spilt milk. A cat Floyd | is licking up the milk. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Just 'barn'" | ||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "don't cry over spilled milk" | |||||
Floyd | You manage the ol' stiff upper lip, and the dog comes bounding back up Floyd | to you. Floyd | Floyd | Congratulations for the completion of these 19 chores. You have Floyd | transformed their abandoned husk of a farm into a horn of plenty. The Floyd | McCleary's, under your tutelage, have learned much about how to manage Floyd | their farm, coping with the tough realities of modern farming. After Floyd | this long period of want, the townspeople of Punster will feast Floyd | heartily upon the fruits of your labor. You shall be honored by them Floyd | with the rank of Sodbuster. Floyd | Floyd | Beginning Floyd | You now have the opportunity to do one of the following: Floyd | Floyd | >Go to the Shopping Bizarre Floyd | >Play Jacks Floyd | >Eat your Words Floyd | >Act the Part Floyd | >Visit the Manor of Speaking Floyd | >Shake a Tower Floyd | >Meet the Mayor Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "ok, I didn't "don't" there" | ||||
| gjnave asks, "you made the horse drink?" | |||||
| DavidW says, "oh ho" | |||||
| DavidW says (to gjnave), "yes" | |||||
| Allen says, "but we never lead a horticulture" | |||||
| Gunther says, "um, the save button isn't working" | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "cf2" | |||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Save, completed. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "..." | ||||
| schep asks, "did you just 'save' instead of 'push save' or something?" | |||||
| Gunther says, ""push save button"" | |||||
| Gunther | Nothing exciting happens. | |||||
| Allen says, "that's not a valid action for the ob" | |||||
| Gunther says, "ok, "play jacks" and "act the part" are easy ones" | |||||
| Allen says, "> push gunther -> Nothing exciting happens." | |||||
| DavidW says, "Act the Part isn't *that* easy." | |||||
| schep says, "hm. it should probably have a push field though." | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "save" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "cf2" | |||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Save, completed. Floyd | Floyd | > | canadianpuzzler says, "we've got a good crew here; I think we're actually doing fairly well." | ||||
| McMartin says, "The Manor of Speaking is not *difficult*, but it *can* be game-breakingly buggy" | |||||
| Gunther says (to Allen), "try again" | |||||
| Gunther says, "(pushing me, that is)" | |||||
| Allen says, "heh" | |||||
| gjnave says, "the shopping one is cool" | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "shopping bizarre" | |||||
Floyd | On a recent Friday night at the Supermarket, the usual shopping frenzy Floyd | suddenly turned into shopping panic. Crazed bargain-hunters, recklessly Floyd | pushing shopping carts before them, were observed to stream from the Floyd | aisles and out the market, many of whom not even stopping to pause in Floyd | the parking lot. Whatever it was that caused the panic, one thing's for Floyd | sure -- business has never been the same. By restoring some semblance Floyd | of order to this bizarre situation, and perhaps purchasing some item or Floyd | another, you can begin to rebuild customer confidence. Floyd | Floyd | Dessert Aisle Floyd | Floyd | You are all alone in a dessert aisle. The hum of a long freezer that Floyd | runs the length of the aisle is monotonous and the air blows chilly Floyd | upon your skin. Floyd | Floyd | An imposing, broad-shouldered adult moose, dark chocolate from hoof to Floyd | antler, stands here chewing its thick brown cud and blocking part of Floyd | this narrow aisle. Floyd | Floyd | > | inuredbyheavyrain says, "Maybe we should just get the manor done now, before we get tired and frustrated." | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "desert isle" | |||||
Floyd | You've already arrived. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "The Manor is the last one." | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "chocolate mousse" | |||||
Floyd | There's a sudden, belching "poof" of smoke, and the odor of burnt Floyd | chocolate. Floyd | Floyd | With the down-sizing of the big lug, you can see there are numbers Floyd | inside your grocer's freezer, rather than goodies. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "no, the mayor is" | ||||
| DavidW says, "oops, right." | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "desert isle" | |||||
Floyd | You've already arrived. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get pi" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pie" | |||||
Floyd | The thing undergoes a deafening amount of number crunching. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Dessert Aisle Floyd | Floyd | You are all alone in a dessert aisle. The hum of a long freezer that Floyd | runs the length of the aisle is monotonous and the air blows chilly Floyd | upon your skin. Floyd | Floyd | You can see chocolate mousse here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "l in freezer" | |||||
Floyd | Inside your grocer's freezer you see nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "hm. What are the other aisles?" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "put pie in freezer" | |||||
Floyd | Done. Floyd | Floyd | > | McMartin says, "Save *before you enter* the Manor, and don't use the reset." | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "freeze air" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "freeze."] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Cereal, Meat, Dairy, Vegetable?" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Bizarre score: 2 of 22 Floyd | Tower score: 25 of 26 Floyd | Farm score: 19 of 19 Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "meat big lug" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "big."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "dairy aisle" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "dairy."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cereal" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any cereal here. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, ">EXITS" | ||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "produce" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "produce."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "go meat" | |||||
Floyd | [Refer to the top of the screen to find out where you can go.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "five alive" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "five."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "go meat aisle" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "meat" | |||||
Floyd | [You'll have to be more specific.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "meat aisle" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "go aisle 5" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "go aisle 1" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| gjnave says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Dessert Aisle Floyd | Floyd | You are all alone in a dessert aisle. The hum of a long freezer that Floyd | runs the length of the aisle is monotonous and the air blows chilly Floyd | upon your skin. Floyd | Floyd | You can see chocolate mousse here. Floyd | It seems that your grocer's freezer contains a pie. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "I gave y'all the URL" | ||||
| Gunther says, "someone download it and help :)" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "produce isle" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "produce."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "x pir" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "pir."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "x pie" | |||||
Floyd | It looks like every other pie you've ever seen. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "I figured Allen or Gunther might help" | ||||
| gjnave says, "dl what? my internet is buggy and im missing posts" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "goosebumps" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "goosebumps."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| gjnave says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Dessert Aisle Floyd | Floyd | You are all alone in a dessert aisle. The hum of a long freezer that Floyd | runs the length of the aisle is monotonous and the air blows chilly Floyd | upon your skin. Floyd | Floyd | You can see chocolate mousse here. Floyd | It seems that your grocer's freezer contains a pie. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get pie" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "desert aisle" | |||||
Floyd | You've already arrived. Floyd | Floyd | > | canadianpuzzler says, "Gotta get me an interpreter before that'll help but I guess I can do that." | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "get mousse" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "eat mousse" | |||||
Floyd | Don't eat profits. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "chocolate mouse" | |||||
Floyd | [You'll have to be more specific.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "manicotti, british, white, meets, misc" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "chocolate moose" | |||||
Floyd | "Poof!" The moose is suddenly enveloped in a thick plume of chocolaty Floyd | smoke. The large mammal lands awkwardly on the floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "are the exits." | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "pies are squares" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "pies."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "pies are squared" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "pies."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "square pie" | |||||
Floyd | [You'll have to be more specific.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "pie are squared" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "squared."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "chocolate mousse" | |||||
Floyd | There's a sudden, belching "poof" of smoke, and the odor of burnt Floyd | chocolate. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "write, not white" | ||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "manicotti" | |||||
Floyd | You dash around the corner, sliding on the high-sheen surface of the Floyd | well-waxed supermarket floor... Floyd | Floyd | Aisle of Manicotti Floyd | Floyd | As its name indicates, this is the aisle where grains and cereals are Floyd | stocked. Floyd | Floyd | About halfway down the aisle there is a sinister and pallid-looking Floyd | gentleman in a dark tuxedo. He appears to be systematically destroying Floyd | boxes of cereal, taking deep bites into them with his long fangs. Floyd | Floyd | Sitting on the shelves is an infinite variety of cereals. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| gjnave says (to Floyd), "pi" | |||||
Floyd | Pie to pi. Floyd | Floyd | The pallid gentleman continues his rampage by tearing his fangs into a Floyd | package of tortellini. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh no, it's a cereal killer!" | ||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "arrest cereal killer" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "arrest."] Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "oh right" | ||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "serial killer" | |||||
Floyd | (True, he is both a cereal and a SERIAL murderer, but just knowing his Floyd | modus operandi doesn't defeat him.) Floyd | Floyd | The pallid gentleman continues his rampage by murdering, in cold red Floyd | dye #2, a package of Froot Loops. Floyd | Floyd | > | Allen says, "oh, i remember this part from originally playing it in the 80s" | ||||
| Gunther says, "tortellini aren't a cereal!" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "kill chcula" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "chcula."] Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "hmm" | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "oops chocula" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "chocula."] Floyd | Floyd | > | gjnave says, "you actually need something to defeat him" | ||||
| vimes arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "take cereal number" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any cereal number here! Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "yeah. Garlic or holy water or ..." | ||||
| Allen says, "just wait till we get to the ghetto part, and have to deal with the Ask Murderer" | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "take serial number" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any serial number here! | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "meets" | |||||
Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | You zip around the corner... Floyd | Floyd | Meets Floyd | Floyd | This is where people tend to run into each other.... Floyd | Floyd | Sitting on the shelf are a mince and a steak. Floyd | Floyd | You notice a blur of colorful lace and flowing blond hair come rolling Floyd | off one of the shelves. A little girl stands at your feet. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get steak" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | Tattooing your knee caps with her little fists, the little girl starts Floyd | throwing a tantrum. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "stake" | |||||
Floyd | Under your gaze, the meat starts sizzling and smoking wildly, licking Floyd | flames into the air till nothing is left to it but a charred and Floyd | pointed stick. Floyd | Floyd | Practicing field goals upon your shins, the little girl continues Floyd | testing your threshold of pain. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| gjnave says (to Floyd), "mint" | |||||
Floyd | You catch a whiff of fresh little candies as the mince goes to pieces Floyd | and becomes white before your eyes. Floyd | Floyd | The little girl keeps on boxing your calves. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "bratwurst" | |||||
Floyd | The little girl begins running away in horror. She tumbles head over Floyd | heels to the floor in a blur, and then you observe a sausage come Floyd | rolling to a stop. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "ha ha" | ||||
| gjnave exclaims, "awesome!" | |||||
| Binder says, "mmm" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get bratwurst" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), ";" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word ";."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Meets Floyd | Floyd | This is where people tend to run into each other.... Floyd | Floyd | Sitting on the shelf are mints. Floyd | Floyd | > | canadianpuzzler says, "the subsidiary writing is very nice in this part. :-)" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x mints" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing unusual about the mints. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get mints" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | McMartin says, "I like the Shopping Bizarre best of the game." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "mince" | |||||
Floyd | You hear the tortured "moo" of a cow in the distance. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "mince meats" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "meats."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You have mince, bratwurst, a stake and 22/7. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "meets mince" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| gjnave says (to Floyd), "misc" | |||||
Floyd | You dash around the corner, sliding on the high-sheen surface of the Floyd | well-waxed supermarket floor... Floyd | Floyd | Musselaneous Floyd | Floyd | This aisle is filled with various and sundry items. Floyd | Floyd | Sitting on the shelves are tacks, a sail and mussels. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tax" | |||||
Floyd | You hear the distant ring-ring of cash registers. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sale" | |||||
Floyd | You hear the distant ring-ring of cash registers. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "tax" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing unusual about the tax. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "sales tax" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "sales."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "muscles" | |||||
Floyd | You feel yourself undergo a Hulkian physical transformation, with Floyd | material ripping and buttons popping and the whole bit. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "muscles" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing unusual about the muscles. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get tax" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| gjnave says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Musselaneous Floyd | Floyd | This aisle is filled with various and sundry items. Floyd | Floyd | Sitting on the shelves is a sale. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get sale" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "sale tax" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "smash" | |||||
Floyd | [What do you want to smash?] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "pay sale tax" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "manicotti" | |||||
Floyd | You zip around the corner... Floyd | Floyd | Aisle of Manicotti Floyd | Floyd | About halfway down the aisle there is a sinister and pallid-looking Floyd | gentleman in a dark tuxedo. Floyd | Floyd | Sitting on the shelves is an infinite variety of cereals. Floyd | Floyd | The pallid gentleman continues his rampage by devilishly ripping into a Floyd | package of pasta primavera. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "stake cereal killer" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "smash tax" | |||||
Floyd | Trying to destroy the tax accomplishes nothing. Floyd | Floyd | The pallid gentleman continues his rampage by tucking into a package of Floyd | sugar-frosted flakes. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "raise stakes for cereal killer" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "stakes."] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "oh, wait. Do we need a hammer?" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "attack cereal killer with stake" | |||||
Floyd | The cereal murderer faces you open-mouthed, and his bad breath caused Floyd | by all his recent activity drives you back down the aisle. Floyd | Floyd | The pallid gentleman continues his rampage by tearing his fangs into a Floyd | package of linguini. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "mints" | |||||
Floyd | You catch a whiff of fresh little candies as the mince goes to pieces Floyd | and becomes white before your eyes. Floyd | Floyd | The pallid gentleman continues his rampage by murdering, in cold red Floyd | dye #2, a package of Count Chocula. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "give mints to killer" | |||||
Floyd | You toss the mints down the aisle to him. He summarily bites them, then Floyd | flings them away over the shelves. There's a noticable improvement in Floyd | his breath, even from here. Floyd | Floyd | The pallid gentleman continues his rampage by devilishly ripping into a Floyd | package of rice crispies. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "kill killer with stake" | |||||
Floyd | With a powerful thrust, you drive the stake deep into the heart of the Floyd | now horrified cereal murderer. He collapses to the floor, blood Floyd | trickling out of the sides of his mouth. Then he vanishes with a puff Floyd | of pale blue smoke. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| gjnave says (to Floyd), "ill write" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "ill."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "attack killer" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any killer here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Aisle of Manicotti Floyd | Floyd | As its name indicates, this is the aisle where grains and cereals are Floyd | stocked. Floyd | Floyd | Sitting on the shelves is an infinite variety of cereals. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x cereals" | |||||
Floyd | It's dizzying to look at all the different brands. The shelf reaches a Floyd | vanishing point at either end of the long aisle. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "serial limit" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "limit."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "infinite series" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "series."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| gjnave says (to Floyd), "write" | |||||
Floyd | You zip around the corner... Floyd | Floyd | I'll Write Floyd | Floyd | This is the stationery section. Floyd | Floyd | Powdery white flour has been spilled onto the floor alongside the Floyd | shelves. Floyd | Floyd | The far end of the aisle appears to be blocked off by a solid wall of Floyd | quartz. Floyd | Floyd | Sitting on the shelf are a large block of stationary and a bear clause. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "flower" | |||||
Floyd | The white powder drifts away like the shifting sands of the desert -- Floyd | in its place, a flower. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "quarts" | |||||
Floyd | The surface of the wall crumbles away, revealing a tall and wide stack Floyd | of quarts. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "stationery" | |||||
Floyd | The floor of the aisle rumbles and the shelf bounces a few inches off Floyd | its foundation, as the "stationary" takes on the markings of many reams Floyd | of stationery bundled together. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "sniff flower" | |||||
Floyd | The flower contains a wonderful scent. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "bear claws" | |||||
Floyd | The paper dries up and blows away, replaced by -- bear claws! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cent" | |||||
Floyd | You can hear it -- the penny drops. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "take flower" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take penny" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "get claws" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | I'll Write Floyd | Floyd | This is the stationery section. Floyd | Floyd | The far end of the aisle appears to be blocked off by a tall stack of Floyd | quarts. Floyd | Floyd | Sitting on the shelf are reams of stationery. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "bear clause" | |||||
Floyd | The hairy fist clenches itself so tightly that it becomes Floyd | two-dimensional -- paper. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push quarts" | |||||
Floyd | The stack of quarts weaves sideways like a drunk and then comes Floyd | tumbling down in a short, rumbling avalanche. A door behind the quarts Floyd | is revealed. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "bare" | |||||
Floyd | [There seems to be a noun missing in that sentence.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "bare claws" | |||||
Floyd | [You'll have to be more specific.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "read paper" | |||||
Floyd | [Which paper do you mean, the reams of stationery or the bear clause?] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x door" | |||||
Floyd | It's lined with many different kinds of locks. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x locks" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing noteworthy about the locks. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x quarts" | |||||
Floyd | These generic containers are each labeled with the word "quart." Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "quartz door" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "lox" | |||||
Floyd | Smoke issues from each of the locks, as they turn into smoked salmon. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take lox" | |||||
Floyd | You "unlox" the door by gathering the smoked salmon. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open door" | |||||
Floyd | Although you tug your hardest, you can see the door jamb is too tight Floyd | against the door. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "read clause" | |||||
Floyd | Written on a brittle, yellowing piece of paper are the words: Floyd | Floyd | "A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free Floyd | State, the right of the people to keep and arm Bears, shall not be Floyd | infringed." Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "jam" | |||||
Floyd | The outline of the door smokes, and hot fresh jam oozes out from the Floyd | outline of the door onto the floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "bare arms" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "arms."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open door" | |||||
Floyd | The door swings open. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "hee hee" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "claws" | |||||
Floyd | The paper dries up and blows away, replaced by -- bear claws! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "jam aisle" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "get claws" | |||||
Floyd | You already have the bear claws. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "enter door" | |||||
Floyd | You walk down the rickety stairs. Floyd | Floyd | Cellar Floyd | Floyd | This is the empty cellar of the market. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Bizarre score: 17 of 22 Floyd | Tower score: 25 of 26 Floyd | Farm score: 19 of 19 Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "seller" | |||||
Floyd | The room starts spinning madly around, the four walls begin to close in Floyd | on you. When it finally slows enough for you to open your eyes, you see Floyd | a woman wearing a store uniform. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Cellar Floyd | Floyd | This is the empty cellar of the market. Floyd | Floyd | A seller stands here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x seller" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing unusual about the seller. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "cellar" | |||||
Floyd | The clerk's body becomes cubist, expands, and engulfs you. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Did we do the British Aisle yet?" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Cellar Floyd | Floyd | This is the empty cellar of the market. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "sell cellar" | |||||
Floyd | [Whom do you want to sell the cellar to?] Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "oh, don't think so" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "british" | |||||
Floyd | That's easy for you to say since you don't even have the cellar. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "sell cellar to seller" | |||||
Floyd | That's easy for you to say since you don't even have the cellar. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "seller" | |||||
Floyd | The room starts spinning madly around, the four walls begin to close in Floyd | on you. When it finally slows enough for you to open your eyes, you see Floyd | a woman wearing a store uniform. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You have lox, bear claws, a cent, a flower, a sale, a tax, muscles, Floyd | bratwurst and 22/7. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "she's a seller, not a buyer" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "pi" | |||||
Floyd | You can see the number 22 frozen over the number 7. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "pie" | |||||
Floyd | The thing undergoes a deafening amount of number crunching. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "sell pie to seller" | |||||
Floyd | The seller offhandedly rejects the pie. Floyd | Floyd | "I'm a seller, not a receiver, damn it. You want to buy something, then Floyd | buy it." Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "give sale to seller" | |||||
Floyd | The seller offhandedly rejects the sale. Floyd | Floyd | "I'm a seller, not a receiver, damn it. You want to buy something, then Floyd | buy it." Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| gjnave has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "buy cellar" | |||||
Floyd | The clerk's body becomes cubist, expands, and engulfs you. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "buy cellar" | |||||
Floyd | If the cellar were only on sale, you might be able to afford it. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "drop sale" | |||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "seller" | |||||
Floyd | The room starts spinning madly around, the four walls begin to close in Floyd | on you. When it finally slows enough for you to open your eyes, you see Floyd | a woman wearing a store uniform. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "seller" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing eye-catching about the seller. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "give cent to seller" | |||||
Floyd | "Exactly what is it you want to buy?" Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "sense" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "sense."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "tax seller" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "give tax to seller" | |||||
Floyd | "Exactly what is it you want to buy?" Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "buy store" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "store."] Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "let's go British" | ||||
| DavidW says, "up to you" | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "british" | |||||
Floyd | You climb up the stairs, going to... Floyd | Floyd | British Aisle Floyd | Floyd | The floor here is richly painted in the bold colours of Brittania. Floyd | Floyd | Under a large sign, a box boy is frantically filling and overfilling Floyd | the shelves with boxes, which are spilling over into the aisle and Floyd | blocking the way. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x sign" | |||||
Floyd | Large block letters proclaim: Floyd | Floyd | Putting Section. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "bouy" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "bouy."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "box boy" | |||||
Floyd | The entire body of the boy is made out of various sized boxes. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "push boxes" | |||||
Floyd | Pushing the cardboard boxes has no desirable effect. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "pudding" | |||||
Floyd | The boxes begin swirling into a dark, menacing whirlwind, causing you Floyd | to cover yourself up defensively. In an instant there is again calm, Floyd | with order having been restored to the aisle. Floyd | Having tidied up the place, you can now see a trail of ants crawling Floyd | along the aisle floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "aunts" | |||||
Floyd | Instantly, the little creatures become big creatures. Floyd | Floyd | The aunts start milling. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You have lox, bear claws, a cent, a flower, a tax, muscles, bratwurst Floyd | and a pie. Floyd | Floyd | The milling aunts are gawking and talking among themselves. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "listen to aunts" | |||||
Floyd | They sound just like aunts. Floyd | Floyd | The milling aunts are gawking and talking among themselves. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "million" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "million."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "talk to aunts" | |||||
Floyd | They are too busy gossiping among themselves. Floyd | Floyd | The milling aunts are gawking and talking among themselves. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "worst brat" | |||||
Floyd | The sausage suddenly sprouts legs, and is transformed into the form of Floyd | a small girl (thereby shattering the myth about sugar and spice and Floyd | everything nice). She fiercely struggles from your grip and sprints Floyd | away down the aisle into the waiting hands of her aunts. They thank Floyd | you, then leave. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | British Aisle Floyd | Floyd | The floor here is richly painted in the bold colours of Brittania. Floyd | Floyd | Under a large sign, a wide variety of puddings are neatly stacked upon Floyd | the shelves. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I think that's all we can do here." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Tower score: 25 of 26 Floyd | Farm score: 19 of 19 Floyd | Bizarre score: 21 of 22 Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "pudding on the ritz" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "ritz."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "get pudding" | |||||
Floyd | They're best left on the shelf. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "yeah, we're one point away. We should go back to the seller/cellar" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "cellar" | |||||
Floyd | You dash over to "I'll Write..." You walk down the rickety stairs. Floyd | Floyd | Cellar Floyd | Floyd | A seller stands here. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a sale here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "put seller on sale" | |||||
Floyd | That's easy for you to say since you don't even have the seller. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You have lox, bear claws, a cent, a flower, a tax, muscles and a pie. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "get seller" | |||||
Floyd | What a concept. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "put pie on sale" | |||||
Floyd | Done. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "buy pie" | |||||
