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| Jacqueline says (to ggg), "Thank you. Thankyouthankyouthankyou" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl exclaims, "No worries. Feel better!" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "So, here's the thing. I've been noticing some random disconnects even when logged on via the surver, so please just keep an eye out for Perry disappearing. He probably won't, but it's a possibility. I need to show vimes some logs of the disconnects to see what's up." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Ok." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Thank you. Please apologize to folks for me. I think I'm going to go curl up." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Change of plans: Jacq isn't feeling well, so we're going to postpone "The Play." So please come with suggestions =)" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | genericgeekgirl asks, "Hm. Any interest?" | |||
| Tale says, "I won't be here." | ||||
| vimes says, "i am, as always, often entertained to watch but rarely have the attention to commit to playing" | ||||
| Ellison arrives, ready to play with the toys. | olethros says, "I am somewhat busy" | |||
| olethros says, "sw" | ||||
| olethros arrives, full of fun and funk. | olethros says, "but here I am" | |||
| Ellison says, "hmm..." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "No worries. It doesn't look like she'd announced it anyway, so maybe people thought it wasn't happening. I'll hang out for a bit and see what happens." | ||||
| olethros has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | DavidW recaps and (sad face) re: ill Jacqueline. | |||
| vimes arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | Tale says, "Play one of her games. The script'll cheer her up!" | |||
| DavidW arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | DavidW says, "oh right, I forgot it was game time." | |||
| DavidW says, "I will never get used to it being this ruddy early." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Tale), "I'm not sure, but I think most of Jacqueline's games have been played by ClubFloyd already, except maybe Things." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Club Floyd: Jacqueline Speed IF edition." | ||||
| Ellison says, "that would be pretty funny" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "so... any suggestions in particular?" | ||||
| Ellison says, "I'm not sure I have the attention span right now to really contribute to anything, so I can't really suggest anything" | ||||
| Floyd taps his feet | ||||
| Floyd pushes Mike Tyson, but Tyson refuses to budge. Tyson pushes back, and delivers a punch that sends Floyd sprawling to the floor. | ||||
| Floyd puts a quarter in the jukebox, and it starts playing 'Spaced' by The Smashing Pumpkins. | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "load thing" | ||||
Floyd | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0. Floyd | Floyd | tadsr - A text-only TADS 2.5.10 Interpreter. Floyd | Copyright (c) 1993, 2006 by Michael J. Roberts. Floyd | Floyd | THINGS Floyd | a SpeedIF >= 20 entry (as few nouns as possible) Floyd | by Sam Kabo Ashwell and Jacqueline Lott Floyd | Floyd | Mountainous Pretty Encompassing Thing Floyd | All around you, mountainous unimplemented things rise up into the Floyd | lofty heavenly unimplemented thing. Beneath your pedal things, the Floyd | well-worn linear pedestrian unimplemented thing descends into the lower Floyd | geographically interstitial unimplemented thing. Nestled among the Floyd | rocky unimplemented things, a notably implemented rustic wooden Floyd | structural sheltering thing awaits. It looks promisingly warm. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "omg, it's full of things" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says, "I don't know how much time I have, but I'm gonna go with the "Jacq Speed IF" idea for a little bit. She can choose to scrap the transcripts if she wishes :)" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I've played Things before. It's a fun thing." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Since they have all been played, except possibly the one that I can't find in Floyd.. (the Speed-IF Introcomp games)" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I can upload the missing one if I have it." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl asks, "[LINK] ?" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | Tired and weary from your ambulatory thing through the mountainous Floyd | things, you would very much like to get into the rustic structural Floyd | thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a locking / unlocking thing and manual insulating things. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x locking thing" | ||||
Floyd | This is the thing by which you intend to access the rustic structural Floyd | thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| TheXenographer arrives, ready to play with the toys. | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x insulating things" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "things". Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "yes, I have it. What code name should I use for that?" | |||
| DavidW asks, "'velocitas'?" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Sure." | ||||
| TheXenographer says, "Hi guys" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Hey, Xenographer." | ||||
| DavidW says, "hi Xeno" | ||||
| TheXenographer asks, "What are we playing?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "'Things'. Jacqueline is feelin' poorly today, so we're doing whatever we want, more or less." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Right now I have Jacqueline's "Things" loaded up. DW is going to add "In Search of Velocitas fictus" for us." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x manual thing" | ||||
Floyd | Some warm and rather moxious things designed to cover and warm your Floyd | manual things. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "wear manual thing" | ||||
Floyd | Okay, you're now wearing the manual insulating things. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "ok, it should be there now." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Awesome, thanks." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Mountainous Pretty Encompassing Thing Floyd | All around you, mountainous unimplemented things rise up into the Floyd | lofty heavenly unimplemented thing. Beneath your pedal things, the Floyd | well-worn linear pedestrian unimplemented thing descends into the lower Floyd | geographically interstitial unimplemented thing. Nestled among the Floyd | rocky unimplemented things, a notably implemented rustic wooden Floyd | structural sheltering thing awaits. It looks promisingly warm. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x pedal thing" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "pedal". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x rustic" | ||||
Floyd | Within this wooden structural sheltering thing you know there to be Floyd | essential things, including soft horizontal things to sleep upon, Floyd | warming things and (most importantly) potable alcoholic things. Yet it Floyd | is locked against you. Floyd | Floyd | Around its lower structural thing, interesting short vegetable things Floyd | grow. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x vegetable" | ||||
Floyd | It is glaucous and glabrous. Using your immense botanical epistemic Floyd | retaining thing, you conclude that the vegetable thing is a herbal Floyd | thing that possesses efficacious purgative ensuant things! Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says (to Xeno), "You haven't missed anything; we just started." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "unlock rustic" | ||||
Floyd | Your manual things are so cold from the mountainous atmospheric thing Floyd | that on attempting to unlock the wooden structural thing, you fumble Floyd | the locking / unlocking thing and it falls to the flat underfoot Floyd | things. Floyd | Floyd | A triumphant trilling auditory thing breaks the pristine absence of Floyd | other auditory things, and a hoary sciuromorphic thing appears! With Floyd | shiny optical things of evil, it pounces upon your locking / unlocking Floyd | thing and ingests it forthwith! Floyd | Floyd | Oh no! Socially inappropriate verbal thing! How ever will you, the Floyd | bold adventurous protagonistic thing, retrieve your locking / unlocking Floyd | thing? Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl exclaims, "Oh no!" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x hoary" | ||||
Floyd | A furry, cute yet dastardly sciuromorphic thing, which has lately Floyd | swallowed your prized thing by which locked things are rendered Floyd | unlocked (and vice versa). It is notably hoary. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "pet hoary" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "pet". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take vegetable" | ||||
Floyd | You pluck a relatively small thing of the vegetable things. You now Floyd | have a plucked herbal thing! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "eat vegetable" | ||||
Floyd | The short vegetable thing doesn't appear appetizing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "bash hoary over head with vegetable" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "bash". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open hoary" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know how to open the hoary sciuromorphic thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search hoary" | ||||
Floyd | There's nothing in the hoary sciuromorphic thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "give vegetable to hoary" | ||||
Floyd | You're not carrying the short vegetable thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh yes there is" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have manual insulating things (being worn) and a plucked herbal Floyd | thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "give plucked to hoary" | ||||
Floyd | You seize the hoary sciuromorphic thing and force the herbal things Floyd | into its oral thing! You hold its struggling furry corporeal thing Floyd | against your corporeal thing and stroke its tubular peristaltic thing Floyd | until it swallows. As you release it, it viciously bites your manual Floyd | thing! Ow! Floyd | Floyd | The hoary sciuromorphic thing trills nauseously. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "smell vegetable" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | The hoary sciuromorphic thing looks a little queasy. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says (to ggg), "You did the right thing." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | Eww! The hoary sciuromorphic thing violently defecates! Your locking Floyd | / unlocking thing is returned, albeit somewhat icky! Floyd | Floyd | > | Ellison says, "oh, yeah, this game. originally, I couldn't be bothered to actually write descriptions for everything in my WIP. I mentioned that to Jacqueline and she was like, yeah? I wrote a whole game of placeholder text!" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Ew." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x locking thing" | ||||
Floyd | This is the thing by which you intend to access the rustic structural Floyd | thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take locking thing" | ||||
Floyd | You carefully retrieve the locking / unlocking thing, and thoughtfully Floyd | wipe your manual insulating things on the hoary sciumorphic thing Floyd | afterwards. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "gag" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "gag". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "unlock rustic" | ||||
Floyd | Once again you insert the locking / unlocking thing into the thing Floyd | which was made to accept it, and carefully unlock it. The flat wooden Floyd | thing sealing the thing by which you may enter swings aside, its Floyd | articulated metal things creaking! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "in" | ||||
Floyd | An emotionally satisfying thing swells in your metaphysical personal Floyd | thing as you stride through the thing for entering or exiting the Floyd | rustic structural thing. You light and stoke the heating thing, crack Floyd | open a glass thing containing alcholic things, kick off your pedal Floyd | insulating things, collapse onto the horizontal soft thing and rest. Floyd | Floyd | After a relaxing slumbrous thing, you awake refreshed and warm, and Floyd | continue merrily on your ambulatory thing through the mountainous Floyd | things. Hooray, you win the interactive thing! Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** The End *** Floyd | Floyd | You may restore a saved game, start over, quit, or undo the current Floyd | command. Floyd | Floyd | enter RESTORE, RESTART, QUIT, or UNDO: > | genericgeekgirl says, "That was cute." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "quit" | ||||
| Floyd asks, "That game over already? It was just getting good. Wanna play another?" | genericgeekgirl says, "On to new things :)" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "load velocitas" | ||||