Floyd | Okay, you buy the pie, handing the cent and the tax to the seller. Floyd | Floyd | Bravo! Cheer! Kudos! With your feats of homonymic skill, you have shown Floyd | the way to restoring customer confidence to the puzzled shoppers of Floyd | Punster. Having broken the tape at the end of your Bizarre shopping Floyd | spree, you thusly achieve the esteemed rank of Super Saver. Floyd | Floyd | Beginning Floyd | You now have the opportunity to do one of the following: Floyd | Floyd | >Play Jacks Floyd | >Eat your Words Floyd | >Act the Part Floyd | >Visit the Manor of Speaking Floyd | >Shake a Tower Floyd | >Meet the Mayor Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "save" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "cf3" | |||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Save, completed. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "You still didn't use the save button, did you?" | ||||
| Gunther asks, "why is "shake a tower" still there?" | |||||
| DavidW says, "We didn't get full score." | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain asks, "What is the save button? I tried push save button, but it did not work?" | |||||
| DavidW says, "It's 'push save'" | |||||
| schep says, "yeah, it's just 'push save' or 'press save'" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says, "Thanks" | |||||
| schep says, "I'm going to step it up to three anyway" | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "cf3" | |||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Save, completed. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "thanks" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "Play Jacks next?" | |||||
| schep says, "shore" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "play jacks" | |||||
Floyd | The oddities of language have been so prevalant in the town of Punster, Floyd | that surrounding communities have been similarly affected. One such Floyd | bordering town is Jackville, located in the northern backwoods region, Floyd | but still well within the realm of possibilities. Floyd | Floyd | Jackville Floyd | Floyd | You have come upon a region far to the north of Punster, but still Floyd | within the realm of possibilities. A simple wood-plank house stands Floyd | near. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "lean to" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x house" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing eye-catching about the house that Jack built. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You're empty-handed. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "enter house" | |||||
Floyd | Inside House Floyd | Floyd | This drafty one-room cabin is so sparsely furnished as to be completely Floyd | unfurnished. It looks like it has not been lived in for years and Floyd | years. Floyd | Floyd | There is a strange contraption leaning against one of the wood-plank Floyd | walls. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "constant plank" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "constant."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x contraption" | |||||
Floyd | You can see right away it's versatile. Floyd | Floyd | It's sort of squarish, but sort of longish too and has a fluffy ball of Floyd | cottony fur at one end. Its surface is made of thick cloth, except for Floyd | one edge which is a long piece of metal that looks as if it can be Floyd | pulled out. Floyd | Floyd | On three different sides of the strange contraption you can see a hand Floyd | crank, a water faucet, and an electrical switch. As if all that wasn't Floyd | enough, there is also a pair of sleeves sticking out of the thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "impossibility" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "impossibility."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "wear contraption" | |||||
Floyd | You're not holding the Jack of all Traits. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "You don't got Jack." | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "show verisimilitude to contraption" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "verisimilitude."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "take contraption" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "wear contraption" | |||||
Floyd | As you slip on the jacket, you find that it fits you quite well. It Floyd | feels a lot more comfortable than it looks. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "spin" | |||||
Floyd | [What do you want to spin?] Floyd | Floyd | > | inuredbyheavyrain says, "Verisimilitude means servility, not versatility" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "spin wool" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any spin wool here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "turn crank" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any crank here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x jacket" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing eye-catching about the jacket. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I think that when the jack is something specific, it loses its other qualities." | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "remove jacket" | |||||
Floyd | You slip off what feels to be a jacket. All features return to the Jack Floyd | of all Traits. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "turn crank" | |||||
Floyd | The Jack of all Traits begins to play a simple plunkety tune, and as Floyd | the music becomes louder and louder the strange contraption starts Floyd | looking a lot more like a box and a lot less like anything else, and Floyd | the music gets louder and louder until... Floyd | Floyd | "Pop!" Floyd | Floyd | The lid springs open and a jester rears its jolly head. Floyd | Floyd | "Boing... Boing" Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "put jack in box" | |||||
Floyd | You can almost swear that the jester winks at you as his head is Floyd | lowered into the box and the lid is shut with a "Click." All the other Floyd | features of the Jack of all Traits come back. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "flip switch" | |||||
Floyd | "Rata-tat-tat! Rata-rata-rata-rata Tat-tat-tat!" The Jack of all Traits Floyd | powerfully roars to life as you hang on the wildly chugging jackhammer Floyd | like a rodeo cowboy. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "jack it" | |||||
Floyd | [You'll have to be more specific.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "turn off switch" | |||||
Floyd | One hand slips off the handle and hits the switch. The jackhammer Floyd | coughs, wheezes and shudders to a halt. All the features of the Jack of Floyd | all Traits return. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Must be a jackknife in there too, somewhere." | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "stab wall" | |||||
Floyd | The pun is mightier than the sword. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "stab me" | |||||
Floyd | Done. Floyd | Floyd | **** You have died **** Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to start over, restore a saved position, or end this Floyd | session of the game? Floyd | (Type RESTART, RESTORE, or QUIT): > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "undo" | |||||
Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to start over, restore a saved position, or end this Floyd | session of the game? Floyd | (Type RESTART, RESTORE, or QUIT): > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "/undo" | |||||
Floyd | | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to start over, restore a saved position, or end this Floyd | session of the game? Floyd | (Type RESTART, RESTORE, or QUIT): > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "/undo" | |||||
Floyd | | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "/undo" | |||||
Floyd | | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Inside House Floyd | Floyd | This drafty one-room cabin is so sparsely furnished as to be completely Floyd | unfurnished. It looks like it has not been lived in for years and Floyd | years. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "jackknife contraption" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x contraption" | |||||
Floyd | You can see right away it's versatile. Floyd | Floyd | It's sort of squarish, but sort of longish too and has a fluffy ball of Floyd | cottony fur at one end. Its surface is made of thick cloth, except for Floyd | one edge which is a long piece of metal that looks as if it can be Floyd | pulled out. Floyd | Floyd | On three different sides of the strange contraption you can see a hand Floyd | crank, a water faucet, and an electrical switch. As if all that wasn't Floyd | enough, there is also a pair of sleeves sticking out of the thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "You have to manipulate the thing in a specifc way." | ||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "pat ball of fur" | |||||
Floyd | The ball of fur twitches excitedly for a moment. Suddenly the Jack of Floyd | all Traits seems to give birth as a full-grown jackrabbit is ejected Floyd | from the contraption. His metabolism, following its winter of cooped-up Floyd | discontent, seems to be racing away. But the furry mammal itself Floyd | remains at your feet, all atremble. He pauses to look up at you. To the Floyd | extent that his beady red eyes are able to emote, he seems to express Floyd | gratitude. Then, with a jackrabbit start, he is gone. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "/undo" | |||||
Floyd | | schep says, "maybe we still had the contraption that time? 'seems to give birth'" | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "pull sheet" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any sheet here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "pat fur" | |||||
Floyd | The ball of fur twitches excitedly for a moment. Suddenly the Jack of Floyd | all Traits seems to give birth as a full-grown jackrabbit is ejected Floyd | from the contraption. His metabolism, following its winter of cooped-up Floyd | discontent, seems to be racing away. But the furry mammal itself Floyd | remains at your feet, all atremble. He pauses to look up at you. To the Floyd | extent that his beady red eyes are able to emote, he seems to express Floyd | gratitude. Then, with a jackrabbit start, he is gone. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x contraption" | |||||
Floyd | You can see right away it's versatile. Floyd | Floyd | It's sort of squarish, but sort of longish too. Its surface is made of Floyd | thick cloth, except for one edge which is a long piece of metal that Floyd | looks as if it can be pulled out. Floyd | Floyd | On three different sides of the strange contraption you can see a hand Floyd | crank, a water faucet, and an electrical switch. As if all that wasn't Floyd | enough, there is also a pair of sleeves sticking out of the thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "pull antenna" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "antenna."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "pull metal" | |||||
Floyd | The long piece of metal, in reality the glistening, razor-sharp blade Floyd | of a jackknife, pivots out of its handle and with a "snap!" all the Floyd | other features of the Jack of all Traits vanish. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "fold knife" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "fold."] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "close knife, perhaps" | ||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "close knife" | |||||
Floyd | Being careful that you don't lop off any fingers, you pivot the blade Floyd | back and it closes with a "snap!" All the other dimensions of the Jack Floyd | of all Traits return. Floyd | Floyd | > | canadianpuzzler says, "If we need the rabbit, the game is now unwinnable (there is no fur on the contraption anymore.)" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I don't remember." | |||||
| DavidW says, "We can replay sections, though." | |||||
| schep says, "it disappeared the same turn it appeared. So probably not important." | |||||
| Gunther asks, "replay, or just go back in?" | |||||
| DavidW says, "If we need to, BEGINNING will put us back at the menu, and we can play jacks again." | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "turn on faucet" | |||||
Floyd | There is a deep gurgling sound, then scalding hot water begins gushing Floyd | out of the faucet, and you are surrounded by a thick cloud of steam. As Floyd | the steam begins to thin out, you find yourself leaning back in a hot Floyd | tub with Jacuzzi, and you can't remember when being in hot water ever Floyd | felt so good. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "out" | |||||
Floyd | Your muscles and your mind have so relaxed from the immersion in the Floyd | steamy waters that you have not the power or the will to leave. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "turn off the faucet?" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "turn off faucet" | |||||
Floyd | The washerless faucet spins round, and some hot, steamy water gurgles Floyd | out. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "cool my engines" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "cool."] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Or pull a plug?" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x jacuzzi" | |||||
Floyd | The well-insulated tub's full of hot steamy water and you. There's a Floyd | plug at the bottom of the hot tub. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "yes! a plug." | ||||
| canadianpuzzler says, "so now that we know all about the thing that Jack gave you but you don't know what it is, we just need to figure out where to use it." | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "pull plug" | |||||
Floyd | The water, slowly at first, begins to swirl toward the plug, creating a Floyd | whirl of water so loud that it's nightmarish. You close your eyes and Floyd | cover your ears and when you hear the last loud slurp you find yourself Floyd | standing again. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Farm score: 19 of 19 Floyd | Jack score: 6 of 11 Floyd | Bizarre score: 22 of 22 Floyd | Tower score: 25 of 26 Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You're empty-handed. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "look in plug" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any plug here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "carve pumpkin" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "carve."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take jack" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "look in hole" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any hole here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x jack" | |||||
Floyd | You can see right away it's versatile. Floyd | Floyd | It's sort of squarish, but sort of longish too. Its surface is made of Floyd | thick cloth, except for one edge which is a long piece of metal that Floyd | looks as if it can be pulled out. Floyd | Floyd | On three different sides of the strange contraption you can see a hand Floyd | crank, a water faucet, and an electrical switch. As if all that wasn't Floyd | enough, there is also a pair of sleeves sticking out of the thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "jack hole" | |||||
Floyd | [You'll have to be more specific.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "wear sleeves" | |||||
Floyd | As you slip on the jacket, you find that it fits you quite well. It Floyd | feels a lot more comfortable than it looks. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep asks, "does this one have more locations?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I think so, yes." | |||||
| DavidW says, "We probably need to do things elsewhere with it." | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "out" | |||||
Floyd | Jackville Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "jack off" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "verbose" | |||||
Floyd | Maximum verbosity. Floyd | Floyd | Jackville Floyd | Floyd | You have come upon a region far to the north of Punster, but still Floyd | within the realm of possibilities. A simple wood-plank house stands Floyd | near. Floyd | Floyd | > | canadianpuzzler says, "I suspect the rabbit is the Last Lousy Point here, and we need to apply each other part once for the remaining points." | ||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "turn on switch" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any switch here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull cloth" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any cloth here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You have a jacket (being worn). Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh." | ||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "take off jacket" | |||||
Floyd | You slip off what feels to be a jacket. All features return to the Jack Floyd | of all Traits. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep asks, ">EXITS?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "we wish" | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "flip switch" | |||||
Floyd | "Rata-tat-tat! Rata-rata-rata-rata Tat-tat-tat!" The Jack of all Traits Floyd | powerfully roars to life as you hang on the wildly chugging jackhammer Floyd | like a rodeo cowboy. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "It's all in the invisible status bar." | ||||
| schep says, "I know." | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "turn off jackhammer" | |||||
Floyd | One hand slips off the handle and hits the switch. The jackhammer Floyd | coughs, wheezes and shudders to a halt. All the features of the Jack of Floyd | all Traits return. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Can someone list the exits please?" | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "chug jack" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "chug."] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Hoping for a Jack Daniels?" | ||||
| schep asks, "was that around in the 80s?" | |||||
| DavidW says, "I dunno." | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "pumpkin" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "pumpkin."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "town" | |||||
Floyd | [There seems to be a noun missing in that sentence.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "exits" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "exits."] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Okay. There's OUT to forest and IN to house." | ||||
| DavidW says, "(Took me a while to find my copy.)" | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "out" | |||||
Floyd | You walk along the trail a long way. With each uncertain step you take, Floyd | it grows darker. Clouds gather. With large puffy white cheeks, they Floyd | blow noisy cold across the sky, as will happen in this changeable Floyd | realm. Floyd | Floyd | Whiteness Floyd | Floyd | It looks like a picture of a wedding gown in a snow storm. Floyd | Floyd | The cold wind is breezing right through you. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "turn on faucet" | |||||
Floyd | Your fingers are so stiff with cold, it's impossible. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "wear jacket" | |||||
Floyd | As you slip on the jacket, you find that it fits you quite well. It Floyd | feels a lot more comfortable than it looks. It offers much shelter from Floyd | the cold, which is now nipping at your nose. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| gjnave arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | |||||
| gjnave has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "turn on faucet" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any faucet here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "w" | |||||
Floyd | [Refer to the top of the screen to find out where you can go.] Floyd | Floyd | Despite the shelter of the jacket, you're still in the midst of a cold Floyd | snap. You begin to smell the vague illusory odor of "chestnuts roasting Floyd | on an open fire." Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "look at jack" | |||||
Floyd | Suddenly, all of the thick, nasty weather surrounding you begins to Floyd | swirl, then lift, slowly at first, and then more rapidly up above your Floyd | head, then up further to expose the large and many trunks of dense Floyd | evergreen forest, and then up and past the high tops of the trees Floyd | themselves and into the heavens. Floyd | Floyd | Near pond Floyd | Floyd | The mountain air is still and cold. You are next to a frozen-over pond, Floyd | ringed by dense forest. Floyd | Floyd | There is an old wooden sign leaning slightly over. Floyd | Floyd | An old man is next to the pond, standing bent like one of the age old Floyd | trees of the forest, with the frost of storms past still clinging in Floyd | its whiteness upon his dark overcoat. He holds in his hands a gnarled Floyd | stick. Floyd | Floyd | The man refuses to communicate with you, but stands still and silent as Floyd | the mountain air. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "stick in the mud" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "mud."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "remove jacket" | |||||
Floyd | You slip off what feels to be a jacket. All features return to the Jack Floyd | of all Traits. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW | You can go: In (onto the Pond) | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "bite old man" | |||||
Floyd | Biting Jack Frost doesn't do anything. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "turn on faucet" | |||||
Floyd | There is a deep gurgling sound, then scalding hot water begins gushing Floyd | out of the faucet, and you are surrounded by a thick cloud of steam. As Floyd | the steam begins to thin out, you find yourself leaning back in a hot Floyd | tub with Jacuzzi, and you can't remember when being in hot water ever Floyd | felt so good. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x old man" | |||||
Floyd | He wears a permafrost frown upon his face, a face that betrays a Floyd | lifetime of never any joy, never any surprise, never any sunshine. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "use jackhammer on old man" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "pull plug" | |||||
Floyd | The water, slowly at first, begins to swirl toward the plug, creating a Floyd | whirl of water so loud that it's nightmarish. You close your eyes and Floyd | cover your ears and when you hear the last loud slurp you find yourself Floyd | standing again. Floyd | Floyd | > | canadianpuzzler says, "That'll be jack frost." | ||||
| DavidW says, "yes." | |||||
| DavidW says, "I'm thinking the jack in the box might cheer him up a little." | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn crank" | |||||
Floyd | The Jack of all Traits begins to play a simple plunkety tune, and as Floyd | the music becomes louder and louder the strange contraption starts Floyd | looking a lot more like a box and a lot less like anything else, and Floyd | the music gets louder and louder until... Floyd | Floyd | "Pop!" Floyd | Floyd | The lid springs open and a jester rears its jolly head. Floyd | Floyd | "Boing... Boing" Floyd | Floyd | The jester winks at the frozen old man, and you can almost hear the Floyd | rushing torrent of flood waters coming from deep within the heart of Floyd | Jack Frost. Some human color suddenly rushes into his cheeks in a Floyd | flush, reddening his face and thawing the frown into much dripping and Floyd | wetness, which can scarcely be distinguished from tears of happiness. Floyd | Floyd | Under a sunny disposition, a more quick and nimble Jack frolics down Floyd | the path, making instant puddles out of his domain wherever he treads. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "give jack to old man" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any old man here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put jester in box" | |||||
Floyd | That's easy for you to say since you don't even have the Floyd | jack-in-the-box. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "put jack in box" | |||||
Floyd | That's easy for you to say since you don't even have the Floyd | jack-in-the-box. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "get box" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "put jack in box" | |||||
Floyd | You can almost swear that the jester winks at you as his head is Floyd | lowered into the box and the lid is shut with a "Click." All the other Floyd | features of the Jack of all Traits come back. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Near pond Floyd | Floyd | The mountain air is still and cold. You are next to a frozen-over pond, Floyd | ringed by dense forest. Floyd | Floyd | There is an old wooden sign leaning slightly over. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "read sign" | |||||
Floyd | It reads: Floyd | Floyd | NO DANGER! THICK ICE Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Jackhammer time, I think." | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "enter ice" | |||||
Floyd | You walk out onto the middle of the frozen pond. Floyd | Floyd | On Frozen Pond Floyd | Floyd | You're on a frozen pond covered by a thin layer of frost. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "agreed" | ||||
| gjnave arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | |||||
| gjnave waves his arms, rolls a poor lore check, and then disappears - 'oh cra..' | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push switch" | |||||
Floyd | "Rata-tat-tat! Rata-rata-rata-rata Tat-tat-tat!" Shiny shards of ice go Floyd | flying out of the plume of exhaust created by the jackhammer as you Floyd | ride the roaring machine in a tight circle. Then the hammer itself is Floyd | pulverized back into the Jack of all Traits. Floyd | Floyd | The engine exhaust lifts, revealing the sight of a blue-tinted mermaid Floyd | lying exhausted next to a hole in the ice. Floyd | Floyd | The mermaid wearily slaps her tail fin against the damp ice. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "helloooo, lady" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x mermaid" | |||||
Floyd | The mermaid is tall, curvaceous and attractive, even with her long Floyd | blond hair dripping wet. There is a large tangle of fishing line Floyd | wrapped around her sizable tail fin. She's wearing a shark-tooth Floyd | necklace. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "pull metal" | |||||
Floyd | The long piece of metal, in reality the glistening, razor-sharp blade Floyd | of a jackknife, pivots out of its handle and with a "snap!" all the Floyd | other features of the Jack of all Traits vanish. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "cut line" | |||||
Floyd | [What do you want to cut the line with?] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "jackknife" | |||||
Floyd | Taking care not to fillet the fishy end of the mermaid, you slice away Floyd | the tangle of fishing line, which blows away like a tumbleweed over the Floyd | surface of the frozen pond. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "metal" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing noteworthy about the jackknife. Floyd | Floyd | > | (from DavidW) Mermaid says, "ooh, careful" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Farm score: 19 of 19 Floyd | Jack score: 9 of 11 Floyd | Bizarre score: 22 of 22 Floyd | Tower score: 25 of 26 Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "close knife" | |||||
Floyd | Being careful that you don't lop off any fingers, you pivot the blade Floyd | back and it closes with a "snap!" All the other dimensions of the Jack Floyd | of all Traits return. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "hello mermaid" | |||||
Floyd | [The proper way to talk to characters in the story is PERSON, HELLO.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "mermaid, hello" | |||||
Floyd | The mermaid gives you a slow smile and tilts her head slightly to one Floyd | side. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "well okay then" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "kiss mermaid" | |||||
Floyd | You drift near enough to feel the warmth of her breath, which carries Floyd | barely a hint of brine but is not unpleasant. She turns gracefully Floyd | away. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "tease" | ||||
| Gunther says, "jack her!" | |||||
| Gunther says, "whatever that means" | |||||
| DavidW says, "j'accuse!" | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x necklace" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing eye-catching about the shark-tooth necklace. Floyd | Floyd | > | inuredbyheavyrain says, "I would be curious to take that knife and see if a mermaid could be crcumcised. Certainly more interesting than fucking a creature with a fish vagina." | ||||
| Gunther says, "what the fuck" | |||||
| canadianpuzzler asks, "Jacuzzi time?" | |||||
| schep says, "um, moderately family-friendly, please" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says, "Maybe some anatomical experiments, showing how the two species' organs could interact." | |||||
| DavidW says (to canadianpuzzler), "I think so." | |||||
| DavidW says, "Let's get away from Dr Moreau, here." | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "turn on faucet" | |||||
Floyd | There is a deep gurgling sound, then scalding hot water begins gushing Floyd | out of the faucet, and you are surrounded by a thick cloud of steam. As Floyd | the steam begins to thin out, you find yourself leaning back in a hot Floyd | tub with Jacuzzi, and you can't remember when being in hot water ever Floyd | felt so good. Floyd | Floyd | The mermaid is also in the hot tub, smiling with her eyes closed as she Floyd | swims luxuriously through the water. Floyd | Floyd | > | inuredbyheavyrain says, "Mermaid fantasies are pretty disturbing when you think about them." | ||||
| canadianpuzzler says, "I'm playing IF rather than having mermaid fantasies. Whether that makes me more lame or less is left as an exercise to the reader." | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "ask mermaid about necklace" | |||||
Floyd | The mermaid gives you a slow smile while effortlessly and relaxingly Floyd | treading water. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "swim" | |||||
Floyd | This is no time for swimming. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| gjnave arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | |||||
| gjnave says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | On Frozen Pond, in the tub Floyd | Floyd | You're on a frozen pond covered by a thin layer of frost. There is a Floyd | hole in the ice. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says (to gjnave), "we are also in the hot tub with a mermaid" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull plug" | |||||
Floyd | The water, slowly at first, begins to swirl toward the plug, creating a Floyd | whirl of water so loud that it's nightmarish. You close your eyes and Floyd | cover your ears and when you hear the last loud slurp you find yourself Floyd | standing again. Floyd | Floyd | The mermaid, having been warmed by the dip in the hot tub, and freed of Floyd | the entanglement of the fishing line, appears ready to brave the frigid Floyd | waters for a long swim to warmer regions. She hyperventilates for a few Floyd | moments and braces herself with a frenetic self-hug, stopping to give Floyd | you a smile with her thin lips. Floyd | Floyd | She bids farewell, and slips back into the frigid water, causing a Floyd | little plop of water as her tail fin disappears beneath the surface. Floyd | Floyd | Congratulations. You have been nimble and you have been quick. Punster Floyd | will from here on out enjoy better relations with its northern Floyd | neighbor, Jackville. The Citizen's Action Committee does hereby confer Floyd | upon you the title of Jackster. Floyd | Floyd | Beginning Floyd | Floyd | You now have the opportunity to do one of the following: Floyd | Floyd | >Eat your Words Floyd | >Act the Part Floyd | >Visit the Manor of Speaking Floyd | >Shake a Tower Floyd | >Meet the Mayor Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "cf4" | |||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Save, completed. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| gjnave has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | inuredbyheavyrain says, "I used the button that time." | ||||
| DavidW asks, "Which section next?" | |||||
| DavidW says (to inured), "thanks" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "Act the part" | |||||
Floyd | The foremost star of stage and scream in Punster, Brad Watkins, has Floyd | left behind our small-town difficulties in search of fame and fortune Floyd | beyond the purple horizon. We of course wish him the very worst of Floyd | luck. It has been very dashing of you to take the stage in his absence. Floyd | With the proper make-up applied, you're a side-splitting image. Floyd | Floyd | Your Living Room Floyd | Floyd | Glaring bright lights bake down upon the stage. Floyd | Floyd | The living room of your apartment is furnished in the drab period style Floyd | of the 1950's situation comedy. Luckily, there's not much furniture on Floyd | the set for you to bump into. However, one brass lamp with a rather Floyd | ostentatious lamp shade stands here. A flimsy, union-constructed front Floyd | door leads out of the apartment, another door leads to the bathroom. Floyd | Both are closed. Your kitchen is at the other side of the stage. Floyd | Floyd | Your favorite chair sits here facing the television. Floyd | Floyd | You hear a man's voice from the other side of your front door. "Knock Floyd | knock." Floyd | Floyd | > | inuredbyheavyrain says, "This sounds like an interesting title." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "who's there" | |||||
Floyd | "Bob." Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "who's there" | |||||
Floyd | Good question. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "bob who" | |||||
Floyd | "Ba ba ba, ba ba ba-ran...."