Floyd | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Saturday, 25 August, 2007 Floyd | Floyd | I have already written much. Volumes, in fact, but now that I am here, Floyd | standing on the brink of discovery - and I truly feel that I am indeed Floyd | on the cusp - I think it only appropriate that I look back down the Floyd | path which has brought me to this moment. As I sit here, next to the Floyd | fantastic glass pyramid of the Cour Napoleon at the Louvre, waiting to Floyd | rendezvous with Professeur LeFou, I am tingling with anticipation... Floyd | Floyd | ...perhaps all hope is not lost for the North American Velocitas Floyd | fictus. Perhaps. Floyd | Floyd | In the beginning, when our scientists first began to keep records, the Floyd | population of V. fictus was thriving. The number of specimens counted Floyd | during population surveys increased each year - until a peak population Floyd | survey of fourteen individuals was counted in 2001. And since that Floyd | time, populations of V. fictus have not only dropped - they've Floyd | plummeted. Now, thus far in 2007, none have been sited in North Floyd | America. Habitat loss? Carrying capacity exceeded? Too much worry Floyd | and consternation over how long it will take to port interactive Floyd | fiction interpreters to the iPhone? Or perhaps a new exotic and Floyd | possibly invasive species, Corpus exquisitus fictus, has simply pushed Floyd | V. fictus out of its ecological niche. The theories and debates have Floyd | been unending. But I... I alone have tried to remain above the flames, Floyd | sought to lower the signal-to-noise ratio. I alone have toiled for the Floyd | answer. It has been a lonely journey. A journey which has brought me Floyd | here... Floyd | Floyd | In Search of Velocitas fictus Floyd | A pseudo-serious (not really) SpeedIF by Jacqueline A. Lott Floyd | Release 2 / Serial number 070826 / Inform 7 build 4U65 (I6/v6.31 lib Floyd | 6/11N) Floyd | Floyd | Le Cour Napoleon Floyd | Professeur LeFou stated in his e-mail that he would meet you here, near Floyd | the famous glass pyramid, at about this time. He should be here any Floyd | moment. Floyd | Floyd | (NOTE: First time players of this game might want to type "about," and Floyd | if you ever get stuck, you can get a walkthrough by typing "hint." Floyd | Amusez-vous!) Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "You can tell that was co-written by maga." | |||
| DavidW says, "(the previous game)" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "about" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > What possessed me to write this game Floyd | Credits and Acknowledgements Floyd | (SPOILERS) A Walkthrough, if you're really stuck Floyd | (SPOILERS) Amusing things you could try | ||||
| genericgeekgirl pushes the green 'space' button. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | This is a work of SpeedIF. SpeedIFs are intentionally written in a Floyd | very short period of time; the "rule" used to be that you wrote a Floyd | SpeedIF in two hours or less, but that is a rule to which few coders Floyd | actually adhere. This game was written in about seven hours, though Floyd | honestly most of that time was spent relearning how to code. Floyd | Floyd | This game was written for SpeedIF IntroComp, a SpeedIF that was Floyd | coordinated to coincide with the weekend of the IntroComp2007 awards Floyd | ceremony, but which otherwise had nothing whatsoever to do with Floyd | IntroComp. The premise of this particular SpeedIF is as follows: Floyd | Floyd | The dastardly Francophones have stolen the Spirit of Speed-IF; now, our Floyd | hero must journey to a francophone land in order to retrieve it. Bonus Floyd | points for including a T'ang dynasty ashtray, a preserved homunculus, Floyd | phlogiston, an especially fearsome goat, the taste of defeat, and/or Floyd | 9-dimensional creme brulee. Floyd | Floyd | Basically, the anglophone IF community hadn't done a single SpeedIF in Floyd | 2007, but then we noticed the francophone IF community held a SpeedIF, Floyd | and so in good fun we decided to let them inspire us a bit. Floyd | Floyd | One last caveat: I adore the French people, their culture and language, Floyd | and this was just written in good fun within the constraints given for Floyd | the SpeedIF. Floyd | Floyd | I hope you enjoy it. If you notice any show-stopping bugs, I can be Floyd | reached at Jacqueline.A.Lott@gmail.com Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Please press SPACE to continue. | DavidW asks, "btw, is 'velocitas fictus' the Latin for 'speed-if'?" | |||
| genericgeekgirl handwaves. "Sort of." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl pushes the green 'space' button. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > What possessed me to write this game Floyd | Credits and Acknowledgements Floyd | (SPOILERS) A Walkthrough, if you're really stuck Floyd | (SPOILERS) Amusing things you could try Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > What possessed me to write this game Floyd | Credits and Acknowledgements Floyd | (SPOILERS) A Walkthrough, if you're really stuck Floyd | (SPOILERS) Amusing things you could try | ||||
| genericgeekgirl presses the yellow enter button. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | This is a work of SpeedIF. SpeedIFs are intentionally written in a Floyd | very short period of time; the "rule" used to be that you wrote a Floyd | SpeedIF in two hours or less, but that is a rule to which few coders Floyd | actually adhere. This game was written in about seven hours, though Floyd | honestly most of that time was spent relearning how to code. Floyd | Floyd | This game was written for SpeedIF IntroComp, a SpeedIF that was Floyd | coordinated to coincide with the weekend of the IntroComp2007 awards Floyd | ceremony, but which otherwise had nothing whatsoever to do with Floyd | IntroComp. The premise of this particular SpeedIF is as follows: Floyd | Floyd | The dastardly Francophones have stolen the Spirit of Speed-IF; now, our Floyd | hero must journey to a francophone land in order to retrieve it. Bonus Floyd | points for including a T'ang dynasty ashtray, a preserved homunculus, Floyd | phlogiston, an especially fearsome goat, the taste of defeat, and/or Floyd | 9-dimensional creme brulee. Floyd | Floyd | Basically, the anglophone IF community hadn't done a single SpeedIF in Floyd | 2007, but then we noticed the francophone IF community held a SpeedIF, Floyd | and so in good fun we decided to let them inspire us a bit. Floyd | Floyd | One last caveat: I adore the French people, their culture and language, Floyd | and this was just written in good fun within the constraints given for Floyd | the SpeedIF. Floyd | Floyd | I hope you enjoy it. If you notice any show-stopping bugs, I can be Floyd | reached at Jacqueline.A.Lott@gmail.com Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Please press SPACE to continue. | genericgeekgirl asks, "Hm. How do I get back?" | |||
| genericgeekgirl pushes the green 'space' button. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > What possessed me to write this game Floyd | Credits and Acknowledgements Floyd | (SPOILERS) A Walkthrough, if you're really stuck Floyd | (SPOILERS) Amusing things you could try Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > What possessed me to write this game Floyd | Credits and Acknowledgements Floyd | (SPOILERS) A Walkthrough, if you're really stuck Floyd | (SPOILERS) Amusing things you could try | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "q" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Le Cour Napoleon Floyd | You stand near the central entrance pyramid of the Musee du Louvre, a Floyd | steel and glass structure rising over twenty meters into the air. Floyd | Floyd | Tourists mill around you, but you try to keep an eye out for Professeur Floyd | LeFou, who said he would be wearing a beret and a black and white Floyd | striped shirt. To avoid confusion, because so many Frenchmen Floyd | apparently dress like this, he stated that he would also carry a bottle Floyd | of red wine, some cheese, and a baguette. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Ah. Wasn't sure that would work here." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | You're looking your best. In fact, you sort of have that Floyd | sexy-librarian thing going on that all the IF boys seem to adore. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Hee." | |||
| DavidW says, "yeah, the menu commands are still p, n, and q." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl ties her hair up into a bun. | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Le Cour Napoleon Floyd | You stand near the central entrance pyramid of the Musee du Louvre, a Floyd | steel and glass structure rising over twenty meters into the air. Floyd | Floyd | Tourists mill around you, but you try to keep an eye out for Professeur Floyd | LeFou, who said he would be wearing a beret and a black and white Floyd | striped shirt. To avoid confusion, because so many Frenchmen Floyd | apparently dress like this, he stated that he would also carry a bottle Floyd | of red wine, some cheese, and a baguette. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Don't forget the glasses!" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says, "I've always got those :)" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x louvre" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x tourists" | ||||
Floyd | People bustle to and fro, some are professionals, most are tourists, Floyd | some of them are Americans who stick out like sore thumbs. You try to Floyd | blend in between some unobnoxious, quiet French people and a potted Floyd | plant, until you realize that Professeur LeFou might not notice you Floyd | hiding there. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x xyzzy" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x plant" | ||||
Floyd | It is a very nice potted plant. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search plant" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | A tall, thin man with an equally thin moustache separates himself from Floyd | the crowd. As promised in his e-mail, he is wearing a striped shirt Floyd | and a black beret, and - to distinguish himself clearly from among the Floyd | other Frenchmen - he carries a bottle of red wine, some cheese, and a Floyd | baguette. Just to be truly unique, he also has a croissant. You are Floyd | fairly certain that this must be Professeur LeFou, when he speaks and Floyd | removes all doubt... Floyd | Floyd | "You. You must be ze lovely one zat zey 'ave told me about, hm? I Floyd | 'ave eenjoyed all our correspondence electronique, ma chou." All your Floyd | bookish sensibility flies out the window, and you manage little more Floyd | than a school girl giggle in reply. Floyd | Floyd | "Ma cherie, I 'ave somezing pour vous. Let me take you to a secret Floyd | place, where I can tell you everyzing." Floyd | Floyd | He tosses aside the burden of his food and wine and holds out his hand. Floyd | Still tittering with girlish laughter and mesmerized by his incredible Floyd | charm, you take his strong, masculine hand and he leads you into the Floyd | pyramid, down into the museum, through a series of twisty little Floyd | passages, all alike, eventually to a darkened hallway where he enters a Floyd | well-concealed door. Pulling you through the doorway, you have just Floyd | enough time to figure out that this isn't a research lab it's a... a Floyd | broom closet?! | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | The door slams shut and darkness falls. You can no longer see Floyd | "Professeur LeFou," but you can smell his cologne and feel his hot Floyd | breath on your cheek. Floyd | Floyd | "Ma puce, ma petite, 'ow I 'ave burned for zis moment togezer..." You Floyd | feel his weight press against you, pushing you backward toward the Floyd | wall, where you clumsily and somewhat painfully fall against what feels Floyd | like some shelving. You reach out a hand to steady yourself, and your Floyd | fingers wrap themselves around a fairly heavy object, which you take. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "bash man" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x object" | ||||
Floyd | It's just a heavy object of some sort - the shape feels familiar, but Floyd | you can't quite place it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "hit man with object" | ||||
Floyd | LE SMACK! You nail the amorous Frenchman up the side of the head. He Floyd | collapses limply to the floor. Floyd | Floyd | "What's that you say, Creepy French Guy? Tastes like defeat? You bet Floyd | it does." Floyd | Floyd | Odd thing - you could swear that, as he fell, you heard something roll Floyd | across the floor. You get down on your hands and knees and, after a Floyd | bit of searching, come up with a tiny flashlight... merci a dieu! Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl :) | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a flashlight Floyd | a heavy object Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x flashlight" | ||||
Floyd | A tiny flashlight, which must have fallen out of "LeFou's" pocket when Floyd | he fell to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | The flashlight is currently switched off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "turn on flashlight" | ||||
Floyd | You switch the flashlight on. Floyd | Floyd | Broom Closet Floyd | You are in a medium-sized broom closet somewhere in the Musee du Floyd | Louvre. Well, it reminds you of a broom closet but now that the lights Floyd | are on you honestly don't see any booms. Or cleaning supplies, for Floyd | that matter. Just a bunch of junk. and clutter. Floyd | Floyd | You can see the man you mistook for Professeur LeFou here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "kick man" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search man" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest on "LeFou's" person. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x man" | ||||