Floyd |
Floyd | The door swings open and in walks your irrepressible, long-lost ("but
Floyd | not long enough") brother-in-law Bob. "Howdy, Sammy! Just flew in from
Floyd | Pittsburgh. Boy are my arms tired," he says, flapping and smiling
Floyd | goonily. Bob extends his hand to you in greeting...
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shake hand" | |||||
Floyd | Floyd | Bob enthusiastically grabs your hand in greeting. Floyd | Floyd | "Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz!" Floyd | Floyd | It feels like you are shaking hands with a Hoover Dam generator, as the Floyd | mega-voltages of power surging into the palm of your hand cause your Floyd | entire body to writhe. Floyd | Floyd | Bob doubles himself over with knee-slapping, gasping laughter. "I guess Floyd | I got you that time, eh?" he says, flashing you the joy buzzer in his Floyd | palm, and then skates into the kitchen. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "burn with rage" | |||||
Floyd | [You won't find the word "rage" anywhere in the script.] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "This is the slapstick comedy section." | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "trip on chair" | |||||
Floyd | [You won't find the word "trip" anywhere in the script.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "it's also on a timer" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "kitchen" | |||||
Floyd | You walk across the stage. Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Floyd | The kitchen suffers from the neglect so often decried by the 1950's Floyd | sitcom husband in the presence of his 1950's sitcom wife. Floyd | Floyd | There's a bottle in front of you. Your mind echos the phrase, "a bottle Floyd | in front of me," which gives you ideas... Floyd | Floyd | You can see a scalpel-like knife, a blue sponge and yellow rubber Floyd | gloves here. Floyd | Floyd | Your brother-in-law Bob swings open the refrigerator door, loads Floyd | himself down, shuts the fridge door with his knee, and with his movable Floyd | feast shuffles back into the living room. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "more or less" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Gunther), "ugh" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "kitchen" | |||||
Floyd | You've already arrived. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "take sponge" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | inuredbyheavyrain says, "I wonder if we get to throw a pie in his face" | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "get pie" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any pie here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "take all" | |||||
Floyd | hot-water bottle: The hot-water bottle, which is devoid of water but Floyd | puffed up with air, is squeezed and emits a rude Bronx cheer. Floyd | scalpel-like knife: Taken. Floyd | yellow rubber gloves: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "how could we not" | ||||
| schep says, "I guess that joke could be on us instead" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "put bottle on chair" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any chair here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "ask bob to sit" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see Bob here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "living room" | |||||
Floyd | You walk across the stage. Floyd | Floyd | Well, it seems that Bob has already taken the liberty of moving the Floyd | lamp away from his TV viewing area and over near the kitchen entrance, Floyd | where you now have the misfortune of tripping over the cord from the Floyd | lamp. Floyd | Floyd | You take a pratfall, landing heavily on the floor to the beat of a bass Floyd | drum, and then a rim shot. The crowd loves it. Floyd | Floyd | Meanwhile, the live wire, ripped from the lamp but still plugged into Floyd | the wall, snakes around the floor, spitting sparks out of the end that Floyd | was torn from the lamp. Floyd | Floyd | Bob, who is kicking back on your favorite chair, is too engrossed with Floyd | the TV to notice any of this. Floyd | Floyd | Your Living Room Floyd | Floyd | Glaring bright lights bake down upon the stage. Floyd | Floyd | The living room of your apartment is furnished in the drab period style Floyd | of the 1950's situation comedy. Luckily, there's not much furniture on Floyd | the set for you to bump into. However, one brass lamp with a rather Floyd | ostentatious lamp shade stands here. A flimsy, union-constructed front Floyd | door leads out of the apartment, another door leads to the bathroom. Floyd | Both are closed. Your kitchen is at the other side of the stage. Floyd | Floyd | An electrical cord is plugged into the wall, the other end having been Floyd | torn from the lamp. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "fix lamp" | |||||
Floyd | [You won't find the word "fix" anywhere in the script.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "take all" | |||||
Floyd | electrical cord: The audience sucks in its collective breath at your Floyd | bare-handedness, which gives you pause. Floyd | lamp: You've gotta be kidding. Floyd | lamp shade: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | In your nervous hand, the lamp shade's gold tassels shake, perceptible Floyd | only to yourself, slightly back and forth. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "wear shade" | |||||
Floyd | You lower the gaudy lamp shade over your deadpan face, pretending to be Floyd | part of the furniture, which is how your brother-in-law Bob has treated Floyd | you. As the laughs die down, you remove the shade. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "wear gloves" | |||||
Floyd | You're now wearing the yellow rubber gloves. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "take cord" | |||||
Floyd | The audience sucks in its collective breath, and you gingerly pick up Floyd | the live wire, with its end resting in the palm of the glove. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "take lamp" | |||||
Floyd | Never in a thousand years. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "connect cord to lamp" | |||||
Floyd | [You won't find the word "connect" anywhere in the script.] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "touch x with y" | ||||
| schep says, "haven't checked out the bathroom yet" | |||||
| Allen asks, "what episode you doing now?" | |||||
| DavidW says, "Act the Part" | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "touch lamp with cord" | |||||
Floyd | Touching the lamp doesn't do anything. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "blow in bottle" | |||||
Floyd | You huff and puff until the hot-water bottle is full of hot air. Some Floyd | members of the studio audience let out some anticipatory giggles. Floyd | Floyd | Bob says, "Hey Sammy, what is this fly doing in my soup?" Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "pact the art" | |||||
Floyd | [You won't find the word "pact" anywhere in the script.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "backstroke" | |||||
Floyd | The crowd eats it up. Floyd | | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "the backstroke" | |||||
Floyd | Bob gets up and marches toward the kitchen, evidently to stock up on Floyd | more goodies. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | It looks like every other your shoulder you've ever seen. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "The backstroke" | |||||
Floyd | Talking to yourself is a sign of impending mental collapse. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "put bottle in chair" | |||||
Floyd | It would be visible there. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "Bob, the backstroke" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see Bob here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "take cushion" | |||||
Floyd | Nice try. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "put it under the cushion?" | ||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "put bottle under cushion" | |||||
Floyd | You slip the whoopee cushion into position. The audience begins Floyd | tittering. Floyd | Floyd | In walks the unsuspecting Bob, who is loaded down with goodies. He Floyd | plops onto YOUR comfy chair. Floyd | Floyd | "Bbbthpppffffthppp!" The crowd howls as poor Bob nearly loses his lunch Floyd | in shock. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "put bottle under cushion" | |||||
Floyd | You're not holding the hot-water bottle. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Gunther has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd,), "touch cord to bob" | |||||
| gjnave arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "touch cord to bob" | |||||
Floyd | Bob reflexively extends his hand... Floyd | Floyd | "Za za za za za za Zap!" Electrified by the experience, with his hair Floyd | sticking straight out and a frightful expression stamped on his face, Floyd | your brother-in-law Bob is powered willy-nilly into the air, with an Floyd | involuntarily tight grip on the cord. You're holding the other end with Floyd | your yellow rubber gloves, smiling calmly, as if you had a fly on the Floyd | end of a string. The crowd loves it. Floyd | Floyd | With a yank on the cord, Bob lands in a heap back onto your chair, a Floyd | little shaken but no worse for the scare. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Farm score: 19 of 19 Floyd | Jack score: 11 of 11 Floyd | Bizarre score: 22 of 22 Floyd | Tower score: 25 of 26 Floyd | Theatrical score: 5 of 10 Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| gjnave has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You have an electrical cord, yellow rubber gloves (being worn), a lamp Floyd | shade, a scalpel-like knife, a blue sponge and a coat (being worn). Floyd | It seems that the coat contains a match stick. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "bathroom" | |||||
Floyd | You hear someone behind the flimsy door whisper, "Another move like Floyd | that and his career's in the toilet too," which stops you in your Floyd | tracks. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "compare bob to sponge" | |||||
Floyd | [You won't find the word "compare" anywhere in the script.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "light match" | |||||
Floyd | You scratch the match behind your left ear and it flares up. Floyd | Floyd | The match continues burning down. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "put match under foot" | |||||
Floyd | Somebody yelling "Fire" in the crowded theater is enough to stop you. Floyd | Floyd | The match continues burning down. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put match in hole" | |||||
Floyd | As you slide the match neatly into the shoe hole, waves of knowing Floyd | snickers ripple through the audience. With his eyes still glued to the Floyd | television, your brother-in-law Bob tilts his head to one side, and Floyd | sniffs the air twice. "I smell something burning, Sammy. You better go Floyd | into the kitchen and check it Ow-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow-wowwy!" Floyd | Floyd | In a blur, the hot-footed Bob leaps from the chair and performs a Floyd | Hiawathan rain dance to the insistent, rhythmic beat of Indian drums. Floyd | Floyd | The crowd loves it. Floyd | Floyd | There is the final sound effect of a thunder clap in the distance, and Floyd | Bob hunkers paranoically back down in your chair, staring again at the Floyd | TV. Floyd | Floyd | You hear a woman's voice from the other side of your front door. "Knock Floyd | knock." Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "who's there" | |||||
Floyd | "Gorilla." Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "gorilla who" | |||||
Floyd | "Girl of your dreams!" Floyd | Floyd | A lady enters the living room and, narrowing her eyes, begins sizing up Floyd | the situation. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x lady" | |||||
Floyd | That's no lady, that is your wife. Floyd | Floyd | She walks over to Bob and consoles him as he describes what a meanee Floyd | you have been. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "gorilla my dreams" | |||||
Floyd | [You won't find the word "dreams" anywhere in the script.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You have an electrical cord, yellow rubber gloves (being worn), a lamp Floyd | shade, a scalpel-like knife, a blue sponge and a coat (being worn). Floyd | Floyd | Bob continues telling your wife how rotten you were to him. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x sponge" | |||||
Floyd | [Which sponge do you mean, your brother-in-law Bob or the blue sponge?] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x blue sponge" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing unusual about the blue sponge. Floyd | Floyd | She throws a tantrum and storms out, to her mother's (that's next Floyd | week's episode). Bob is falling apart emotionally as well, and goes and Floyd | locks himself in the bathroom. Floyd | Floyd | Bob stays in there several very tense minutes, without making a sound. Floyd | Just when you think it's about time to call a professional, Bob's Floyd | silence is suddenly broken by the words, "Knock knock." Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "sponge off bob" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "hmm, I wonder if that just lost us a possible point somehow" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "who's there" | |||||
Floyd | "Dwayne." Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "dwayne who" | |||||
Floyd | "Dwayne the bathtub, I'm dwownin'!" Floyd | Floyd | You hear a suppressed cackle from behind the bathroom door, which Floyd | slowly opens to reveal the figure of your Bob, looking sheepish but Floyd | with his hurt feelings mended. He shuts the door and slides back into Floyd | your chair. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "who's there" | |||||
Floyd | Good question. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x sponge" | |||||
Floyd | [Which sponge do you mean, your brother-in-law Bob or the blue sponge?] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "bob" | |||||
Floyd | The crowd erupts with laughter as you seem to equate your Floyd | brother-in-law Bob with a sponge. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cut throat" | |||||
Floyd | [You won't find the word "throat" anywhere in the script.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You have an electrical cord, yellow rubber gloves (being worn), a lamp Floyd | shade, a scalpel-like knife, a blue sponge and a coat (being worn). Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "carve sponge" | |||||
Floyd | [You won't find the word "carve" anywhere in the script.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "cut sponge" | |||||
Floyd | [What do you want to cut the sponge with?] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "knife" | |||||
Floyd | To put it bluntly, neither the scalpel-like knife nor you are very Floyd | sharp. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "put coat on bob" | |||||
Floyd | You'll have to remove the coat first. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "lobotomize bob" | |||||
Floyd | [You won't find the word "lobotomize" anywhere in the script.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "take coat" | |||||
Floyd | You're already wearing the coat. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "There's a bottle in front of me - frontal lobotomy joke we have to do." | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "put it on bob" | |||||
Floyd | You'll have to remove the coat first. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "remove coat" | |||||
Floyd | You remove the coat. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "put it on bob" | |||||
Floyd | But it's not your brother-in-law Bob's size. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "frontal lobotomy" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any frontal lobotomy here. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "ah, yeah, the wording is pretty specific here" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "well, we don't have the bottle, do we?" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "poke bob with knife" | |||||
Floyd | That'd be worse than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "bathroom" | |||||
Floyd | You hear someone behind the flimsy door whisper, "Another move like Floyd | that and his career's in the toilet too," which stops you in your Floyd | tracks. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "kitchen" | |||||
Floyd | [dropping the cord first] Floyd | Floyd | You walk across the stage. Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Floyd | The kitchen suffers from the neglect so often decried by the 1950's Floyd | sitcom husband in the presence of his 1950's sitcom wife. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "(I had heard the joke with a slightly different phrasing, and was therefore stuck for ages)" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "get bottle" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any bottle here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You have yellow rubber gloves (being worn), a lamp shade, a Floyd | scalpel-like knife, a blue sponge and a coat. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "open fridge" | |||||
Floyd | Opened. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "l in fridge" | |||||
Floyd | Inside the refrigerator you see nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hm. No pie." | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You have yellow rubber gloves (being worn), a lamp shade, a Floyd | scalpel-like knife, a blue sponge and a coat. Floyd | Floyd | > | canadianpuzzler asks, "We likely need a bottle for the joke, yes. Don't suppose Bob has one with him in the living room?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "The bottle must be in the other room." | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "living room" | |||||
Floyd | You walk across the stage. Floyd | Floyd | Your Living Room Floyd | Floyd | Glaring bright lights bake down upon the stage. Floyd | Floyd | The living room of your apartment is furnished in the drab period style Floyd | of the 1950's situation comedy. Luckily, there's not much furniture on Floyd | the set for you to bump into. However, one brass lamp stands here. A Floyd | flimsy, union-constructed front door leads out of the apartment, Floyd | another door leads to the bathroom. Both are closed. Your kitchen is at Floyd | the other side of the stage. Floyd | Floyd | An electrical cord is plugged into the wall, the other end having been Floyd | torn from the lamp. Floyd | Floyd | Your brother-in-law Bob is kicking back on your favorite chair, feeding Floyd | his face and staring at the television. With his feet jutting out into Floyd | the air, you notice a small hole at the tip of one of his Floyd | much-travelled shoes. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a hot-water bottle here. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I know we saw one somewhere earlier." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bottle" | |||||
Floyd | The hot-water bottle is empty and deflated. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "give bottle to bob" | |||||
Floyd | That's easy for you to say since you don't even have the hot-water Floyd | bottle. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "get bottle" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "give bottle to bob" | |||||
Floyd | Briskly, your brother-in-law Bob refuses your offer. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "put bottle in front of bob" | |||||
Floyd | There's another turn down the drain. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put bottle in front of me" | |||||
Floyd | Why bother? Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "a bottle in front of you and a frontal lobotomy" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "remove cushion" | |||||
Floyd | You've gotta be kidding. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "make frontal lobotomy" | |||||
Floyd | You can't just make a frontal lobotomy out of thin air. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "pull chair" | |||||
Floyd | Pulling YOUR comfy chair accomplishes nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "perform frontal lobotomy" | |||||
Floyd | [You won't find the word "perform" anywhere in the script.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "make frontal lobotomy from bottle in front of me." | |||||
Floyd | [There were too many nouns in that sentence.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| gjnave arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "have bottle in front of me" | |||||
Floyd | [You won't find the word "have" anywhere in the script.] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We had a hint earlier but we zoomed past it." | ||||
| Ellison goes back to Squeamhurst.. | |||||
| Ellison has disconnected. | schep asks, "you mean the first time we saw the bottle in the kitchen?" | ||||
| DavidW | Your mind echos the phrase, "a bottle in front of me," which gives you ideas.. | |||||
| gjnave says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Your Living Room Floyd | Floyd | Glaring bright lights bake down upon the stage. Floyd | Floyd | The living room of your apartment is furnished in the drab period style Floyd | of the 1950's situation comedy. Luckily, there's not much furniture on Floyd | the set for you to bump into. However, one brass lamp stands here. A Floyd | flimsy, union-constructed front door leads out of the apartment, Floyd | another door leads to the bathroom. Both are closed. Your kitchen is at Floyd | the other side of the stage. Floyd | Floyd | An electrical cord is plugged into the wall, the other end having been Floyd | torn from the lamp. Floyd | Floyd | Your brother-in-law Bob is kicking back on your favorite chair, feeding Floyd | his face and staring at the television. With his feet jutting out into Floyd | the air, you notice a small hole at the tip of one of his Floyd | much-travelled shoes. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "insult bob" | |||||
Floyd | [You won't find the word "insult" anywhere in the script.] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "That was in the kitchen." | ||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "put bottle in front of me" | |||||
Floyd | It's not worth it. Believe me. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "kitchen" | |||||
Floyd | You walk across the stage. Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Floyd | The kitchen suffers from the neglect so often decried by the 1950's Floyd | sitcom husband in the presence of his 1950's sitcom wife. Floyd | Floyd | > | inuredbyheavyrain says, "A small child is like a razr-sharp pinwheel that slaps you in the face and ass." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put bottle in front of me" | |||||
Floyd | You're barking up the wrong tree. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get frontal lobotomy" | |||||
Floyd | You run the surgical-like instrument through the air an inch above your Floyd | scalp. The crowd loves it. You've really got them eating out of your Floyd | hand. Floyd | Floyd | "Cut! Cut!" booms an off-stage, directoral voice. "It's a wrap." Floyd | Drenched in the sweat of your comedic toil, you bask in the adoration Floyd | of the cheerful Punster audience. Having milked this bit for the Floyd | maximum number of cheap gags, namely 10, you have achieved the status Floyd | of King of Comedy. Floyd | Floyd | Beginning Floyd | Floyd | You now have the opportunity to do one of the following: Floyd | Floyd | >Eat your Words Floyd | >Visit the Manor of Speaking Floyd | >Shake a Tower Floyd | >Meet the Mayor Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| vaporware arrives, full of fun and funk. | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cf5" | |||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Save, completed. Floyd | | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "cf6" | |||||
Floyd | > Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Save, completed. Floyd | Floyd | > | inuredbyheavyrain says, "I love this game: It is so insane and unpredictable." | ||||
| inky says, "bwuh" | |||||
| gjnave exclaims (at inured), "i know huh!" | |||||
| inky says, "hmm" | |||||
| inky says, "gunther made it sound like we had missed our chance for the shake a tower point" | |||||
| inky says, "but it seems weird that it would just stick around now" | |||||
| Allen says, "it's been kind of amusing, but it's not my kind of IF" | |||||
| Allen says, "it's the kind of thing that's instantly forgettable after it's over" | |||||
| schep says, "well without redoing the whole section, maybe" | |||||
| inky says, "ah, I see" | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "visit manor" | |||||
Floyd | The sad truth here is that the Manor of Speaking once enjoyed the Floyd | reputation as one of THE finest guest houses in the entire region Floyd | around Punster. But queer indeed is the fate it has suffered. The Floyd | various rooms of the house are actually possessed by the warped Floyd | personalities of by-gone visitors. The experience of a present-day Floyd | guest to each of the rooms is colored very strongly by the thoughts and Floyd | indeed voice of each ghostly presence. Needless to say, vacancy rates Floyd | have gone through the roof. Which leads us to the crucial problem with Floyd | the Manor. Its attic, as you will notice, is radically out of joint, Floyd | situated BELOW the level of the first floor. It has been theorized that Floyd | if this misplacement could be dramatically rectified, the spirits Floyd | who've worn out their welcome might flee in horror. This is our hope, Floyd | may it be your quest. Floyd | Floyd | Before the Manor Floyd | Floyd | You're standing in front of a large but oddly shaped manor house. From Floyd | the outside, it looks as if its individual rooms have been haphazardly Floyd | constructed and are out of proportion with each other. This has a Floyd | slight disorienting effect. Floyd | Floyd | > | gjnave says, "my experinece with this game was that it was fun at a very specific time when we first played it... but when we came back to it, we Couldn't relive the moment, and it was painful" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "enter manor" | |||||
Floyd | [Refer to the top of the screen to find out where you can go.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "in" | |||||
Floyd | [Refer to the top of the screen to find out where you can go.] Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "interior decorated, kremlin, doldrums, pharmacy, attic" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "interior decorated" | |||||
Floyd | You go there... Floyd | Floyd | The carpet! The carpet! Don't drag your feet on the carpet! It's a Floyd | priceless hand-loomed Persian! Floyd | Floyd | Whew! Okay, you're now standing on the bone-white Louis-XV-inspired Floyd | tile. Floyd | Floyd | Interior Decorated Floyd | Floyd | This room, with its modern sensibility yet also palpable feeling for Floyd | the ancien regime, is unique in its elegant reflection of a confident, Floyd | personal sense of style. The lines are lean and classic, the color is Floyd | rich and distinctive. Floyd | Floyd | The Louis XIV chair is plump, tufted, aristocratic -- it's styled with Floyd | equal splashes of rococo and baroque. The piece definitely has Floyd | charisma. Sitting on the chair: a multihued textured pillow. Floyd | Floyd | Against the far wall is an heroically proportioned, Floyd | Mediterranean-crafted, intricately inlaid, Pre-Raphaelite limestone Floyd | mantelpiece, circa 1838. Floyd | Floyd | Adorning the mantel is a resplendently virgin-ivory hand-embroidered, Floyd | filet-patterned lace tablecloth, circle 924 on your Reader Service Floyd | Card. Floyd | Floyd | A marble staircase of grand proportions leads down. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "this was the first Infocom game I played, if you don't count half-assed brushes with Zork" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x pillow" | |||||