Floyd | "Professeur LeFou" lies on the floor, lifeless and growing colder by Floyd | the second. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x junk" | ||||
Floyd | You search through the odds and ends. It seems to be the sort of Floyd | eclectic stuff you could reasonably find in a broom closet at the Musee Floyd | du Louvre... there's a magazine on how to tame the fearsome wild Floyd | mountain goats found in the remote reaches of Southeastern Alaska, and Floyd | a seemingly ancient manuscript by some guy named Becher about a fifth Floyd | fiery element called "phlogiston" that makes things burn, and... Floyd | Floyd | Wait, what's this?! A teeny, tiny man. A homunculus, if you will. He Floyd | seems to be seated at a very small computer. As you stare at him in Floyd | amazement, the homunculus notices you, "Oh, hello. Gosh, you're not an Floyd | American, are you? I've been stuffed in this closet forever, but I've Floyd | been using the time as much as I can to write speed IFs. Want to play Floyd | some of them> They're really quite terrible..." Floyd | Floyd | "You... you're a... you're a Velocitas fictus!" you stammer. Floyd | Floyd | "Well, that's my Latin name. And I take it you're a... wait, let me Floyd | guess... Homo sapien? Do you like IF?" Floyd | Floyd | You can't believe it. You missed your meeting with LeFou, had to fight Floyd | off that creepy imposter, and you figured your quest had failed. But Floyd | here he is - a tiny ray of hope in a dingy, grimy broom closet. "How Floyd | 'bout I buy you some 9-dimensional creme brulee, then we head back to Floyd | America, little coder?" you ask. Floyd | Floyd | His tiny smile is all the answer you need. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** Hooray! You have found the Velocitas fictus! *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, or QUIT? Floyd | > | Ellison says, "wow" | |||
| DavidW says, "eep. Didn't mean to end the game so soon." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Haha. No worries." | ||||
| TheXenographer says, "I don't think it could have been prolonged much, anyway." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "undo" | DavidW says, "There's 'invisargo', which is another quick one." | |||
Floyd | Broom Closet Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | But you aren't in anything at the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Broom Closet Floyd | You are in a medium-sized broom closet somewhere in the Musee du Floyd | Louvre. Well, it reminds you of a broom closet but now that the lights Floyd | are on you honestly don't see any booms. Or cleaning supplies, for Floyd | that matter. Just a bunch of junk. and clutter. Floyd | Floyd | You can see the man you mistook for Professeur LeFou here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "quit" | ||||
Floyd | Are you sure you want to quit? | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "y" | ||||
Floyd | | ||||
| Floyd asks, "That game over already? It was just getting good. Wanna play another?" | genericgeekgirl says, "Was just curious, but unlikely that anything extra was implemented in a Speed IF." | |||
| DavidW says, "'booms'" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "load dewdrops" | ||||
Floyd | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Darkness; below, percussion throbs softly. You shift from foot to foot, Floyd | conscious of too much open space around you. Floyd | Floyd | Ahead and on either side, the voice of the chorus rises; as they speak, Floyd | the lights slowly go up. Floyd | Floyd | CHORUS: Floyd | Now does the hour grow close; where feet lack time, Floyd | And Spaniards rage before the Cockrel's gate, Floyd | The condemned sinner, soul turned sick of vice, Floyd | Shall craft before your eyes most unclean magics, Floyd | Open him a gate to Hell's black womb, Floyd | Release demons, and bid them convey Floyd | Our heroes to fair France; there to signal Floyd | Embattl'd men to a final desperate measure. Floyd | The final act is begun; the play is in your hands. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Within a Wreath of Dewdrops Floyd | or, A Poisoned Zenith Floyd | A play by Alphonse de l'Entaille Floyd | For 24 Hours of Inform '04 Floyd | Copyright (c) 2004, 2005 Floyd | Floyd | For acknowledgments, hints, and miscellanea, type "about" Floyd | Floyd | The author can be contacted at alphonse.de.l.entaille@gmail.com Floyd | Floyd | Release 1 / Serial number 050115 / Inform v6.21 Library 6/10 Floyd | Floyd | Stage (A German Forest) Floyd | You are onstage, a wide expanse of blank floor facing onto darkness. Floyd | Nestled behind a curtain's edge is the exit leading offstage. Floyd | Floyd | The backdrop features an unconvincing painting of pine-covered Floyd | mountains and a dark, ominous sky in which a double-headed eagle is Floyd | carrying off a schnitzel. Floyd | Floyd | [ To go backstage, type 'backstage' or simply 'bs' ] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "ah, this one. This will take a little bit of creative thinking." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | You are currently out of character. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ic" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl :P darn | |||
| TheXenographer says (to Floyd), "monologue" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "what was 'ic' supposed to do?" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Puts you "in character" on RP mucks." | ||||
| TheXenographer says, "Make the PC be in character, I'm guessing" | ||||
| DavidW says, "huh" | ||||
| Ellison says, "ha ha" | ||||
| DavidW says, "Anyway, I've played this one before, so I should be quiet unless hints are wanted." | ||||
| TheXenographer says, "Should we go backstage? We might need to get into costume or something" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x backdrop" | ||||
Floyd | The backdrop features an unconvincing painting of pine-covered Floyd | mountains and a dark, ominous sky in which a double-headed eagle is Floyd | carrying off a schnitzel. Floyd | Floyd | CHORUS: Floyd | The hour draws close when France shall rise or fall; Floyd | The board writhes to last moves; alone, each piece is lost. Floyd | Each has emerged, as we've shown by our Art; Floyd | Our three are gathered: each must fill their part. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Yeah" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "backstage" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Backstage Floyd | A room of indefinite size, hemmed in with high curtains, hanging ropes, Floyd | and cluttered with wardrobes and make-up tables. Various props lie Floyd | scattered about the room. Through the curtains, an entrance leads Floyd | onstage. Floyd | Floyd | On one wall, someone has hung a flyer. Floyd | Floyd | [ To go back onstage, type 'onstage' or simply 'os' ] Floyd | Floyd | You can see a cloth, a petticoat, a stick and a board here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x flyer" | ||||