Floyd | The pillow, complementary to the Louis XIV, is multihued and textured, Floyd | displaying free-form squiggles, curlicues and brash brushstrokes with a Floyd | primitive look to them. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get pillow" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "it has its moments but really the best thing about it is prompting Ad Verbum" | ||||
| maga says, "(and successors)" | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x tablecloth" | |||||
Floyd | It looks like every other lace tablecloth you've ever seen. Floyd | Floyd | > | Allen asks (of maga), "did you play it in the 90s or when it was new?" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get tablecloth" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Interior Decorated Floyd | Floyd | This room, with its modern sensibility yet also palpable feeling for Floyd | the ancien regime, is unique in its elegant reflection of a confident, Floyd | personal sense of style. The lines are lean and classic, the color is Floyd | rich and distinctive. Floyd | Floyd | The Louis XIV chair is plump, tufted, aristocratic -- it's styled with Floyd | equal splashes of rococo and baroque. The piece definitely has Floyd | charisma. Floyd | Floyd | Against the far wall is an heroically proportioned, Floyd | Mediterranean-crafted, intricately inlaid, Pre-Raphaelite limestone Floyd | mantelpiece, circa 1838. Floyd | Floyd | A marble staircase of grand proportions leads down. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "sit on chair" | |||||
Floyd | You are now on the plump, tufted, aristocratic Louis XIV chair. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "circle 924" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any 924 here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "stand" | |||||
Floyd | You get out of the plump, tufted, aristocratic Louis XIV chair. Floyd | Floyd | > | vaporware asks, "Is this Nord & Bert?" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "doldrums" | |||||
Floyd | You go there... Floyd | Floyd | Doldrums Floyd | Floyd | Go ahead, come on in and bore me. Floyd | Floyd | Walking into here is like driving across Nebraska. The place is neither Floyd | bright nor dim, neither cool nor warm, neither this way nor that way. Floyd | Even the air is unmoved by the experience of you entering the doldrums. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the room is a vast wasteland, which gradually blends Floyd | into a wide patch of long pale-green grass that spills over into Floyd | yawning chasms. Above the cliff hangs a shapeless cloud through which a Floyd | line of sheep are jumping, one after the next, in slow motion. Floyd | Floyd | All of the objects here have the aspect of salt-water taffy left out in Floyd | the sun too long. Cobwebs enshroud a clock that has long since clocked Floyd | out. Floyd | Floyd | One wall appears to have been recently painted pea green. The weak Floyd | smell of paint lingers in the air. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "adorn mantle" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "adorn."] Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "I don't really get this one" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "sleep" | |||||
Floyd | You're not tired. Floyd | Floyd | The paint on the wall continues to dry. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "count sheep" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "sheep."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "watch paint dry" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "dry."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "watch paint dry" | |||||
Floyd | The chasm yawns again. I've heard the word "watch" before. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "watch paint" | |||||
Floyd | The chasm yawns again. I've heard the word "watch" before. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "boring" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "boring."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| vaporware says (to Floyd), "yawn" | |||||
Floyd | You've already arrived. Floyd | Floyd | The grass here continues to grow. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "The idea of Doldrums, I believe is to never repeat a word. So it's very easy to goof up this section." | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "clock in" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Allen says, "erp" | ||||
| maga says (to Allen), "no, in the mid-00s" | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "wait" | |||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | The paint on the wall continues to dry. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x paint" | |||||
Floyd | The chasm yawns again. I've heard the word "paint" before. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "strip paint" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "strip."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "look" | |||||
Floyd | Doldrums Floyd | Floyd | Go ahead, come on in and bore me. Floyd | Floyd | Walking into here is like driving across Nebraska. The place is neither Floyd | bright nor dim, neither cool nor warm, neither this way nor that way. Floyd | Even the air is unmoved by the experience of you entering the doldrums. Floyd | Floyd | In the center of the room is a vast wasteland, which gradually blends Floyd | into a wide patch of long pale-green grass that spills over into Floyd | yawning chasms. Above the cliff hangs a shapeless cloud through which a Floyd | line of sheep are jumping, one after the next, in slow motion. Floyd | Floyd | All of the objects here have the aspect of salt-water taffy left out in Floyd | the sun too long. Cobwebs enshroud a clock that has long since clocked Floyd | out. Floyd | Floyd | One wall appears to have been recently painted pea green. The weak Floyd | smell of paint lingers in the air. Floyd | Floyd | The grass here continues to grow. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "sing" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "sing."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "take cobwebs" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "cobwebs."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "pick up all" | |||||
Floyd | clock: Taken. Floyd | winding key: You can't -- the winding key is an integral part of the Floyd | clock. Floyd | But the key can still be used. Floyd | paint: Never in a thousand years. Floyd | yawning chasms: Nice try. Floyd | grass: What a concept. Floyd | cloud: You've gotta be kidding. Floyd | vast wasteland: Never in a thousand years. Floyd | Floyd | The paint on the wall continues to dry. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "wind key" | |||||
Floyd | You wind the clock until the winding key stops. Floyd | Floyd | The clock continues sounding out a steady "Tick... tick... tick." If Floyd | you couldn't see it was the clock making the noise, it would sound Floyd | rather ominous. Floyd | Floyd | The grass here continues to grow. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "tock" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "tock."] Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "I suppose the winter of '04-05" | ||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "cut grass" | |||||
Floyd | [What do you want to cut the grass with?] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "jump in chasm" | |||||
Floyd | The chasm yawns again. I've heard the word "in" before. Floyd | Floyd | > | canadianpuzzler says, "uh-oh, you repeated a word." | ||||
| schep asks, "will this room reset if we leave and come back again, or would we need to BEGINNING?" | |||||
| DavidW says, "Every time you re-use a word, your command fails." | |||||
| schep says, "oh, we've repeated many many words" | |||||
| DavidW says, "I think we'd need to BEGINNING, but if you can leave the room, you ought to explore a bit." | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "kremlin" | |||||
Floyd | You go there... Floyd | Floyd | Kremlin Floyd | Floyd | "Tick... tick." I hear bomb ticking! Counter-Revolutionary spy! Hold on Floyd | to our sable hats. Oh, we can see is only inferior Capitalist clock. Floyd | Floyd | This room is painted entirely in bold, revolutionary red -- walls, Floyd | floor, and ceiling -- surrounding you symbolically with the Floyd | inescapability of the coming of the revolution. Floyd | Floyd | Presiding over the room, hanging from a high red wall, the portrait of Floyd | the Grandfather of the Revolution, Karl Marx, looks down with furrowed Floyd | brow upon your capitalist hide. Floyd | Floyd | The clock continues sounding out a steady "Tick... tick... tick." Floyd | Floyd | > | inuredbyheavyrain says, "Sorry, I never played this game before." | ||||
| schep says, "it's not a bad thing" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "worship marx" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "worship."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x marx" | |||||
Floyd | It looks like every other portrait of Karl Marx you've ever seen. Floyd | Floyd | The clock keeps ticking off the time. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look behind portrait" | |||||
Floyd | You can't reach the portrait of Karl Marx. Floyd | Floyd | The clock keeps ticking off the time. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "join glorious revolutionary party" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "join."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "buy portrait" | |||||
Floyd | That's not for sale. Floyd | Floyd | The clock continues sounding out a steady "Tick... tick... tick." Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "hm. Do we need something to stand on to reach it?" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "pharmacy" | |||||
Floyd | You go there... Floyd | Floyd | Pharmacy Floyd | Floyd | Aaah... Choo! Oh, of course, in you come tracking your germs. Floyd | Floyd | Sniff... sniff. Floyd | Floyd | You're standing upon a rubberized non-slip bathroom mat. Handrails, Floyd | installed here as an extra precaution, run along the walls. Floyd | Floyd | You look a little peaked to yourself, reflected in the mirror of the Floyd | medicine cabinet. Floyd | Floyd | A cardboard box, about one-foot square and empty of its value pack of Floyd | medicines, sits on the floor. Floyd | Floyd | The clock keeps ticking off the time. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x box" | |||||
Floyd | Inside the cardboard box you see nothing. Floyd | Floyd | The clock keeps ticking off the time. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get box" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | The clock keeps ticking off the time. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "undo."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "/undo" | |||||
Floyd | | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "stand on box" | |||||
Floyd | You're barking up the wrong tree. Floyd | Floyd | The clock keeps ticking off the time. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "pique interest" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "pique."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get box" | |||||
Floyd | You already have the cardboard box. Floyd | Floyd | The clock keeps ticking off the time. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x mirror" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "mirror."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Pharmacy Floyd | Floyd | Aaah... Choo! Oh, of course, in you come tracking your germs. Floyd | Floyd | Sniff... sniff. Floyd | Floyd | You're standing upon a rubberized non-slip bathroom mat. Handrails, Floyd | installed here as an extra precaution, run along the walls. Floyd | Floyd | You look a little peaked to yourself, reflected in the mirror of the Floyd | medicine cabinet. Floyd | Floyd | The clock gives off its last "tick" and stops. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "open cabinet" | |||||
Floyd | The cabinet creaks on its hinges, some would say from overuse. Floyd | Floyd | The cabinet is crowded to pharmaceutical proportions with a panoply of Floyd | pills, lozenges and elixirs -- hey, you can't be too careful, with Floyd | what's going around these days -- including some remedies for Floyd | afflictions that, yes, haven't even afflicted anyone yet. But it's Floyd | better to be safe than sorry. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "l under mat" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing noteworthy under the rubber mat. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "eat pills" | |||||
Floyd | That's pretty nutty. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "take pills" | |||||
Floyd | Oh, no, no, I couldn't survive without my medicines. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "carefully" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "carefully."] Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "where else? there's the Attic, I think" | ||||
| DavidW says, "yes" | |||||
| inky says, "yeah" | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "attic" | |||||
Floyd | You walk to the Interior Decorated, and from there walk down the Floyd | stairs... Floyd | Floyd | Attic Floyd | Floyd | The attic is where the oxymoron is rumored to have been locked up Floyd | recently for years and years. There doesn't seem to be even a shred of Floyd | hard evidence, though, for such a secret rumor. A funny thing though -- Floyd | the place is upside-down: You're standing on the ceiling with the floor Floyd | above as the roof over your head. Floyd | Floyd | A sturdy, rickety stairway leads up from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "turn case on its head" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "case."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x ceiling" | |||||
Floyd | It looks like every other ceiling you've ever seen. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "down" | |||||
Floyd | But the stairs lead up. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You have a cardboard box, a clock, a lace tablecloth and a multihued Floyd | textured pillow. Floyd | It seems that the clock contains a winding key. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "l in box" | |||||
Floyd | Inside the cardboard box you see nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "I don't get this whole section" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x oxymoron" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "oxymoron."] Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "yeah" | ||||
| inky says, "ok let's give up" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "put clock in box" | |||||
Floyd | Done. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "beginning" | |||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | You are surrounded by a swirling, blinding cloud. You feel your limbs Floyd | going relaxed and your eyelids are buffeted with sand from the cloud. Floyd | Floyd | Beginning Floyd | Floyd | You now have the opportunity to do one of the following: Floyd | Floyd | >Eat your Words Floyd | >Visit the Manor of Speaking Floyd | >Shake a Tower Floyd | >Meet the Mayor Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "turn key" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any key here! Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "As I recall, we need to move things around in the manor." | ||||
| inky says, "whoops, sorry" | |||||
| schep says, "so if we can't both watch the grass grow and watch the paint dry..." | |||||
| inky asks, "do you want to undo or restart the section or do something else?" | |||||
| schep asks, "wait for paint to dry maybe?" | |||||
| DavidW says, "Well, I don't quite remember what needs to be done." | |||||
| DavidW says, "I think we can get a chair from one room if we give it something else. And that'd let us reach the portrait in the Kremlin." | |||||
| DavidW says, "The clock obviously sounds like a bomb; that's gotta be relevant." | |||||
| schep says, "hm. if the clock were ticking and in a closed box, they wouldn't so easily figure it out." | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "visit manor" | |||||
Floyd | The sad truth here is that the Manor of Speaking once enjoyed the Floyd | reputation as one of THE finest guest houses in the entire region Floyd | around Punster. But queer indeed is the fate it has suffered. The Floyd | various rooms of the house are actually possessed by the warped Floyd | personalities of by-gone visitors. The experience of a present-day Floyd | guest to each of the rooms is colored very strongly by the thoughts and Floyd | indeed voice of each ghostly presence. Needless to say, vacancy rates Floyd | have gone through the roof. Which leads us to the crucial problem with Floyd | the Manor. Its attic, as you will notice, is radically out of joint, Floyd | situated BELOW the level of the first floor. It has been theorized that Floyd | if this misplacement could be dramatically rectified, the spirits Floyd | who've worn out their welcome might flee in horror. This is our hope, Floyd | may it be your quest. Floyd | Floyd | Attic Floyd | Floyd | The attic is where the oxymoron is rumored to have been locked up Floyd | recently for years and years. There doesn't seem to be even a shred of Floyd | hard evidence, though, for such a secret rumor. A funny thing though -- Floyd | the place is upside-down: You're standing on the ceiling with the floor Floyd | above as the roof over your head. Floyd | Floyd | A sturdy, rickety stairway leads up from here. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a multihued textured pillow, a lace tablecloth and a Floyd | cardboard box here. Floyd | It seems that the cardboard box contains a clock. Floyd | It seems that the clock contains a winding key. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "oo, recollected inventory" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "get all" | |||||
Floyd | multihued textured pillow: Taken. Floyd | lace tablecloth: Taken. Floyd | cardboard box: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "wind key" | |||||
Floyd | You wind the clock until the winding key stops. Floyd | Floyd | The clock continues sounding out a steady "Tick... tick... tick." Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "close box" | |||||
Floyd | Okay, the cardboard box is now closed. Floyd | Floyd | The clock keeps ticking off the time. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "kremlin" | |||||
Floyd | You walk up the stairs to the Interior Decorated and continue Floyd | walking... Floyd | Floyd | Kremlin Floyd | Floyd | "Tick... tick." I hear bomb ticking! Counter-Revolutionary spy! Hold on Floyd | to our sable hats. My sturdy walls tremble with xenophobia of Western Floyd | hegemony into Mother Country. Poor Marx is jolted and falls indignantly Floyd | to the floor, revealing some kind of safe on the red wall where he had Floyd | hung. Floyd | Floyd | This room is painted entirely in bold, revolutionary red -- walls, Floyd | floor, and ceiling -- surrounding you symbolically with the Floyd | inescapability of the coming of the revolution. Floyd | Floyd | There's a safe built into the wall where the picture once hung. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a portrait of Karl Marx here. Floyd | Floyd | The clock keeps ticking off the time. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x safe" | |||||
Floyd | In keeping with the spirit of international brotherhood and with the Floyd | lofty theme of the Lennon's song "Imagine," the safe is kept closed Floyd | only by a very simple universal lock, which can be opened by any kind Floyd | of key. Floyd | Floyd | The clock continues sounding out a steady "Tick... tick... tick." Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oho" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x pillow" | |||||
Floyd | The pillow, complementary to the Louis XIV, is multihued and textured, Floyd | displaying free-form squiggles, curlicues and brash brushstrokes with a Floyd | primitive look to them. Floyd | Floyd | The clock continues sounding out a steady "Tick... tick... tick." Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "open pillow" | |||||
Floyd | You can't open a multihued textured pillow! Floyd | Floyd | The clock continues sounding out a steady "Tick... tick... tick." Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get portrait" | |||||
Floyd | The hero has suffered indignity enough. Never he to be taken away as Floyd | capitalist booty! Floyd | Floyd | The clock keeps ticking off the time. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "open box" | |||||
Floyd | Opening the cardboard box reveals a clock. Floyd | It seems that the clock contains a winding key. Floyd | Floyd | The clock continues sounding out a steady "Tick... tick... tick." Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "get key" | |||||
Floyd | You can't -- the winding key is an integral part of the clock. Floyd | But the key can still be used. Floyd | Floyd | The clock continues sounding out a steady "Tick... tick... tick." Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "unlock safe with key" | |||||
Floyd | You can't reach the safe. Floyd | Floyd | The clock keeps ticking off the time. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We need a chair to stand on." | ||||
| schep says, "and I haven't a leg" | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "interior" | |||||
Floyd | You go there... Floyd | Floyd | Interior Decorated Floyd | Floyd | This room, with its modern sensibility yet also palpable feeling for Floyd | the ancien regime, is unique in its elegant reflection of a confident, Floyd | personal sense of style. The lines are lean and classic, the color is Floyd | rich and distinctive. Floyd | Floyd | The Louis XIV chair is plump, tufted, aristocratic -- it's styled with Floyd | equal splashes of rococo and baroque. The piece definitely has Floyd | charisma. Floyd | Floyd | Against the far wall is an heroically proportioned, Floyd | Mediterranean-crafted, intricately inlaid, Pre-Raphaelite limestone Floyd | mantelpiece, circa 1838. Floyd | Floyd | A marble staircase of grand proportions leads down. Floyd | Floyd | The clock gives off its last "tick" and stops. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get chair" | |||||
Floyd | This is not a rummage sale. No! I could never think of parting with Floyd | such a priceless antique. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| gjnave screams, "laters" at the top of his lungs. | |||||
| gjnave waves his arms, rolls a poor lore check, and then disappears - 'oh cra..' | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You have a cardboard box, a lace tablecloth and a multihued textured Floyd | pillow. Floyd | It seems that the cardboard box contains a clock. Floyd | It seems that the clock contains a winding key. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "put tablecloth on chair" | |||||
Floyd | Done. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get chair" | |||||
Floyd | This is not a rummage sale. No! I could never think of parting with Floyd | such a priceless antique. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get tablecloth" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "A tablecloth goes on a table, no?" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "stand on chair" | |||||
Floyd | You are now on the plump, tufted, aristocratic Louis XIV chair. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "well ok probably" | ||||
| inky asks, "have we seen a table?" | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "stand" | |||||
Floyd | You get out of the plump, tufted, aristocratic Louis XIV chair. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x carpet" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any carpet here. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I was out of the room when you guys started this section." | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "pharmacy" | |||||
Floyd | You go there... Floyd | Floyd | Pharmacy Floyd | Floyd | Aaah... Choo! Oh, of course, in you come tracking your germs. Floyd | Floyd | Sniff... sniff. Floyd | Floyd | You're standing upon a rubberized non-slip bathroom mat. Handrails, Floyd | installed here as an extra precaution, run along the walls. Floyd | Floyd | The open medicine cabinet is cram packed full of a variety of Floyd | medicines. Floyd | Floyd | It seems that the medicine cabinet contains an old bottle. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "hm. Something for the mantlepiece, I think. Is there a vase?" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "drop tablecloth" | |||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get bottle" | |||||
Floyd | You can go ahead and have that old thing anyway. It was here before I Floyd | moved in. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "get tablecloth" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x bottle" | |||||
Floyd | It's a small and delicately sculpted glass bottle, looking to be Floyd | hundreds of years old. The bottle is empty and has no lid. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "look undermat" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "undermat."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "look under mat" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing unusual under the rubber mat. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "yes, I think Interior might like the bottle" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "interior" | |||||
Floyd | You go there... Floyd | Floyd | Oh, my goodness, that's a rare antique bottle you're holding. Very Floyd | impressive indeed. Floyd | Floyd | Interior Decorated Floyd | Floyd | This room, with its modern sensibility yet also palpable feeling for Floyd | the ancien regime, is unique in its elegant reflection of a confident, Floyd | personal sense of style. The lines are lean and classic, the color is Floyd | rich and distinctive. Floyd | Floyd | The Louis XIV chair is plump, tufted, aristocratic -- it's styled with Floyd | equal splashes of rococo and baroque. The piece definitely has Floyd | charisma. Floyd | Floyd | Against the far wall is an heroically proportioned, Floyd | Mediterranean-crafted, intricately inlaid, Pre-Raphaelite limestone Floyd | mantelpiece, circa 1838. Floyd | Floyd | A marble staircase of grand proportions leads down. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "put bottle on mantle" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "mantle."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "put bottle on mantel" | |||||
Floyd | Umm... Do you really think it makes the right statement there? Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "yes" | |||||
Floyd | Mmmmm. You know I really think you might be right. Yes, yes, the Floyd | cherished memento look. Floyd | Floyd | You carefully place the antique bottle upon the mantel. Floyd | Floyd | Yes, heavens yes, it really SAYS something there. Oh, such a prized Floyd | antique, what could I EVER give you in return? Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "ha ha" | ||||
| DavidW says, "The chair!" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get chair" | |||||
Floyd | GIVE the plump, tufted, aristocratic Louis XIV chair to you -- never! Floyd | Well, yes, you may borrow it. I don't even want to KNOW what you're Floyd | going to use it for. Floyd | Floyd | It's too heavy, considering your current load. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "bwa ha weight limit" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "drop box" | |||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "get chair" | |||||
Floyd | It's too heavy, considering your current load. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You have a lace tablecloth and a multihued textured pillow. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "drop all" | |||||