Floyd | A flyer is plastered across one wall: Floyd | Floyd | ____________________________________________________ Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | THE ROYAL DE L'ENTAILLE SOCIETY Floyd | Floyd | presents Floyd | Floyd | *** WITHIN A WREATH OF DEWDROPS *** Floyd | Floyd | * JOHN ACTOR as MAURICE * EVA ZAHA as ELISE * Floyd | Floyd | * and DUSTIN Q. CELEBRITY as THE WIZARD MCFAUD * Floyd | Floyd | ____________________________________________________ Floyd | Floyd | At the center of the advertisement is a dramatic painting of a Floyd | rapier-waving hero and a heaving-bodiced heroine, with a city on fire Floyd | behind them. It's all rather exciting, really. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl exclaims, "Exciting!" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take all" | ||||
Floyd | cloth: Taken. Floyd | petticoat: Taken. Floyd | stick: Taken. Floyd | board: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| TheXenographer says (to Floyd), "x cloth" | ||||
Floyd | It's a rectangle of cloth, so worn-out from being dyed, bleached and Floyd | redyed that you are no longer able to make out what its colour is. Over Floyd | the years it has seen service as a loin cloth, a pirate's sail, a Floyd | shroud, the ghost of Hamlet's father, and as a poorly-rendered special Floyd | effect of falling leaves. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| TheXenographer says (to Floyd), "x petticoat" | ||||
Floyd | A somewhat threadbare old petticoat, still holding together well enough Floyd | for the crumbling lace to look delicate and tantalising from a Floyd | distance. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "wear petticoat" | ||||
Floyd | After a moment or two of hopping about, you work your way into the Floyd | petticoat. Concentrating, you stick your chest out, stand contrapposto Floyd | and bat your eyelashes. You're now in character. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "We are pretty now." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x stick" | ||||
Floyd | A light but sturdy stick, about a metre and a half long. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x board" | ||||
Floyd | A wooden board, roughly square and about two and a half feet to a side. Floyd | A metal handle is affixed to the centre. It's been coated in dark Floyd | varnish to make it look a bit less like balsawood. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x props" | ||||
Floyd | The room is cluttered with any number of props, but none of them Floyd | particularly catch your eye. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x ropes" | ||||
Floyd | Ropes dangle mysteriously from far above. You've never gotten into the Floyd | technical side of theatre, and you're not precisely sure what any of Floyd | these ropes and pulleys actually do. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "pull rope" | ||||
Floyd | They seem to be rather firmly attached. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x table" | ||||
Floyd | The room is cluttered with any number of props, but none of them Floyd | particularly catch your eye. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "remove petticoat" | ||||
Floyd | You step out of the petticoat, and out of role. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "wear cloth" | ||||
Floyd | You swirl the cloth around your shoulders like a cloak, tilt your chin Floyd | upwards at an arrogant angle, and take a few strutting steps. After a Floyd | brief moment of concentration, you feel properly in character. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | You are playing the part of Captain Maurice Orignaux, honourable dandy Floyd | of the Paris City Guard. Equally capable of composing timeless sonnets Floyd | on the spur of the moment or slitting a Tartar's nose in a tavern Floyd | brawl, Maurice is generally considered to be Entaille's paradigmatic Floyd | hero. Some critics have defined this paradigm as 'a two-dimensional Floyd | pugilist in tight hose' but you have always considered Maurice a Floyd | character of many contradictions and shades of subtlety, brought out Floyd | most clearly in his banter with Carelio and Longuin in the famous Floyd | oyster-eating scene. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "remove cloth" | ||||
Floyd | You unfurl the cloth from your shoulders, and let yourself relax. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "wear petticoat" | ||||
Floyd | After a moment or two of hopping about, you work your way into the Floyd | petticoat. Concentrating, you stick your chest out, stand contrapposto Floyd | and bat your eyelashes. You're now in character. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | You are playing the part of Elise, a beautiful and chaste Floyd | garlic-farmer's daughter and the darling of the Paris garrison. Floyd | Scholars generally consider that the real-life Elise was a toothless Floyd | Gascon whore whose only significant achievement was inaccurately Floyd | throwing a rotten aubergine at Charles the Affable, but de l'Entaille Floyd | was much-given to careless research and intentional romanticising. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "remove petticoat" | ||||
Floyd | You step out of the petticoat, and out of role. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "carry sign" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Ellison says, "dang, that's a nice flyer layout" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "carry board" | ||||
Floyd | You already have that. Floyd | (You can type 'i' for an inventory of your possessions. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "carry shield" | ||||
Floyd | You already have that. Floyd | (You can type 'i' for an inventory of your possessions. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| TheXenographer says (to Floyd), "wear shield" | ||||
Floyd | It's not in your size, I'm afraid. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Trying to make it go "in character" for the last guy, which I assumed was the board and stick." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "wear stick" | ||||
Floyd | You can't wear that! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "drop petticoat" | ||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "drop cloth" | ||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | You are currently out of character. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a board Floyd | a stick Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| TheXenographer says (to Floyd), "brandish stick" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "wave stick" | ||||