Floyd | lace tablecloth: Dropped. Floyd | multihued textured pillow: Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "get chair" | |||||
Floyd | Go ahead, but I can't bear to look. [With the proper reverence, you Floyd | make a courtly bow in front of the priceless antique as you pick it Floyd | up.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "kremlin" | |||||
Floyd | You go there... Floyd | Floyd | Kremlin Floyd | Floyd | "Fellow traveller, welcome." Floyd | Floyd | This room is painted entirely in bold, revolutionary red -- walls, Floyd | floor, and ceiling -- surrounding you symbolically with the Floyd | inescapability of the coming of the revolution. Floyd | Floyd | There's a safe built into the wall where the picture once hung. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a portrait of Karl Marx here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "drop chair" | |||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "interior" | |||||
Floyd | You go there... Floyd | Floyd | Interior Decorated Floyd | Floyd | This room, with its modern sensibility yet also palpable feeling for Floyd | the ancien regime, is unique in its elegant reflection of a confident, Floyd | personal sense of style. The lines are lean and classic, the color is Floyd | rich and distinctive. Floyd | Floyd | Against the far wall is an heroically proportioned, Floyd | Mediterranean-crafted, intricately inlaid, Pre-Raphaelite limestone Floyd | mantelpiece, circa 1838. Resting on the mantel: an old bottle. Floyd | Floyd | A marble staircase of grand proportions leads down. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a multihued textured pillow, a lace tablecloth and a Floyd | cardboard box here. Floyd | It seems that the cardboard box contains a clock. Floyd | It seems that the clock contains a winding key. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "get all" | |||||
Floyd | multihued textured pillow: Taken. Floyd | lace tablecloth: Taken. Floyd | cardboard box: Taken. Floyd | old bottle: Hands off, Indian giver! That antique bottle is mine now. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "ha" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "kremlin" | |||||
Floyd | You go there... Floyd | Floyd | Kremlin Floyd | Floyd | "Fellow traveller, welcome." Floyd | Floyd | This room is painted entirely in bold, revolutionary red -- walls, Floyd | floor, and ceiling -- surrounding you symbolically with the Floyd | inescapability of the coming of the revolution. Floyd | Floyd | There's a safe built into the wall where the picture once hung. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a plump, tufted, aristocratic Louis XIV chair and a Floyd | portrait of Karl Marx here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "stand on chair" | |||||
Floyd | You are now on the plump, tufted, aristocratic Louis XIV chair. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "unlock safe with key" | |||||
Floyd | By inserting the clock key into the safe and turning, the safe is Floyd | unlocked. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "open safe" | |||||
Floyd | Opening the safe reveals a revolution. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "well you know" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "know."] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh, I know what could use a revolution." | ||||
| inky says, "nice" | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get revolution" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "televise it" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "televise."] Floyd | Floyd | > | Allen asks, "another north african country?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "Something in the manor, I mean." | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "revolt against narrator" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "revolt."] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "May I, then?" | ||||
| inky says, "please" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "attic" | |||||
Floyd | You're not going anywhere until you get out of the plump, tufted, Floyd | aristocratic Louis XIV chair. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "read revolution" | |||||
Floyd | It reads, "When you really need to turn around a situation, go ahead Floyd | and revolve it." Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stand" | |||||
Floyd | You get out of the plump, tufted, aristocratic Louis XIV chair. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "attic" | |||||
Floyd | You walk to the Interior Decorated, and from there walk down the Floyd | stairs... Floyd | Floyd | Attic Floyd | Floyd | The attic is where the oxymoron is rumored to have been locked up Floyd | recently for years and years. There doesn't seem to be even a shred of Floyd | hard evidence, though, for such a secret rumor. A funny thing though -- Floyd | the place is upside-down: You're standing on the ceiling with the floor Floyd | above as the roof over your head. Floyd | Floyd | A sturdy, rickety stairway leads up from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "revolve attic" | |||||
Floyd | You get that long, drawn-out sudden feeling of movement in the pit of Floyd | your stomach as the attic begins tilting straight up to one side, and Floyd | it continues tilting until you're in a figurative sense literally Floyd | climbing the walls and fall... Floyd | Floyd | "CRUNCH!" Your shoulders slam softly against the hardwood floor. Wobbly Floyd | but with steadiness, you regain your feet. Wait! You can hear the Floyd | screeching voices of disembodied spirits converge in a fright and then Floyd | around the entrance to the manor, and then grow faint in the distance. Floyd | Floyd | Congratulations. Having rid the manor of its unwanted, if spirited, Floyd | visitors you thereby, in the eyes of the Citizens' Action Committee, Floyd | earn the title of Honored Guest. Floyd | Floyd | Beginning Floyd | Floyd | You now have the opportunity to do one of the following: Floyd | Floyd | >Eat your Words Floyd | >Shake a Tower Floyd | >Meet the Mayor Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "revolve manor" | |||||
Floyd | There's no time to dawdle. You must do one of the following: Floyd | Floyd | >Eat your Words Floyd | >Shake a Tower Floyd | >Meet the Mayor Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "bwuh" | ||||
| schep says, "huh" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "cf7" | |||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Save, completed. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "that section was mostly red herrings" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Jack score: 11 of 11 Floyd | Bizarre score: 22 of 22 Floyd | Tower score: 25 of 26 Floyd | Manor score: 7 of 7 Floyd | Theatrical score: 10 of 10 Floyd | Farm score: 19 of 19 Floyd | Floyd | > | schep asks, "Eat Words?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "yeah" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "eat words" | |||||
Floyd | Indeed, eat your words. So widespread has this language virus become in Floyd | the Town of Punster, that the simple act of going out for a bite to eat Floyd | turns into a whole new adventure of its own. Enjoy. Floyd | Floyd | First, you arrive in front of a large, two-story Teapot with wisps of Floyd | smoke drifting out of its spout. As you walk inside you're nearly Floyd | broadsided by a waitress who's all in a rush, which seems odd since you Floyd | see no one else in the restaurant. Nevertheless, the waitress does not Floyd | smile and say hello, does not introduce herself as Jenny, does not even Floyd | acknowledge your existence with a tip of her headband. Floyd | Floyd | First floor Floyd | Floyd | You are on the first floor of The Teapot Cafe, standing next to your Floyd | table under the shadowy umbrage of the second floor balcony, which can Floyd | be reached by a stairway that is marked with a blue neon sign. Floyd | Floyd | Your table is only partially covered by a skimpy little tablecloth. Floyd | Floyd | A red velvet curtain appears to mark the entrance to the kitchen. Floyd | Floyd | A waitress here is trying to look busy. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "This one's like the farm. Proverbs and sayings." | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "hit on waitress" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "order" | |||||
Floyd | [What do you want to order?] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "food" | |||||
Floyd | [You'll have to be more specific.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "cut out of whole cloth" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "whole."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x sign" | |||||
Floyd | Next to the stairway, glowing blue neon letters read "Comeuppance." Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "get sign" | |||||
Floyd | The waitress, though busy scurrying around and up and down, would be Floyd | able to observe such a flagrant violation upon the premises. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "get sidn" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "sidn."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get your comeuppance" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any your comeuppance here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| vaporware disappears through an invisible gap in the MUD. You think you may have heard the sounds of chatting before the gap closed again. | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get comeuppance" | |||||
Floyd | The waitress, though busy scurrying around and up and down, would be Floyd | able to observe such a flagrant violation upon the premises. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "order burger" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "burger."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "x waitress" | |||||
Floyd | She is a hatchet-faced young woman, with a spiked purple mohawk and a Floyd | pink woolen headband worn low on her forehead. A stray wood chip, Floyd | apparently having been picked up from the kitchen, sits upon her Floyd | shoulder, which is otherwise sprinkled amply with dandruff, or dander. Floyd | Floyd | She eyes you suspiciously for a moment, as if you've done wrong. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "take chip on shoulder" | |||||
Floyd | There's another turn down the drain. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "take chip off shoulder" | |||||
Floyd | Why bother? Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "knock chip off her shoulder" | |||||
Floyd | "Come on, knock it off!" the waitress says defiantly, and the chip goes Floyd | flying off into the air. She ducks out for a few seconds and returns to Floyd | hurriedly set your table with something strange and crude for an eating Floyd | instrument, a hatchet. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "knock chip off shoulder" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any chip here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "raise dander" | |||||
Floyd | The waitress shrugs her shoulders in contempt of your pestering, and Floyd | sure enough her dander is raised. Becoming agitated at your behavior, Floyd | she disappears for a few moments, and comes back to serve you some pie Floyd | by setting it on the table. Floyd | Floyd | The waitress continues on, calculating her tips for the day. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "bury the hatchet" | |||||
Floyd | You're not holding the hatchet. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pie" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing eye-catching about humble pie. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "eat humble pie" | |||||
Floyd | As gingerly as possible, nibbling around the edges and taking smallish Floyd | guilty bites out of the pie, and chewing slowly and thoughtfully with Floyd | wide eyes to prolong the expression of your humility, you gradually Floyd | consume the pie until it is all gone. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "eat crow" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any crow here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get hatchet" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "bury it" | |||||
Floyd | Into whom do you want to bury the hatchet? Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | First floor Floyd | Floyd | You are on the first floor of The Teapot Cafe, standing next to your Floyd | table under the shadowy umbrage of the second floor balcony, which can Floyd | be reached by a stairway that is marked with a blue neon sign. Floyd | Floyd | Your table is only partially covered by a skimpy little tablecloth. Floyd | Floyd | A red velvet curtain appears to mark the entrance to the kitchen. Floyd | Floyd | A waitress here is trying to look busy. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "bury the hatchet" | |||||
Floyd | Into whom do you want to bury the hatchet? Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x curtain" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing eye-catching about the red velvet curtain. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "open kitchen" | |||||
Floyd | You can't open a restaurant! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "open curtain" | |||||
Floyd | As you head toward the kitchen, the waitress heads you off at the pass. Floyd | You don't have nearly enough gall to storm into the kitchen, but you're Floyd | getting there. Floyd | Floyd | > | Allen says, "but it's my dream to run a small cafe!" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "bury hatchet in waitress" | |||||
Floyd | The waitress firmly grips your forearm in defense of her mohawk. "Come Floyd | on now, enough of this hair-splitting, I'll get to you, just as soon as Floyd | I can." Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x waitress" | |||||
Floyd | She is a hatchet-faced young woman, with a spiked purple mohawk and a Floyd | pink woolen headband worn low on her forehead. You've knocked the chip Floyd | off her shoulder. You've done your darndest to raise her dander. Floyd | Floyd | She eyes you suspiciously for a moment, as if you've done wrong. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x headband" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing special about the wool. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pull wool over her eyes" | |||||
Floyd | The headband slips lower upon the waitress's forehead, narrowing her Floyd | vision to table-level and below. Floyd | The waitress steps away from you, performing a quick set of high-impact Floyd | aerobics. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x mohawk" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "mohawk."] Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "ah, right" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tablecloth" | |||||
Floyd | From the looks of it, you've been given the short shrift, this shrunken Floyd | little tablecloth that's hardly big enough to cover a table. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "get sign" | |||||
Floyd | Having pulled the wool over the waitress's eyes, you snatch the neon Floyd | sign, which glows warm in your hands. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "give her comeuppance" | |||||
Floyd | [to the waitress] Floyd | The fuzzily glowing neon goes well with her dime-store face. Her eyes Floyd | pick up the glow, and she storms away. She charges back into the Floyd | kitchen, and brings to your table some strange meat that she briefly Floyd | describes as being "collective of lions." Strange indeed. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky asks, "hey, this is a repeat from, uh, sorcerer?" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x meat" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing special about the collective of lions' meat. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "give pride to waitress" | |||||
Floyd | That's easy for you to say since you don't even have the collective of Floyd | lions' meat. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get pride" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "give pride to waitress" | |||||
Floyd | Briskly, the waitress refuses your offer. Floyd | Floyd | > | vimes says, "no, you *swallow* pride" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "swallow pride" | |||||
Floyd | It's hard to swallow, but with determination and several long, Adam's Floyd | apple-jacking gulps, you manage to do it. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "oh yeah" | ||||
| DavidW says, "ah" | |||||
| DavidW says, "Couldn't think of that one." | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "enter kitchen" | |||||
Floyd | As you head toward the kitchen, the waitress heads you off at the pass. Floyd | But you're on the right track. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | First floor Floyd | Floyd | You are on the first floor of The Teapot Cafe, standing next to your Floyd | table under the shadowy umbrage of the second floor balcony, which can Floyd | be reached by a stairway. Floyd | Floyd | Your table is only partially covered by a skimpy little tablecloth. Floyd | Floyd | A red velvet curtain appears to mark the entrance to the kitchen. Floyd | Floyd | A waitress here is trying to look busy. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "look under table" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing special under your table. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "up" | |||||
Floyd | Second floor Floyd | Floyd | This is the second floor of The Teapot Cafe. You're standing below a Floyd | low-slung ceiling, upon a carpet, next to an official-looking sign on Floyd | the wall. Across from you, built into a stone wall, lies a large Floyd | open-air hearth which is filled with smoldering coals. Floyd | Floyd | Some food has been left here, no doubt by some impatient patrons of the Floyd | cafe. Floyd | Floyd | Leaning against the stone wall is a rake. Floyd | Floyd | A decorative olive tree stands in the shadowy corner. Floyd | Floyd | The waitress stalks after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | vimes says, "as Eve Six sings, [he] would swallow [his] pride, [he] would choke on the rinds, et cetera" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get rake" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x rake" | |||||
Floyd | It looks like every other rake you've ever seen. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get rake" | |||||
Floyd | You already have the rake. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "rake coals" | |||||
Floyd | There's no utility in doing that. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "rake waitress over coals" | |||||
Floyd | Not a bad idea, since the waitress looked so much in need of a rake Floyd | over. Of course, this only ends up in fanning the flames, and scorched | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "rake ashes" | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x tree" | |||||
Floyd | by your harshness, she stalks off. Floyd | The waitress resumes her duties, which seem to include clearing plates Floyd | with her bristly hair. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | [I don't know the word "ashes."] Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | There's one branch loose. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "ah, there" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Second floor Floyd | Floyd | This is the second floor of The Teapot Cafe. You're standing below a Floyd | low-slung ceiling, upon a carpet, next to an official-looking sign on Floyd | the wall. Across from you, built into a stone wall, lies a large Floyd | open-air hearth which is filled with smoldering coals. Floyd | Floyd | Some food has been left here, no doubt by some impatient patrons of the Floyd | cafe. Floyd | Floyd | A waitress here is trying to look busy. Floyd | Floyd | A decorative olive tree stands in the shadowy corner. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get branch" | |||||
Floyd | "Snap!" The branch comes off in your hands. Floyd | | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get branch" | |||||
Floyd | > Floyd | What a concept. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "offer olive branch" | |||||
Floyd | [to the waitress] Floyd | She accepts the peace offering, leaves, then comes back. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Jack score: 11 of 11 Floyd | Bizarre score: 22 of 22 Floyd | Tower score: 25 of 26 Floyd | Manor score: 7 of 7 Floyd | Theatrical score: 10 of 10 Floyd | Farm score: 19 of 19 Floyd | Teapot score: 8 of 31 Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x wall" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing eye-catching about the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x food" | |||||
Floyd | They're just desserts. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get just desserts" | |||||
Floyd | You get your just desserts. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "give just desserts" | |||||
Floyd | [to the waitress] Floyd | At first, the waitress perks up, no doubt expecting a large tip. But Floyd | when she gets the meanness of your offering, her face sours. She Floyd | leaves, comes back and closes your hand gently around a fortune cookie Floyd | along with a salt shaker. Floyd | Floyd | The waitress stomps away in a huff and begins taking a standing coffee Floyd | break. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "take fortune with a grain of salt" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any fortune here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shake shaker" | |||||
Floyd | Just one grain of salt spills out of the shaker onto the floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "take cookie with a grain of salt" | |||||
Floyd | Taking the fortune cookie lightly is par for the course, but it doesn't Floyd | seem to affect the grain of salt one iota. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open cookie" | |||||
Floyd | Crumbs from the cookie drift away upon a pungent smelling wind from the Floyd | kitchen. That's the way the cookie crumbles. However, you are left with Floyd | a piece of advice. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "take advice with a grain of salt" | |||||
Floyd | You read the advice in a loud voice with much sarcasm, taking it so Floyd | lightly that the slip of paper almosts drifts up into the air. The Floyd | waitress seems snubbed that you don't seem to be taking the advice to Floyd | heart. She flies the coop for a minute and comes back with a charred, Floyd | dark-feathered bird which she puts in your arms. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Here's the crow." | ||||
| inky says, "YOU MUST EAT IT" | |||||
| DavidW asks, "Who wanted to eat crow?" | |||||
| schep asks, "who was that?" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x crow" | |||||
Floyd | It looks like every other crow you've ever seen. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "eat crow" | |||||
Floyd | You take a squeamish bite of it and chew slowly, finding the Floyd | consistency to be NITTY-GRITTY. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get to the nitty-gritty" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "don't sweat the nitty-gritty" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "sweat."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get down to the nitty-gritty" | |||||
Floyd | You do your best... but the attempt falls on the waitress's deaf ears. Floyd | She makes a brief exit, and a briefer entrance to drop a white cloth Floyd | napkin into your arms. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "wave white flag" | |||||
Floyd | With your shoulders scrunched together so as not to presume to take up Floyd | much room in the Teapot Cafe, and with a sheepish look on your face, Floyd | you wave the little white napkin, looking side to side to see if it's Floyd | having any effect at all. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x napkin" | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing eye-catching about the white cloth napkin. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | Second floor Floyd | Floyd | This is the second floor of The Teapot Cafe. You're standing below a Floyd | low-slung ceiling, upon a carpet, next to an official-looking sign on Floyd | the wall. Across from you, built into a stone wall, lies a large Floyd | open-air hearth which is filled with smoldering coals. Floyd | Floyd | A waitress here is trying to look busy. Floyd | Floyd | A decorative olive tree stands in the shadowy corner. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a grain of salt here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get salt" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "throw salt over shoulder" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x sign" | |||||
Floyd | "It is unlawful for this room to be occupied by more than 350 angry Floyd | persons. Floyd | -- Section 204D, paragraph 7-6, The Riot Act" Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "read waitress the riot act" | |||||
Floyd | "How sweet," thinks the waitress. "I haven't been read to since I was a Floyd | child, before going to sleep." But when she suddenly realizes it's Floyd | bedtime for Bonzo, her face reddens. She exits, then comes back and Floyd | slips a rump roast to you. Floyd | Floyd | The waitress continues on, munching on some pilfered salad makings. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "call waitress on carpet" | |||||
Floyd | Bristling at your presumption of authority, the waitress stops in front Floyd | of you for one brief moment. Then before you can open your mouth, she Floyd | turns and leaves. She pretends not to be bothered, but you observe that Floyd | she's reaching her boiling point, being driven into a tizzy as she Floyd | walks in circles. Her dander is jumping up from her shoulders as she Floyd | storms away, and the distant sound of a teapot whistling can be heard. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x roast" | |||||
Floyd | It's primarily in two parts, one half charred, the other cheek merely Floyd | well-done. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "ha ha" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn other cheek" | |||||
Floyd | You mull over the food in front of you, with many thoughts. As you turn Floyd | the other cheek, however noble your intention, the waitress still Floyd | ignores you. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "roast waitress" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Bizarre score: 22 of 22 Floyd | Tower score: 25 of 26 Floyd | Manor score: 7 of 7 Floyd | Theatrical score: 10 of 10 Floyd | Farm score: 19 of 19 Floyd | Teapot score: 15 of 31 Floyd | Jack score: 11 of 11 Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "enter kitchen" | |||||
Floyd | You can't get there from here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "d" | |||||
Floyd | First floor Floyd | Floyd | You are on the first floor of The Teapot Cafe, standing next to your Floyd | table under the shadowy umbrage of the second floor balcony, which can Floyd | be reached by a stairway. Floyd | Floyd | Your table is only partially covered by a skimpy little tablecloth. Floyd | Floyd | A red velvet curtain appears to mark the entrance to the kitchen. Floyd | Floyd | The waitress stalks after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "enter kitchen" | |||||
Floyd | You're drawn toward the kitchen amid the fast-paced, dramatic sounds of Floyd | a big-band era orchestra -- matador music. As you make your entrance, Floyd | the red velvet curtain, now appearing like a cape, comes off into your Floyd | hands. Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Floyd | The dominating feature of the kitchen is the cook, who is dwarfish in Floyd | dimension but gigantic in size. Floyd | Floyd | You can immediately see there's a lot of bad blood between you and him. Floyd | Floyd | But he's getting all worked up over the meal he's preparing and doesn't Floyd | take notice of you. He is utterly beside himself, which takes up most Floyd | of the floor space of the kitchen. The ruffled fur is flying, plumes of Floyd | sifted flour are exploding, the briny sweat is raining through the Floyd | steamy air, as the cook wreaks havoc while whipping something together. Floyd | Floyd | The kitchen is equipped with, among other crude devices, a grindstone. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky asks, "wait, another nose to grindstone?" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "put nose to grindstone" | |||||