Floyd | You feel a bit foolish waving the stick. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "act" | ||||
Floyd | Master thespian though you may be, there is no audience here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "wear petticoat" | ||||
Floyd | (first taking the petticoat) Floyd | After a moment or two of hopping about, you work your way into the Floyd | petticoat. Concentrating, you stick your chest out, stand contrapposto Floyd | and bat your eyelashes. You're now in character. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "drop stick" | ||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "drop board" | ||||
Floyd | You place the board upon the carpeting, handle-side up... it looks Floyd | suspiciously like a trapdoor! Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Huh" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open trapdoor" | ||||
Floyd | Excitedly, you open the trapdoor to reveal... carpet. How very Floyd | disappointing. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Not magic." | |||
| DavidW says, "The ... no, I shouldn't say." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "os" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stage (A German Forest) Floyd | You are onstage, a wide expanse of blank floor facing onto darkness. Floyd | Nestled behind a curtain's edge is the exit leading offstage. Floyd | Floyd | The backdrop features an unconvincing painting of pine-covered Floyd | mountains and a dark, ominous sky in which a double-headed eagle is Floyd | carrying off a schnitzel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "act" | ||||
Floyd | In order to convey your poetic pulchritude to the audience, you mime a Floyd | series of gracefully girlish actions: Lost In Innocent Pensiveness, Floyd | Delighted by a Pretty Bird, and Oh My, Sir, But I Couldn't. None of Floyd | these do a great deal to advance the plot, but you do succeed in making Floyd | yourself feel like a complete wet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "dance" | ||||
Floyd | What? You're a refined and delicate flower, not some thigh-flashing Floyd | dancehall slut! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "sing" | ||||
Floyd | Elise isn't given any songs in the original text, although there was a Floyd | fashion in the eighteenth century to write in lengthy and hideous Floyd | warblings for her, with titles like The Mistle-Thrush Sings In My Heart Floyd | and Sweetest Fondness. Thankfully, these died out with the appearance Floyd | of the theatre critic. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl exclaims, "Delicate and refined does not wear a petticoat as her entire costume!" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Hm. One sec." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "bs" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Backstage Floyd | A room of indefinite size, hemmed in with high curtains, hanging ropes, Floyd | and cluttered with wardrobes and make-up tables. Various props lie Floyd | scattered about the room. Through the curtains, an entrance leads Floyd | onstage. Floyd | Floyd | On one wall, someone has hung a flyer. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a 'trapdoor', a stick and a cloth here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take board" | ||||
Floyd | You put the rather disappointing 'trapdoor' back into your inventory of Floyd | props. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take all" | ||||
Floyd | stick: Taken. Floyd | cloth: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "os" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stage (A German Forest) Floyd | You are onstage, a wide expanse of blank floor facing onto darkness. Floyd | Nestled behind a curtain's edge is the exit leading offstage. Floyd | Floyd | The backdrop features an unconvincing painting of pine-covered Floyd | mountains and a dark, ominous sky in which a double-headed eagle is Floyd | carrying off a schnitzel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "drop board" | ||||
Floyd | You place the board upon the floor, handle-side up. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I'm assuming one is in a basic one-piece leotard or something." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open trapdoor" | ||||
Floyd | You pull open the trapdoor. Beneath, you can make out nothing but Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Whee." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stage (A German Forest) Floyd | You are onstage, a wide expanse of blank floor facing onto darkness. Floyd | Nestled behind a curtain's edge is the exit leading offstage. Floyd | Floyd | The backdrop features an unconvincing painting of pine-covered Floyd | mountains and a dark, ominous sky in which a double-headed eagle is Floyd | carrying off a schnitzel. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a trapdoor here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| TheXenographer says (to Floyd), "enter trapdoor" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| TheXenographer says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | As you step through the trapdoor, you sense movement in the inky black Floyd | around you; you are descending into darkness, with nothing underfoot, Floyd | but it feels as if wires are holding you up. Floyd | Floyd | Beneath the Stage in a Dark and Spooky Place Floyd | You are surrounded by darkness; nothing underfoot and a tiny light far Floyd | overhead. Something allows you to dangle in space; whenever you move, Floyd | you feel slight upwards pressure on your joints, and feel yourself sway Floyd | a little. Floyd | Floyd | A few feet from you, a wooden demon is hanging limply from his wires. Floyd | Floyd | > | TheXenographer says, "oh sorry, I should have asked before doing that" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says, "No worries." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x demon" | ||||
Floyd | At the very sight of the demon's hideous features, you are overcome by Floyd | the frailties of your sex and execute a commendable swoon. However, you Floyd | then take in a detail which gives you pause: the poor ickle thing has a Floyd | sandbag tied to its ankle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x sandbag" | ||||
Floyd | A substantial sandbag is tethered securely to the demon's ankle, just Floyd | out of reach. The wires suspending you limit your movement, and the Floyd | sandbag is dangling well below the demon. If you could just extend your Floyd | reach somehow... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "poke sandbag with stick" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "reach sandbag with stick" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cut sandbag" | ||||