Floyd | Okay. Fine. You resolve to work harder. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I guess." | ||||
| Allen asks, "who wrote this game?" | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "about" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "entitle him to the sweat of his brow" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "entitle."] Floyd | Floyd | > | Allen asks, "was it one person or more hthan one?" | ||||
| inky says, "er, I guess version won't say" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "give him the sweat of his brow" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "sweat."] Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "says Jeff O'Neill" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x devices" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing unusual about his own devices. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "grind axe" | |||||
Floyd | After all you've been through, you believe you have a legitimate axe to Floyd | grind, and you do so, with relish. The blade of the axe twinkles with Floyd | razor sharpness. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "leave chef to his own devices" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "chef."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "leave cook to his own devices" | |||||
Floyd | Good idea, but he isn't too involved with his own devices at the Floyd | moment. | inky says, "but I can believe it's the sort of deal where multiple people contributed" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "get steamed" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "steamed."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "let off some steam" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "steam."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Floyd | The dominating feature of the kitchen is the cook, who is dwarfish in Floyd | dimension but gigantic in size. Floyd | Floyd | You can immediately see there's a lot of bad blood between you and him. Floyd | Floyd | But he's getting all worked up over the meal he's preparing and doesn't Floyd | take notice of you. He is utterly beside himself, which takes up most Floyd | of the floor space of the kitchen. The ruffled fur is flying, plumes of Floyd | sifted flour are exploding, the briny sweat is raining through the Floyd | steamy air, as the cook wreaks havoc while whipping something together. Floyd | Floyd | The kitchen is equipped with, among other crude devices, a grindstone. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x blood" | |||||
Floyd | It looks like every other bad blood you've ever seen. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wipe up bad blood" | |||||
Floyd | Down on your hands and knees, you remove the bad blood by using the Floyd | cape, which turns a deeper shade of red. Floyd | Floyd | You shuffle toward him for a closer view, and for a moment you're Floyd | standing toe to toe, but you don't see eye to eye. His nose is out of Floyd | joint, which explains why he's cutting it off to spite his face. (He Floyd | flings it into his concoction.) You can hear the volcanic roar of Floyd | bitter bile in his throat, which is making him hot under the collar, Floyd | and causing smoke to pour out of his ears. Floyd | Floyd | The cook glares for moment at his recipe card, and apparently you're Floyd | not on it, because he turns back in front of a large bowl and resumes Floyd | madly throwing ingredients together. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "let the fur fly" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "fly."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x bowl" | |||||
Floyd | The slimy admixture of entrails, small winged insects and the Floyd | occasional fleshy ear, churns thickly within the pot... Floyd | Floyd | Just now, two of the cook's pet peeves wander up to him, and add to the Floyd | confusion by begging loudly for scraps -- the goat bleating, and the Floyd | goose honking. Floyd | Floyd | The cook comes across a labeled can, picks it up, and continues Floyd | scouring the kitchen for the right ingredients. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x card" | |||||
Floyd | Though the card is splattered with food, you can see the name of the Floyd | concoction is "Brew-hah-hah." Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get his goat" | |||||
Floyd | The cook's goat, its hooves clanking awkwardly on the kitchen floor, is Floyd | nevertheless gotten. The cook, being steamed up, breaks your grip on Floyd | the goat, which bleats a hasty retreat. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cook his goose" | |||||
Floyd | A burst of grease and flames spit up from the stunned bird, and the Floyd | cook himself emotionally melts as his goose is cooked. (So it's safer Floyd | to cook the goose than to goose the cook.) Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "excellent" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "goose cook" | |||||
Floyd | No. Just flatly no. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "grease the wheels" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "grease."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read recipe" | |||||
Floyd | [There seems to be a noun missing in that sentence.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "turn up the heat" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read recipe card" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "heat."] Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | Though the card is splattered with food, you can see the name of the Floyd | concoction is "Brew-hah-hah." Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Floyd | The dominating feature of the kitchen is the cook, who is dwarfish in Floyd | dimension but gigantic in size. Floyd | Floyd | But he's getting all worked up over the meal he's preparing and doesn't Floyd | take notice of you. He is utterly beside himself, which takes up most Floyd | of the floor space of the kitchen. The ruffled fur is flying, plumes of Floyd | sifted flour are exploding, the briny sweat is raining through the Floyd | steamy air, as the cook wreaks havoc while whipping something together. Floyd | Floyd | The kitchen is equipped with, among other crude devices, a grindstone. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "make bruhaha" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "bruhaha."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put cook together" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "make the broth of the boy" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "broth."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "brew trouble" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "brew."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x flour" | |||||
Floyd | It looks like every other god-awful mess you've ever seen. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "whip up a storm" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "whip."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You're cross-eyed with anger, which means a jaundiced eye points this Floyd | way, and an evil eye points that way. You can trace a strong burning Floyd | sensation to the area of your spleen. Floyd | Floyd | You have a red velvet curtain, a rump roast, a grain of salt, a white Floyd | cloth napkin, nitty-gritty crow, advice, a salt shaker, a rake and a Floyd | hatchet. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "make brew-ha-ha" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "brew-ha-ha."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "cook up a storm" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "storm."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "bury hatchet in cook" | |||||
Floyd | The pun is mightier than the sword. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "give evil eye to chef" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "chef."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "vent spleen" | |||||
Floyd | [on the cook] Floyd | The pun is mightier than the sword. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "give evil eye to man" | |||||
Floyd | Such a glare couldn't melt butter in this joint. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "perhaps those are for the waitress" | ||||
| vimes says (to Floyd), "grind axe" | |||||
Floyd | You already have. Floyd | Floyd | > | vimes says, "oh, i missed that we did that already" | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "take cooking with a grain of salt" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "cooking."] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "can we return to the waitress for a few turns?" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "out" | |||||
Floyd | First floor Floyd | Floyd | You are on the first floor of The Teapot Cafe, standing next to your Floyd | table under the shadowy umbrage of the second floor balcony, which can Floyd | be reached by a stairway. Floyd | Floyd | Your table is only partially covered by a skimpy little tablecloth. Floyd | Floyd | A waitress here is trying to look busy. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "out" | |||||
Floyd | [Refer to the top of the screen to find out where you can go.] Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "er" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "give waitress the evil eye" | |||||
Floyd | You give her the evil eye, which is not as painful as you might have Floyd | expected, and in fact brings you a good deal of satisfaction. As for Floyd | the waitress, she seems ruffled, but continues about her business. Floyd | The waitress steps away from you, fingering her neck nervously. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "make a hatchet job" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "job."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "vent spleen on waitress" | |||||
Floyd | On a gut feeling, you let it all hang out, which brings you a general Floyd | feeling of well-being. It seems to have struck a nerve in the waitress Floyd | too, since she takes a rare glance in your direction. "Well, if you've Floyd | really reached the boiling point," shouts the waitress, "why don't you Floyd | take it up with the cook!" Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn a jaundiced eye on waitress" | |||||
Floyd | Imposterous! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x me" | |||||
Floyd | You're bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You're cross-eyed with anger, which means a jaundiced eye points this Floyd | way, and an evil eye points that way. But you feel some justification Floyd | in having vented your spleen. You have a red velvet curtain, a rump Floyd | roast, a grain of salt, a white cloth napkin, nitty-gritty crow, Floyd | advice, a salt shaker, a rake and a hatchet. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "give advice to waitress" | |||||
Floyd | Briskly, the waitress refuses your offer. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Tower score: 25 of 26 Floyd | Manor score: 7 of 7 Floyd | Theatrical score: 10 of 10 Floyd | Farm score: 19 of 19 Floyd | Teapot score: 21 of 31 Floyd | Jack score: 11 of 11 Floyd | Bizarre score: 22 of 22 Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I'm not sure the jaundiced eye one worked or not." | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "drape waitress in velvet" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "drape."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x velvet lining" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "lining."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "look at waitress with jaundiced eye" | |||||
Floyd | Under your nasty gaze, the waitress seems momentarily self-conscious, Floyd | then hurriedly continues on with her work. Floyd | The waitress resumes her duties, which seem to include calculating her Floyd | tips for the day. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "show waitress the nitty-gritty" | |||||
Floyd | It doesn't look like the waitress is interested. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says (to inky), "ah. thanks." | ||||
| canadianpuzzler asks, "is the balcony an actual location here?" | |||||
| schep says, "yes. up." | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "kitchen" | |||||
Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Floyd | The dominating feature of the kitchen is the cook, who is dwarfish in Floyd | dimension but gigantic in size. Floyd | Floyd | But he's getting all worked up over the meal he's preparing and doesn't Floyd | take notice of you. He is utterly beside himself, which takes up most Floyd | of the floor space of the kitchen. The ruffled fur is flying, plumes of Floyd | sifted flour are exploding, the briny sweat is raining through the Floyd | steamy air, as the cook wreaks havoc while whipping something together. Floyd | Floyd | The kitchen is equipped with, among other crude devices, a grindstone. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "give advice to chef" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "chef."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "give advice to man" | |||||
Floyd | Briskly, the cook refuses your offer. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x devices" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing eye-catching about his own devices. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cook" | |||||
Floyd | The cook appears to be a big man with a short fuse. His hulking figure Floyd | is covered with prickly five-and-ten o'clock shadows of hair stubble. Floyd | Blubbery hammocks of basting bicep hang from each upper arm, and swing Floyd | heavily through the air, following the cook's mammoth frenzy of food Floyd | preparation. Floyd | It seems that the cook has nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "pour salt on wounds" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "wounds."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x flour" | |||||
Floyd | It looks like every other god-awful mess you've ever seen. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "clean up mess" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "mess."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x sweat" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "sweat."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x air" | |||||
Floyd | [You used the word "air" in a way that I don't understand.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "rub salt on cook" | |||||
Floyd | Touching the cook has no desirable effect. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take fuse" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "fuse."] Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "hmm" | ||||
| inky says, "I can't really tell the deal here" | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "show red flag to cook" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any red flag here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You're cross-eyed with anger, which means a jaundiced eye points this Floyd | way, and an evil eye points that way. But you feel some justification Floyd | in having vented your spleen. You have a red velvet curtain, a rump Floyd | roast, a grain of salt, a white cloth napkin, nitty-gritty crow, Floyd | advice, a salt shaker, a rake and a hatchet. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Take bull by the horns" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take bull by the horns" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "bull."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x curtain" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing eye-catching about the red velvet curtain. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "x cook" | |||||
Floyd | The cook appears to be a big man with a short fuse. His hulking figure Floyd | is covered with prickly five-and-ten o'clock shadows of hair stubble. Floyd | Blubbery hammocks of basting bicep hang from each upper arm, and swing Floyd | heavily through the air, following the cook's mammoth frenzy of food Floyd | preparation. Floyd | It seems that the cook has nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "roast cook" | |||||
Floyd | Too many cooks spoil the broth. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hm. The red curtain makes me think 'bull'." | ||||
| inky says, "yeah" | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Floyd | The dominating feature of the kitchen is the cook, who is dwarfish in Floyd | dimension but gigantic in size. Floyd | Floyd | But he's getting all worked up over the meal he's preparing and doesn't Floyd | take notice of you. He is utterly beside himself, which takes up most Floyd | of the floor space of the kitchen. The ruffled fur is flying, plumes of Floyd | sifted flour are exploding, the briny sweat is raining through the Floyd | steamy air, as the cook wreaks havoc while whipping something together. Floyd | Floyd | The kitchen is equipped with, among other crude devices, a grindstone. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "wave curtain" | |||||
Floyd | Bravo! Ole! Bravo! You wave the cape, and now you've got the cook Floyd | seeing red. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Manor score: 7 of 7 Floyd | Theatrical score: 10 of 10 Floyd | Farm score: 19 of 19 Floyd | Teapot score: 23 of 31 Floyd | Jack score: 11 of 11 Floyd | Bizarre score: 22 of 22 Floyd | Tower score: 25 of 26 Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says (to schep), "ah" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "sooth ruffled fur" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "sooth."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "soothe ruffled fur" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "soothe."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ruffle feathers" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "ruffle."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Floyd | The dominating feature of the kitchen is the cook, who is dwarfish in Floyd | dimension but gigantic in size. Floyd | Floyd | But he's getting all worked up over the meal he's preparing and doesn't Floyd | take notice of you. He is utterly beside himself, which takes up most Floyd | of the floor space of the kitchen. The ruffled fur is flying, plumes of Floyd | sifted flour are exploding, the briny sweat is raining through the Floyd | steamy air, as the cook wreaks havoc while whipping something together. Floyd | Floyd | The kitchen is equipped with, among other crude devices, a grindstone. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "give advice to cook" | |||||
Floyd | Briskly, the cook refuses your offer. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x meal" | |||||
Floyd | The slimy admixture of entrails, small winged insects and the Floyd | occasional fleshy ear, churns thickly within the pot... Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x guts" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "guts."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "stew" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "stew."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x ear" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any ear here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x flies" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "flies."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You're cross-eyed with anger, which means a jaundiced eye points this Floyd | way, and an evil eye points that way. But you feel some justification Floyd | in having vented your spleen. You have a red velvet curtain, a rump Floyd | roast, a grain of salt, a white cloth napkin, nitty-gritty crow, Floyd | advice, a salt shaker, a rake and a hatchet. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "make brouhaha" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "brouhaha."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "put roast in pot" | |||||
Floyd | The cook gingerly slaps the back of your hand. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "eat meal" | |||||
Floyd | That's pretty nutty. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "bury hatchet in cook" | |||||
Floyd | The pun is mightier than the sword. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "bury the hatchet" | |||||
Floyd | Into whom do you want to bury the hatchet? Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "cook" | |||||
Floyd | The pun is mightier than the sword. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "verbose" | |||||
Floyd | Maximum verbosity. Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Floyd | The dominating feature of the kitchen is the cook, who is dwarfish in Floyd | dimension but gigantic in size. Floyd | Floyd | But he's getting all worked up over the meal he's preparing and doesn't Floyd | take notice of you. He is utterly beside himself, which takes up most Floyd | of the floor space of the kitchen. The ruffled fur is flying, plumes of Floyd | sifted flour are exploding, the briny sweat is raining through the Floyd | steamy air, as the cook wreaks havoc while whipping something together. Floyd | Floyd | The kitchen is equipped with, among other crude devices, a grindstone. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "leave cook to his own devices" | |||||
Floyd | Good idea, but he isn't too involved with his own devices at the Floyd | moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | canadianpuzzler asks, "bury it into the waitress, instead?" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cut cook down to size" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "size."] Floyd | Floyd | > | schep says, "already done" | ||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "take a grain of salt" | |||||
Floyd | You already have the grain of salt. Floyd | Floyd | > | Allen says, "oh" | ||||
| Allen says, "missed that" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "toss salt over shoulder" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "take advice with a grain of salt" | |||||
Floyd | Too bad the waitress isn't around to see this insult. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says (to inured), "We did that one." | ||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "look at cook" | |||||
Floyd | The cook appears to be a big man with a short fuse. His hulking figure Floyd | is covered with prickly five-and-ten o'clock shadows of hair stubble. Floyd | Blubbery hammocks of basting bicep hang from each upper arm, and swing Floyd | heavily through the air, following the cook's mammoth frenzy of food Floyd | preparation. Floyd | It seems that the cook has nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Allen asks, "hmm, did it say he had nothing earlier?" | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "look at bowl" | |||||
Floyd | The slimy admixture of entrails, small winged insects and the Floyd | occasional fleshy ear, churns thickly within the pot... Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "give all to cook" | |||||
Floyd | There isn't anything to give! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "talk off the ear" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "talk his ear off" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cut hamhocks" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "hamhocks."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "light fuse" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "fuse."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "out" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shave the cook" | |||||
Floyd | First floor Floyd | Floyd | You are on the first floor of The Teapot Cafe, standing next to your Floyd | table under the shadowy umbrage of the second floor balcony, which can Floyd | be reached by a stairway. Floyd | Floyd | Your table is only partially covered by a skimpy little tablecloth. Floyd | Floyd | A waitress here is trying to look busy. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | [I don't know the word "shave."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "bury hatchet in waitress" | |||||
Floyd | The waitress firmly grips your forearm in defense of her mohawk. "Come Floyd | on now, enough of this hair-splitting, I'll get to you, just as soon as Floyd | I can." Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x tablecloth" | |||||
Floyd | From the looks of it, you've been given the short shrift, this shrunken Floyd | little tablecloth that's hardly big enough to cover a table. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get tablecloth" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | First floor Floyd | Floyd | You are on the first floor of The Teapot Cafe, standing next to your Floyd | table under the shadowy umbrage of the second floor balcony, which can Floyd | be reached by a stairway. Floyd | Floyd | A waitress here is trying to look busy. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "split hairs" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "split."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "give short shrift to waitress" | |||||
Floyd | That's one way to turn the tables on the waitress. She accepts the Floyd | short shrift gruffly and begins polishing glasses with it. Floyd | The waitress stomps away in a huff and begins performing a quick set of Floyd | high-impact aerobics. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "give waitress short shrift" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any short shrift here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Theatrical score: 10 of 10 Floyd | Farm score: 19 of 19 Floyd | Teapot score: 24 of 31 Floyd | Jack score: 11 of 11 Floyd | Bizarre score: 22 of 22 Floyd | Tower score: 25 of 26 Floyd | Manor score: 7 of 7 Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take umbrage" | |||||
Floyd | You do so, and the Teapot cafe seems a little less dim, which Floyd | unfortunately can't be said of its employees, not excluding the Floyd | waitress. Floyd | The waitress continues on, clearing plates with her bristly hair. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x shadow" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "shadow."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You're cross-eyed with anger, which means a jaundiced eye points this Floyd | way, and an evil eye points that way. But you feel some justification Floyd | in having vented your spleen. You have a red velvet curtain, a rump Floyd | roast, a grain of salt, a white cloth napkin, nitty-gritty crow, Floyd | advice, a salt shaker, a rake and a hatchet. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | First floor Floyd | Floyd | You are on the first floor of The Teapot Cafe, standing next to your Floyd | table under the shadowy umbrage of the second floor balcony, which can Floyd | be reached by a stairway. Floyd | Floyd | A waitress here is trying to look busy. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x table" | |||||
Floyd | You notice a slight swivel to it. On your table you see nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "turn the table" | |||||
Floyd | Whom do you want to turn the tables on? Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "waitress" | |||||
Floyd | The waitress steps quickly toward you, pressing her thighs against the Floyd | table's opposite edge and staring coldly into your eyes. Floyd | Floyd | Her eyelashes are spidery with thick mascara, and the volume of white Floyd | powder below each brow could open a ski season. Her cheeks are brazen Floyd | with a raw swath of rouge, and the heavy lip blush is indeed Floyd | embarrassing. Floyd | Floyd | You muster a grimace of your own, and you both follow the table around Floyd | as it makes one complete revolution and notches to a stop. You plop Floyd | down on the chair, sweat draining from your temples. Floyd | The waitress steps away from you, taking a standing coffee break. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "turn table" | |||||
Floyd | Whom do you want to turn the tables on? Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "coffee will stunt your growth" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "coffee."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You're cross-eyed with anger, which means a jaundiced eye points this Floyd | way, and an evil eye points that way. But you feel some justification Floyd | in having vented your spleen. You have a red velvet curtain, a rump Floyd | roast, a grain of salt, a white cloth napkin, nitty-gritty crow, Floyd | advice, a salt shaker, a rake and a hatchet. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "wave flag in surrender" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "surrender."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | First floor, on the chair Floyd | Floyd | You are on the first floor of The Teapot Cafe, sitting at your table Floyd | under the shadowy umbrage of the second floor balcony, which can be Floyd | reached by a stairway. Floyd | Floyd | A waitress here is trying to look busy. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Perhaps something upstairs, yet?" | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "feed crow to waitress" | |||||
Floyd | Briskly, the waitress refuses your offer. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x chair" | |||||
Floyd | Other than yourself, you can see nothing on your chair. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "u" | |||||
Floyd | You're not going anywhere until you get out of your chair. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "stand" | |||||
Floyd | You get out of your chair. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "up" | |||||
Floyd | Second floor Floyd | Floyd | This is the second floor of The Teapot Cafe. You're standing below a Floyd | low-slung ceiling, upon a carpet, next to an official-looking sign on Floyd | the wall. Across from you, built into a stone wall, lies a large Floyd | open-air hearth which is filled with smoldering coals. Floyd | Floyd | A decorative olive tree stands in the shadowy corner. Floyd | Floyd | The waitress stalks after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "stand" | |||||
Floyd | You're already standing. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "u" | |||||
Floyd | [Refer to the top of the screen to find out where you can go.] Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "there must be something else with the cook, but I can't figure it out" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x hearth" | |||||
Floyd | The coals in the hearth glow red and white hot. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x coals" | |||||
Floyd | The coals in the hearth glow red and white hot. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get coals" | |||||
Floyd | Nice try. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x ceiling" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing special about the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tree" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing special about the olive tree. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x corner" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "corner."] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hm. I guess we've done all the obvious up here." | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x tree" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing noteworthy about the olive tree. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says (to inky), "yeah, I don't remember what to do with the cook yet." | ||||
| schep says, "guts - bugs - ears. hmm." | |||||
| Allen says, "we waved a cape at him..." | |||||
| Allen asks, "are we supposed to make him more angry?" | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "d" | |||||
Floyd | First floor Floyd | Floyd | You are on the first floor of The Teapot Cafe, standing next to your Floyd | table under the shadowy umbrage of the second floor balcony, which can Floyd | be reached by a stairway. Floyd | Floyd | The waitress stomps after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "kitchen" | |||||
Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Floyd | The dominating feature of the kitchen is the cook, who is dwarfish in Floyd | dimension but gigantic in size. Floyd | Floyd | But he's getting all worked up over the meal he's preparing and doesn't Floyd | take notice of you. He is utterly beside himself, which takes up most Floyd | of the floor space of the kitchen. The ruffled fur is flying, plumes of Floyd | sifted flour are exploding, the briny sweat is raining through the Floyd | steamy air, as the cook wreaks havoc while whipping something together. Floyd | Floyd | The kitchen is equipped with, among other crude devices, a grindstone. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "simmer cook in his own stew" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "simmer."] Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "er" | ||||
| schep says (to inky), "LOOK" | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "wave cape" | |||||
Floyd | You already have. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "clean mess" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "mess."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You're cross-eyed with anger, which means a jaundiced eye points this Floyd | way, and an evil eye points that way. But you feel some justification Floyd | in having vented your spleen. You have a red velvet curtain, a rump Floyd | roast, a grain of salt, a white cloth napkin, nitty-gritty crow, Floyd | advice, a salt shaker, a rake and a hatchet. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "steam the cook" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "steam."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "take earwig" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "earwig."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "pick bone with chef" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "bone."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "put fly in ear" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "fly."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "put crow in bowl" | |||||
Floyd | The cook gingerly slaps the back of your hand. Floyd | | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "cook, you need more! ingrrrredients!" | |||||
Floyd | > Floyd | [I don't know the word "need."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "complain about the food" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "complain."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "put a bug in the cook's ear" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "bug."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x hackles" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "hackles."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "get down to the nitty-gritty" | |||||
Floyd | You already have. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "eat crow" | |||||
Floyd | You find nitty-gritty crow to be inedible. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Floyd | The dominating feature of the kitchen is the cook, who is dwarfish in Floyd | dimension but gigantic in size. Floyd | Floyd | But he's getting all worked up over the meal he's preparing and doesn't Floyd | take notice of you. He is utterly beside himself, which takes up most Floyd | of the floor space of the kitchen. The ruffled fur is flying, plumes of Floyd | sifted flour are exploding, the briny sweat is raining through the Floyd | steamy air, as the cook wreaks havoc while whipping something together. Floyd | Floyd | The kitchen is equipped with, among other crude devices, a grindstone. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x recipe" | |||||
Floyd | [There seems to be a noun missing in that sentence.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x floor" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing eye-catching about the floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "recipe" | |||||
Floyd | [There seems to be a noun missing in that sentence.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "recipe card" | |||||
Floyd | Though the card is splattered with food, you can see the name of the Floyd | concoction is "Brew-hah-hah." Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "grind my gears" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "gears."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "get recipe card" | |||||
Floyd | He rips it away from you. Floyd | | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "grind organ" | |||||
Floyd | > Floyd | [I don't know the word "organ."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "make a brouhaha" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "brouhaha."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "grind spleen" | |||||
Floyd | You're not holding your spleen. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "take spleen" | |||||
Floyd | Never in a thousand years. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "make brew-hah-hah" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "brew-hah-hah."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "clean card" | |||||
Floyd | It's not worth it. Believe me. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take card" | |||||
Floyd | He rips it away from you. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "stew over chef" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "stew."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "let cook stew" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "stew."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "brew cook" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "brew."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cook cook" | |||||
Floyd | Too many cooks spoil the broth. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "cook, hello" | |||||
Floyd | [You used the word "hello" in a way that I don't understand.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask cook about meal" | |||||
Floyd | The big guy is speechless. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "give speech to cook" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "speech."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "cook cook" | |||||
Floyd | Too many cooks spoil the broth. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x broth" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "broth."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Farm score: 19 of 19 Floyd | Teapot score: 26 of 31 Floyd | Jack score: 11 of 11 Floyd | Bizarre score: 22 of 22 Floyd | Tower score: 25 of 26 Floyd | Manor score: 7 of 7 Floyd | Theatrical score: 10 of 10 Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "soeak of the devil" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "soeak."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x cook" | |||||
Floyd | The cook appears to be a big man with a short fuse. His hulking figure Floyd | is covered with prickly five-and-ten o'clock shadows of hair stubble. Floyd | Blubbery hammocks of basting bicep hang from each upper arm, and swing Floyd | heavily through the air, following the cook's mammoth frenzy of food Floyd | preparation. Floyd | It seems that the cook has nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "oops speak" | |||||
Floyd | [OOPS is useful only after the "I don't know the word..." response.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "speak of the devil" | |||||
Floyd | [You used the word "of" in a way that I don't understand.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "set off fuse" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "fuse."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "shave cook" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "shave."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x stubble" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "stubble."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "cut hair" | |||||
Floyd | [What do you want to cut the hair with?] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "hatchet" | |||||
Floyd | Why bother? Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "mince words" | |||||
Floyd | [You'll have to be more specific.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x pot" | |||||
Floyd | The slimy admixture of entrails, small winged insects and the Floyd | occasional fleshy ear, churns thickly within the pot... Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "mince words in bowl" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "bury hatchet in pot" | |||||
Floyd | The pun is mightier than the sword. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "mince words with the chef" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "chef."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "mince words with the cook" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "mince words with cook" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get cook's ear" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any cook's ear here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "sweeten the pot" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "sweeten."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get ear" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any ear here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cut off his nose to spite his face" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "spite."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "shout in ear" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "cut off his nose" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x face" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "face."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "bring things to a boil" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "bring."] Floyd | Floyd | > | Allen says, "I think we've hit a brick wall" | ||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Floyd | The dominating feature of the kitchen is the cook, who is dwarfish in Floyd | dimension but gigantic in size. Floyd | Floyd | But he's getting all worked up over the meal he's preparing and doesn't Floyd | take notice of you. He is utterly beside himself, which takes up most Floyd | of the floor space of the kitchen. The ruffled fur is flying, plumes of Floyd | sifted flour are exploding, the briny sweat is raining through the Floyd | steamy air, as the cook wreaks havoc while whipping something together. Floyd | Floyd | The kitchen is equipped with, among other crude devices, a grindstone. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky asks, "ok, should we dig up a walkthrough or a hint or something?" | ||||
| inky asks, "somebody said the game had built-in hints, didn't they?" | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "cry havoc" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "havoc."] Floyd | Floyd | > | Allen asks, "can you use in-game hints with this terp?" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "hint" | |||||
Floyd | [Warning: It is recognized that the temptation for help may at times be Floyd | so exceedingly strong that you might fetch hints prematurely. Floyd | Therefore, you may at any time during the story type HINTS OFF, and Floyd | this will disallow the seeking out of help for the present session of Floyd | the story. If you still want a hint now, indicate HINT.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "hint" | |||||
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| Allen says (to Floyd), "n" | |||||
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| DavidW says, "Ceiling... we didn't do ceiling." | |||||
| inky says, "hmm" | |||||
| inky asks, "so we're maybe missing turkey?" | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "n" | |||||
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Pan Floyd | Rump Roast Own Devices Floyd | Headband Ox-idental Floyd | Dander Floyd | Woodchip Floyd | A Fortune Floyd | Neon Sign Floyd | Riot Act Floyd | Desserts | Allen says, "sorry </floyd-bomb>" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "The ceiling was low upstairs, but so what?" | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "n" | |||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | N = nextP = previous Floyd | RETURN = See hintQ = Resume story Floyd | Floyd | Eyes Have It Olive Tree Floyd | Micky Spleen > The Coals Floyd | Tablecloth Napkin Floyd | Your Table Ceiling Floyd | The Shadows The Carpet Floyd | Lions' Share Blood Caper Floyd | Pie Pet Peeves Floyd | Crow Can Can Floyd | A Turkey Frying Pan Floyd | Rump Roast Own Devices Floyd | Headband Ox-idental Floyd | Dander Floyd | Woodchip Floyd | A Fortune Floyd | Neon Sign Floyd | Riot Act Floyd | Desserts | inky says, "oh, we can hit it" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "n" | |||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | N = nextP = previous Floyd | RETURN = See hintQ = Resume story Floyd | Floyd | Eyes Have It Olive Tree Floyd | Micky Spleen The Coals Floyd | Tablecloth > Napkin Floyd | Your Table Ceiling Floyd | The Shadows The Carpet Floyd | Lions' Share Blood Caper Floyd | Pie Pet Peeves Floyd | Crow Can Can Floyd | A Turkey Frying Pan Floyd | Rump Roast Own Devices Floyd | Headband Ox-idental Floyd | Dander Floyd | Woodchip Floyd | A Fortune Floyd | Neon Sign Floyd | Riot Act Floyd | Desserts | DavidW says, "ah" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "q" | |||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Back to the story... Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | |||||
Floyd | [Refer to the top of the screen to find out where you can go.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "out" | |||||
Floyd | First floor Floyd | Floyd | You are on the first floor of The Teapot Cafe, standing next to your Floyd | table under the shadowy umbrage of the second floor balcony, which can Floyd | be reached by a stairway. Floyd | Floyd | A waitress here is trying to look busy. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | |||||
Floyd | Second floor Floyd | Floyd | This is the second floor of The Teapot Cafe. You're standing below a Floyd | low-slung ceiling, upon a carpet, next to an official-looking sign on Floyd | the wall. Across from you, built into a stone wall, lies a large Floyd | open-air hearth which is filled with smoldering coals. Floyd | Floyd | A decorative olive tree stands in the shadowy corner. Floyd | Floyd | The waitress stalks after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "hit ceiling" | |||||
Floyd | The full brunt of your impact is taken by your head and shoulders, and Floyd | the entire teapot rattles loudly as you raise the roof. Floyd | The waitress resumes her duties, which seem to include munching on some Floyd | pilfered salad makings. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "I guess this doesn't actually get us any further with the cook, though" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "toss salad" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "salad."] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "What do you suppose 'Can Can' and 'Frying Pan' are?" | ||||
| inky says, "I saw the cook looking at a can" | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "d" | |||||
Floyd | First floor Floyd | Floyd | You are on the first floor of The Teapot Cafe, standing next to your Floyd | table under the shadowy umbrage of the second floor balcony, which can Floyd | be reached by a stairway. Floyd | Floyd | The waitress trails after you. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "kitchen" | |||||
Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Floyd | The dominating feature of the kitchen is the cook, who is dwarfish in Floyd | dimension but gigantic in size. Floyd | Floyd | But he's getting all worked up over the meal he's preparing and doesn't Floyd | take notice of you. He is utterly beside himself, which takes up most Floyd | of the floor space of the kitchen. The ruffled fur is flying, plumes of Floyd | sifted flour are exploding, the briny sweat is raining through the Floyd | steamy air, as the cook wreaks havoc while whipping something together. Floyd | Floyd | The kitchen is equipped with, among other crude devices, a grindstone. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x can" | |||||
Floyd | The label reads "Laughing stock." Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Was there a can?" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "canned laughter" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "canned."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "make laughing stock" | |||||
Floyd | You can't just make a laughing stock out of thin air. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "make laughing stock out of cook" | |||||
Floyd | You get a lot of canned laughter coming from rows of cans, and the cook Floyd | seems to take offense. Floyd | Floyd | Now you've really gotten him steamed up. He snatches you around the Floyd | waist, laughs heartily into your face with marinated breath, and plops Floyd | you down into the center of a large, family-size frying pan. Floyd | Floyd | The cook begins gathering his own devices, as flames lick up around the Floyd | rim of the frying pan. Floyd | Floyd | > | inuredbyheavyrain says, "Colloquialisms are hard to remember." | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get out of frying pan and into fire" | |||||
Floyd | [There seems to be a noun missing in that sentence.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "jump out of frying pan and into fire" | |||||
Floyd | [There seems to be a noun missing in that sentence.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "enter" | |||||
Floyd | Look around you. Floyd | Floyd | Your feet are beginning to feel the heat. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "enter fire" | |||||
Floyd | You avoid the fate of being merely a flash in the pan by leaping from Floyd | the skillet, heedless of the heat outside it. As harmlessly as one's Floyd | hand passing quickly over a lighted candle, your entire body falls Floyd | through the large licking blue flame. Landing on the jet, you put out Floyd | the fire, and fall to the floor. The cook angrily flings the pan into Floyd | oblivion. Floyd | Floyd | The cook backs you up into a corner, and begins sharpening his own Floyd | devices, bent on destroying you. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "leave cook to own devices" | |||||
Floyd | A wise move, it would seem, since the cook is not adept in the Floyd | application of technology to the preparation of food. Truth will tell, Floyd | he's already done away with a cousin in a Cuisinart, lost a friend in a Floyd | blender, and microwaved a surfer. Floyd | Floyd | He appears to hurt himself by his own devices, and you get out of the Floyd | corner only to run into a big ox that happens to be wandering through Floyd | the kitchen! Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "hmm" | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "call ox moron" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "moron."] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "take ox by the horns" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take ox by the horns" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "horns."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x ox" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing noteworthy about the ox. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "whose ox is gored" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "whose."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "gore ox" | |||||
Floyd | You don't have a weapon. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "be stubborn as an ox" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "be."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "stubborn as ox" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "stubborn."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "wave cape" | |||||
Floyd | You're not holding the red velvet curtain. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You're cross-eyed with anger, which means a jaundiced eye points this Floyd | way, and an evil eye points that way. But you feel some justification Floyd | in having vented your spleen. You're empty-handed. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Floyd | The dominating feature of the kitchen is the cook, who is dwarfish in Floyd | dimension but gigantic in size. Floyd | Floyd | But he's getting all worked up over the meal he's preparing and doesn't Floyd | take notice of you. He is utterly beside himself, which takes up most Floyd | of the floor space of the kitchen. The ruffled fur is flying, plumes of Floyd | sifted flour are exploding, the briny sweat is raining through the Floyd | steamy air, as the cook wreaks havoc while whipping something together. Floyd | Floyd | The kitchen is equipped with, among other crude devices, a grindstone. Floyd | Floyd | You can see an ox, a hatchet, a rake, a salt shaker, advice, Floyd | nitty-gritty crow, a white cloth napkin, a grain of salt, a rump roast Floyd | and a red velvet curtain here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Allen asks, "where'd the ax go?" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get hatchet" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "bury hatchet in ox" | |||||
Floyd | Okay, you bury the hatchet in the animal and his ox is gored, leaving Floyd | quite a mess, but also a bone of contention. Immediately, both you and Floyd | the cook see an end to it, and each of you take a slimy end of the bone Floyd | of contention. With your eyes closed, you make a wish, as does the Floyd | burly cook. Floyd | Floyd | "Snap!" The bone breaks jaggedly, and the cook is left with the short Floyd | end of the stick. Floyd | Floyd | He drops to the floor, mopping up the entrails of the ox and Floyd | apologizing profusely and promising never again to wield another Floyd | kitchen utensil as long as he lives. Floyd | Floyd | Congratulations are in order. You're ranked as... Floyd | Satisfied Customer. Floyd | Floyd | Beginning Floyd | Floyd | You now have the opportunity to do one of the following: Floyd | Floyd | >Shake a Tower Floyd | >Meet the Mayor Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Teapot score: 31 of 31 Floyd | Jack score: 11 of 11 Floyd | Bizarre score: 22 of 22 Floyd | Tower score: 25 of 26 Floyd | Manor score: 7 of 7 Floyd | Theatrical score: 10 of 10 Floyd | Farm score: 19 of 19 Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | |||||
| Allen says (to Floyd), "cf8" | |||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Save, completed. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "meet mayor" | |||||
Floyd | Okay, you have proved to the Committee wide knowledge of the nature of Floyd | our problems in Punster. You have now within your grasp the decree that Floyd | would legislate against, ban from the town, outlaw forever, all the Floyd | wordplayful shenanigans that have so tortured us. May our Mayor, the Floyd | honorable Jimmy "Fat Baby" Kazooli, act in the best interest of his Floyd | citizenry. You are sent... Floyd | Floyd | Public Square Floyd | Floyd | You're in the public square. Facing one edge of the square stands an Floyd | impressive looking neo-colonial town house, which is decoratively Floyd | fronted by a row of laurel bushes. Floyd | Floyd | In the middle of the public square stands a thick, ten feet tall stump Floyd | of a tree. Attached to the stump is a sheet of paper and next to the Floyd | paper hangs the horn of the town crier. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "one more!" | ||||
| inky asks, "should we repeat shake a tower, or just go to the end one?" | |||||
| schep says, "It's just a LLP" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says, "We are so close, but I hope we did not fuck ourselves by missing a point in the tower." | |||||
| DavidW says, "I think we just wanna get this done." | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x paper" | |||||
Floyd | There is a list of "Ten Laws of the Land." But the bottom of the sheet Floyd | is torn off, leaving only nine laws, which are: Floyd | Floyd | No Running Floyd | No Panting Loons Floyd | No Skipping Floyd | Reptilian Volleyball is O-u-t Floyd | Honor Thy Fodder Floyd | No Chewing Gum Floyd | Defend your Landmother Floyd | No Pepper Floyd | Rip What You Sew Floyd | Floyd | > | Allen says, "this makes an ok collaborative game, but in generall, I haven't liked it" | ||||
| Roger says, "Haha" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "possession is nine tenths of the law" | |||||
Floyd | The horn begins to trumpet out a stuttering protest, but the logic of Floyd | law is so compelling that it quits, and you take possession of the Floyd | horn. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "wear pantaloons" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "pantaloons."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x horn" | |||||
Floyd | The old brass horn is dinged up and tarnished from seemingly centuries Floyd | of use by the town crier. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "blow my own horn" | |||||
Floyd | You give the horn a big, brassy toot; but no one is around to hear it. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "rest on laurels" | |||||
Floyd | This is no time for such vain self-congratulation. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get laurels" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "get paper" | |||||
Floyd | That would be against the law. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x letter of the law" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "letter."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "enter house" | |||||
Floyd | Lobby Floyd | Floyd | This is the lobby of the town hall, looking stately and deeply Floyd | lacquered. A boldly impressive staircase leads up and you can see steam Floyd | drifting out of a room at the top of it. The main focus of attention in Floyd | the lobby is an imposing, ornately framed document hanging on the wall. Floyd | Floyd | A six-pack of beer -- the loyal constituency of cigar-chomping, Floyd | back-room politicians -- sits on the floor beneath the document. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x document" | |||||
Floyd | On brittle, yellowing paper you read the following: Floyd | Floyd | P R E T E N S E S Floyd | Floyd | The World, verily, is proved to be flat! Floyd | Floyd | The Rule of the Great Kazooli shall spread to the corners of the World! Floyd | Floyd | And beloved shall be Our Mayor in the eyes of the World! Floyd | Floyd | Forsooth, His Rule shall endure a thousand years! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "rule under false pretenses" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "rule."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "false pretenses" | |||||
Floyd | On brittle, yellowing paper you read the following: Floyd | Floyd | P R E T E N S E S Floyd | Floyd | The World, verily, is proved to be flat! Floyd | Floyd | The Rule of the Great Kazooli shall spread to the corners of the World! Floyd | Floyd | And beloved shall be Our Mayor in the eyes of the World! Floyd | Floyd | Forsooth, His Rule shall endure a thousand years! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x six pack" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "operate under false pretenses" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "operate."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get beer" | |||||
Floyd | It's no simple matter taking something that's not yours, and you're Floyd | unable to do it that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x beer" | |||||
Floyd | The cans of beer are tall and thick, each labeled with the brand name Floyd | "Deep Six" and each depicting the same bluish misty ocean scene. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "take beer under false pretenses" | |||||
Floyd | Yes, there's more than one way to steal a pack, but under false Floyd | Pretenses is surely not the worst way. You cradle the six-pack in your Floyd | arms like the mother's milk of local politics, which it is. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "milk beer" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Lobby Floyd | Floyd | This is the lobby of the town hall, looking stately and deeply Floyd | lacquered. A boldly impressive staircase leads up and you can see steam Floyd | drifting out of a room at the top of it. The main focus of attention in Floyd | the lobby is an imposing, ornately framed document hanging on the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "up" | |||||
Floyd | Bathroom Floyd | Floyd | The bathroom, thoroughly steamed up, is ample in space but untidy in Floyd | appearance. A pile of dirty linen marks the entrance to the staircase. Floyd | Floyd | A comb lies in a puddle of water by the bathtub. Floyd | Floyd | Against the far wall you can see a bathtub. Inside is a duck, which is Floyd | looking confused and swimming around in circles and figure-8's. Floyd | Floyd | Standing against one wall is the strange sight of a jar that stands Floyd | nearly as high as the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x jar" | |||||
Floyd | It looks like every other "a jar" you've ever seen. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "door is a jar" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "make door ajar" | |||||
Floyd | [You'll have to be more specific.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x door" | |||||
Floyd | From inside the big jar there comes a flash of light which intensifies Floyd | in several quick, increasingly brighter pulses. Prismatically, the Floyd | large surface of the jar glows with the colors of the rainbow. Then in Floyd | a blink of your eyes, the light show is over and in the place of the Floyd | jar you observe a quite ordinary closet door, which is now open. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "door ajar" | |||||
Floyd | [You'll have to be more specific.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wash dirty linen" | |||||
Floyd | Doing it in private won't help. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "ah there" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wash dirty linen in public" | |||||
Floyd | You're not in public. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "air dirty linen" | |||||
Floyd | Doing it in private won't help. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get linen" | |||||
Floyd | Keeping your nose at a distance from the soiled clothes, with an Floyd | outstretched arm and with the tips of your thumb and finger, you Floyd | daintily lift a garment off the top of the pile and then drop it. Some Floyd | kind of disguise slides off the pile. Floyd | Floyd | Reluctantly, you pick up the clothes. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x disguise" | |||||
Floyd | This a grotesque, clownish, Punchinello mask, apparently worn by the Floyd | mayor when he travels incognito. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get disguise" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "make a clown of myself" | |||||
Floyd | [Use the word "out." For example, MAKE A VIRTUE OUT OF NECESSITY.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "make a clown out of myself" | |||||
Floyd | The Jack of all Traits begins to play a simple plunkety tune, and as Floyd | the music becomes louder and louder the strange contraption starts Floyd | looking a lot more like a box and a lot less like anything else, and Floyd | the music gets louder and louder until... Floyd | Floyd | "Pop!" Floyd | Floyd | The lid springs open and a jester rears its jolly head. Floyd | Floyd | "Boing... Boing" Floyd | Floyd | > | schep exclaims, "Jack!" | ||||
| inky asks, "bwuh?" | |||||
| inky asks, "is that just a straight-up bug?" | |||||
| DavidW asks, "bug?" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain asks, "Ok, was that a weird bug, or intentional weirdness?" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Bathroom Floyd | Floyd | The bathroom, thoroughly steamed up, is ample in space but untidy in Floyd | appearance. A staircase leads down. Floyd | Floyd | A comb lies in a puddle of water by the bathtub. Floyd | Floyd | Against the far wall you can see a bathtub. Inside is a duck, which is Floyd | looking confused and swimming around in circles and figure-8's. Floyd | Floyd | The door to the closet is open. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x jester" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any jester here! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get comb" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x comb" | |||||
Floyd | The comb is distinguished by having a series of exceptionally fine Floyd | teeth. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "search tub with fine toothed comb" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "toothed."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "search tub with finetoothed comb" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "finetoothed."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x duck" | |||||
Floyd | Your first assumption, considering the circular swimming pattern, is Floyd | that this is one duck which doesn't have both oars in the water. On Floyd | closer examination, however, you determine that one of the duck's feet Floyd | has been injured, no doubt in some boating accident. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "lame duck" | |||||
Floyd | Slapping its white wings against the surface of the water and quacking Floyd | up a storm, the angry duck creates nothing less than a raging cyclone Floyd | in the bathtub. When the bad weather passes, you can see the rotund Floyd | figure of the mayor, Jimmy "Fat Baby" Kazooli reclining in the tub. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says (to floyd), "search tub with fine tooth comb" | |||||
Floyd | It seems that the comb is no help in searching the bathtub. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "deep six the evidence" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "evidence."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "deep six the beer" | |||||
Floyd | But the six-pack of beer doesn't need to be gotten rid of. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Bathroom Floyd | Floyd | The bathroom, thoroughly steamed up, is ample in space but untidy in Floyd | appearance. A staircase leads down. Floyd | Floyd | The mayor is sitting in the bathtub. Floyd | Floyd | The door to the closet is open. Floyd | Floyd | > | schep asks, "go back outside to air the laundry?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "please" | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "d" | |||||
Floyd | Lobby Floyd | Floyd | This is the lobby of the town hall, looking stately and deeply Floyd | lacquered. A boldly impressive staircase leads up and you can see steam Floyd | drifting out of a room at the top of it. The main focus of attention in Floyd | the lobby is an imposing, ornately framed document hanging on the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "out" | |||||
Floyd | Public Square Floyd | Floyd | You're in the public square. Facing one edge of the square stands an Floyd | impressive looking neo-colonial town house, which is decoratively Floyd | fronted by a row of laurel bushes. Floyd | Floyd | In the middle of the public square stands a thick, ten feet tall stump Floyd | of a tree. Attached to the stump is a sheet of paper. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "air laundry" | |||||
Floyd | You manage to launder the mayor's dirty linen, working it over with the Floyd | sinewy resoluteness of a peasant. Though not entirely a wholesome Floyd | experience, you can feel from the stiff westerly breeze that it's Floyd | serving to clear the air and bring about a cleansing effect on the Floyd | mayor's reputation. The linen is finally caught up by one especially Floyd | strong gust -- each piece is filled with air like a sail and drifts far Floyd | away across the blue sky. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "why a duck?" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "why."] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "'lame duck' is a political term." | ||||
| Allen says, "I don't really give a duck" | schep says, "also 'Why is a duck?'" | ||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says, "I was referencing an old joke, which seemed appropriate for this game." | |||||
| Tale asks, "What are you guys still playing?" | |||||
| DavidW says, "Nord and Bert" | |||||
| schep says, "in the endgame" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "in" | |||||
Floyd | Lobby Floyd | Floyd | This is the lobby of the town hall, looking stately and deeply Floyd | lacquered. A boldly impressive staircase leads up and you can see steam Floyd | drifting out of a room at the top of it. The main focus of attention in Floyd | the lobby is an imposing, ornately framed document hanging on the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "up" | |||||
Floyd | Bathroom Floyd | Floyd | The bathroom, thoroughly steamed up, is ample in space but untidy in Floyd | appearance. A staircase leads down. Floyd | Floyd | The mayor is sitting in the bathtub. Floyd | Floyd | The door to the closet is open. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "closet" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing special about the closet. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "l in closet" | |||||
Floyd | Darkness seems to radiate out of the closet. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open closet" | |||||
Floyd | It already is! Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "skeleton in closet" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "shine light on darkness" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "darkness."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "shine light on closet" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "search closet with fine tooth comb" | |||||
Floyd | Using the crack resources of the well-appointed sleuth, you Floyd | painstakingly search the closet high and search the closet low. Sounds Floyd | of chattering teeth and then of bones knocking together come out of the Floyd | closet as you seem to have stirred something up. There is again quiet Floyd | for a moment, and then a full skeleton is seen to feint out of the Floyd | darkness, rattling to the floor in a heap. Floyd | Floyd | > | Tale says, "Oh, you finally tackled an Infocom game? Nice." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "deep six the skeleton" | |||||
Floyd | You can't "give the skeleton the deep six" without holding the Floyd | skeleton. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "get skeleton" | |||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "deep six the skeleton" | |||||
Floyd | As you give the skeleton the deep-six, the bones sink beneath the filmy Floyd | surface of the water, slowly twisting and sinking much deeper than the Floyd | tub would seem to be, until finally it disappears into the murky depths Floyd | of Davey Jones' Locker. The mayor breathes a large foul-breathed sigh Floyd | of relief. Floyd | Floyd | > | canadianpuzzler says, "Plundered hearts was done a week or two ago." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Jack score: 11 of 11 Floyd | Bizarre score: 22 of 22 Floyd | Tower score: 25 of 26 Floyd | Manor score: 7 of 7 Floyd | Theatrical score: 10 of 10 Floyd | Farm score: 19 of 19 Floyd | Teapot score: 31 of 31 Floyd | Mayor score: 7 of 14 Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "i" | |||||
Floyd | You have a comb, a disguise, a six-pack of beer, laurels, your own horn Floyd | and a decree. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "blow your own horn" | |||||
Floyd | You give the horn a big, brassy toot. It seems to be music to the Floyd | mayor's ears, since he for the first time really takes notice of you, Floyd | and smiles upon your vainglorious trumpeting. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x decree" | |||||
Floyd | The decree would outlaw all language play in town. There is a line at Floyd | the bottom for the mayor's signature. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "rest on laurels" | |||||
Floyd | This is no time for such vain self-congratulation. Floyd | Floyd | > | inuredbyheavyrain says, "Plundered Hearts was a romance novel ith some puzzles, whereas this is more interesting and has better writing." | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "give decree to mayor" | |||||
Floyd | The mayor seems to want to finish his bath before endeavoring in any Floyd | official duties. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "give laurels to mayor" | |||||
Floyd | Briskly, the mayor refuses your offer. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x disguise" | |||||
Floyd | This a grotesque, clownish, Punchinello mask, apparently worn by the Floyd | mayor when he travels incognito. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "throw baby out with bathwater" | |||||
Floyd | From the consequential uproar, there seems to be a ring of truth in Floyd | this phrase. In strong jets shooting at varying trajectories, the Floyd | bathwater in the tub begins first to spout off. Suddenly, this messy Floyd | but harmless spectacle of the spouts is over, and angry riptides ruffle Floyd | the water's surface. Now with the tidal force of lunar determination, Floyd | the bathwater polarizes itself around the edges of the tub and even Floyd | higher, engulfing the mayor and leaving a wide funnel of air in the Floyd | middle of the tub. Floyd | Floyd | As the gathering water reaches a critical peak, it pauses for one brief Floyd | moment, and now with an awful suddenness collapses into itself to form Floyd | a fearful wave of tubular shape and seismic strength. It gushes in Floyd | front of your face and toward the stairs in a torrent, through which Floyd | you can see the strange slow-motion figure of the mayor swimming half Floyd | in air and half in water. Following the mayor inside the wave and down Floyd | the stairway is the tub itself, which, out of your sight, makes the Floyd | terrible crashing noise of porcelain going to smithereens. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "pull the plug on bath" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "beat it" | |||||
Floyd | [Be specific: What object do you want to beat?] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "d" | |||||
Floyd | Lobby Floyd | Floyd | This is the lobby of the town hall, looking stately and deeply Floyd | lacquered. A boldly impressive staircase leads up. The main focus of Floyd | attention in the lobby is an imposing, ornately framed document hanging Floyd | on the wall. Floyd | Floyd | The mayor, wearing a white terry cloth robe with his initials stitched Floyd | on it, is here pacing the floor and looking very philosophically Floyd | concerned with the Big Problems of Our Time. Floyd | Floyd | > | inuredbyheavyrain exclaims, "Hooray, we killed a baby!" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x robe" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "robe."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "give laurel to mayor" | |||||
Floyd | Briskly, the mayor refuses your offer. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hm. I wonder what the disguise is for." | ||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "give disguise to mayor" | |||||
Floyd | Briskly, the mayor refuses your offer. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear disguise" | |||||
Floyd | You're now wearing the disguise. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x me" | |||||
Floyd | You're bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "disguise intentions" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "intentions."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "give decree to mayor" | |||||
Floyd | The mayor, pacing the floor and appearing cursed by the disasterous Floyd | plague of nonsense that has beset his town, ignores the decree. | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "out" | |||||
Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | Public Square Floyd | Floyd | You're in the public square. Facing one edge of the square stands an Floyd | impressive looking neo-colonial town house, which is decoratively Floyd | fronted by a row of laurel bushes. Floyd | Floyd | In the middle of the public square stands a thick, ten feet tall stump Floyd | of a tree. Attached to the stump is a sheet of paper. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "give beer to mayor" | |||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x house" | |||||
Floyd | There's nothing noteworthy about the town house. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "x stump" | |||||
Floyd | On the tree stump you see laws of the land. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "give a stump speech" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "speech."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stand on stump" | |||||
Floyd | There's no utility in doing that. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search bushes" | |||||
Floyd | Beating around the bush, you come upon a ticket stub enmeshed in the Floyd | dense lower branches of the laurel. You pick it up and dust it off. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x ticket" | |||||
Floyd | The ticket is issued by the First Church of the Heavenly Ferris Wheel, Floyd | the foremost religious institution in town. It decrees one blessing to Floyd | be given by the bearer of the ticket to any individual. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "in" | |||||
Floyd | As you approach the column-lined town house through the path dividing Floyd | the well-manicured lawn, you are overcome with fear and trembling and Floyd | are forced to turn back toward the square. It seems the idea of Floyd | entering such a reviled house of corruption with a blessing is Floyd | spiritually and realistically impossible. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "remove diguise" | |||||
Floyd | [I don't know the word "diguise."] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "remove disguise" | |||||
Floyd | You remove the disguise. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put blessing in disguise" | |||||
Floyd | Sure enough, now you've got a blessing in disguise. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "ha ha" | ||||
| schep says, "aha" | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "give blessing in disguise" | |||||
Floyd | [That sentence isn't one I recognize.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "in" | |||||
Floyd | Furtively, you pass through the yard into the town house. Floyd | Floyd | Lobby Floyd | Floyd | This is the lobby of the town hall, looking stately and deeply Floyd | lacquered. A boldly impressive staircase leads up. The main focus of Floyd | attention in the lobby is an imposing, ornately framed document hanging Floyd | on the wall. Floyd | Floyd | The mayor, wearing a white terry cloth robe with his initials stitched Floyd | on it, is here pacing the floor and looking very philosophically Floyd | concerned with the Big Problems of Our Time. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "give blessing in disguise to mayor" | |||||
Floyd | [There were too many nouns in that sentence.] Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| schep says (to Floyd), "bless mayor" | |||||
Floyd | The air surrounding the mayor gradually turns pure and bright. An Floyd | expansive campaign-smile spreads across his face as he bathes in the Floyd | saintliness of the blessing bestowed. As the halo effect fades, it Floyd | seems to have lifted away the dread weight of the mayor's burdens. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "l" | |||||
Floyd | Lobby Floyd | Floyd | This is the lobby of the town hall, looking stately and deeply Floyd | lacquered. A boldly impressive staircase leads up. The main focus of Floyd | attention in the lobby is an imposing, ornately framed document hanging Floyd | on the wall. Floyd | Floyd | The mayor, wearing a white terry cloth robe with his initials stitched Floyd | on it, is here pacing the floor and looking very philosophically Floyd | concerned with the Big Problems of Our Time. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "give decree to mayor" | |||||
Floyd | The mayor, finally convinced of the worthiness of the decree, breaks Floyd | into a broad smile and slaps you endearingly on the back, nearly Floyd | causing whiplash. He grabs the scrap of paper and signs it Floyd | perfunctorily. He leaves, happily. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x decree" | |||||
Floyd | The decree would outlaw all language play in town. There is a line at Floyd | the bottom for the mayor's signature. Floyd | Floyd | > | |||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "rest on laurel" | |||||
Floyd | With dreamy slowness you begin to fall back upon your laurels for the Floyd | long, soulful respite you have so well deserved. In the enclave of your Floyd | dreams the clarion voice of a herald is given forum: Floyd | Floyd | "We, the members of the Citizens' Action Committee of Punster, do Floyd | hereby honor your exploits in delivering our town of the nefarious Floyd | crime of wordplay. Punster has once again returned to a life of Floyd | trusting normalcy. Floyd | Floyd | For the McCleary Farm, the cows have truly come home. Audiences once Floyd | again revel in the gift of laughter. A pretty girl is rescued from the Floyd | brink of tragedy. You have made our town safe for shopping. The Teapot Floyd | Cafe is a homey hearth and nourishment to our supping folk. A house for Floyd | guests has gained back its repute. A neighboring town must no longer Floyd | live down its name. Floyd | Floyd | In gratitude to your selfless dedication to our humble town, we present Floyd | you with the Key to the City. May it unlock all the doors for you along Floyd | life's path." Floyd | Floyd | You fall still further into deep and luxurious sleep. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to start over, restore a saved position, or end this Floyd | session of the game? Floyd | (Type RESTART, RESTORE, or QUIT): > | inky says, "hmm" | ||||
| inky says, "aha" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says, "You know this game is fictional because religion is useful." | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says (to Floyd), "score" | |||||
Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to start over, restore a saved position, or end this Floyd | session of the game? Floyd | (Type RESTART, RESTORE, or QUIT): > | schep says, "that is the trolliest thing I have heard all week." | ||||
| schep says, "thanks all for the game." | |||||
| schep has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | inuredbyheavyrain asks, "Was this the ending, or a death?" | ||||
| inky says, "seems like we won" | |||||
| inky says, "at least, I am calling it good" | |||||
| DavidW says, "yeah, we won" | |||||
| inuredbyheavyrain says, "Thanks, this was a very enjoyable game and experience, and I hope to return next week." | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says, "I'll be away next week, so someone else will need to pick the game then. :-)" | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says, "And I did enjoy playing it in a group, moreso than I would have solo, I think." | |||||
| DavidW says, "I think the group helps a lot with that restaurant section, where it's hard to think of all the sayings." | |||||
| canadianpuzzler says, "True." | |||||
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