Floyd | You poke and jab ineffectually at the sandbag to no avail. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "wear cape" | ||||
Floyd | It's a little difficult to attempt anything as involved as that when Floyd | you're hanging here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You attempt to descend further, but since you don't have any purchase Floyd | on anything, this proves impractical. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "up" | ||||
Floyd | You flail ineffectually at thin air. Although this does little, an Floyd | upward force at the top of your head seems to pull you upwards, back Floyd | toward the light. Floyd | Floyd | Stage (A German Forest) Floyd | You are onstage, a wide expanse of blank floor facing onto darkness. Floyd | Nestled behind a curtain's edge is the exit leading offstage. Floyd | Floyd | The backdrop features an unconvincing painting of pine-covered Floyd | mountains and a dark, ominous sky in which a double-headed eagle is Floyd | carrying off a schnitzel. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a trapdoor here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "remove petticoat" | ||||
Floyd | Costume changes onstage? This is experimental theatre, but there are Floyd | limits. It would perhaps be better to do that sort of thing backstage, Floyd | so as not to break the illusion. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Oops." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "bs" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Backstage Floyd | A room of indefinite size, hemmed in with high curtains, hanging ropes, Floyd | and cluttered with wardrobes and make-up tables. Various props lie Floyd | scattered about the room. Through the curtains, an entrance leads Floyd | onstage. Floyd | Floyd | On one wall, someone has hung a flyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | Ellison asks, "did you try 'untie'?" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Changing into guy who can maybe use sword." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "No, but we couldn't reach it from where we were." | ||||
| Ellison says, "ah, ok" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "remove petticoat" | ||||
Floyd | You step out of the petticoat, and out of role. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "wear cape" | ||||
Floyd | You swirl the cloth around your shoulders like a cloak, tilt your chin Floyd | upwards at an arrogant angle, and take a few strutting steps. After a Floyd | brief moment of concentration, you feel properly in character. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "What is the stick when we're the damsel?" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says, "I'm not sure. It just seemed to be a stick." | ||||
| TheXenographer says, "just a stick, I'd assume" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "os" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stage (A German Forest) Floyd | You are onstage, a wide expanse of blank floor facing onto darkness. Floyd | Nestled behind a curtain's edge is the exit leading offstage. Floyd | Floyd | The backdrop features an unconvincing painting of pine-covered Floyd | mountains and a dark, ominous sky in which a double-headed eagle is Floyd | carrying off a schnitzel. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a trapdoor here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "act" | ||||
Floyd | You strut up and down the stage, grinning roguishly, and wondering how Floyd | long you can keep this up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "sing" | ||||
Floyd | Your big song number, And I Waggled All Their Britches, was an act and Floyd | a half ago. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says (to Xeno), "It's best not to assume." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "dance" | ||||
Floyd | You beat out an impromptu tap-dance to buy time, but audible yawns from Floyd | the darkness cause you to reconsider. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "down" | ||||
Floyd | You open the trapdoor, revealing a dark hole that beckons to you in an Floyd | unpleasant manner. As you step cautiously through the trapdoor, you Floyd | sense movement in the inky black around you; you are descending into Floyd | darkness, with nothing underfoot, but it feels as if wires are holding Floyd | you up. Floyd | Floyd | Beneath the Stage in a Dark and Spooky Place Floyd | You are surrounded by darkness; nothing underfoot and a tiny light far Floyd | overhead. Something allows you to dangle in space; whenever you move, Floyd | you feel slight upwards pressure on your joints, and feel yourself sway Floyd | a little. Floyd | Floyd | A few feet from you, a wooden demon is hanging limply from his wires. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cut sandbag" | ||||
Floyd | With one swing of your blade, the rope is cut and the sandbag drops Floyd | away into empty darkness. The demon creakily shakes its leg. Floyd | Floyd | MAURICE: Floyd | Now I have honour, and thee, releas't, Floyd | Put up thy sword, most naughty beast! Floyd | Floyd | The demon swivels to face you, as if to respond; its lower jaw clatters Floyd | up and down. The only sound is of clacking wood and creaking wires. Floyd | Then it reaches above its head, clumsily selects a particular wire, and Floyd | yanks forcefully on it. You immediately find yourself being hauled Floyd | upwards... Floyd | Floyd | Stage (A German Forest) Floyd | You are onstage, a wide expanse of blank floor facing onto darkness. Floyd | Nestled behind a curtain's edge is the exit leading offstage. Floyd | Floyd | The backdrop features an unconvincing painting of pine-covered Floyd | mountains and a dark, ominous sky in which a double-headed eagle is Floyd | carrying off a schnitzel. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a trapdoor here. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Yay." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x script" | ||||
Floyd | The chorus are an omniscient lot who remain out of sight but are always Floyd | there to provide foreshadowing of things to come. Were it not for them, Floyd | you would most certainly have forgotten to raise your tunic at the Floyd | appropriate moment in The Stride of Hermes. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Hm." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||||
Floyd | You heard nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | CHORUS: Floyd | The noxious Teuton, by each saint accursed, Floyd | Prepareth now dark devilments; from Dis' black gut Floyd | He means to call forth monsters. Dare his hand Floyd | Unbar the gate that blessed hands did seal? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||||
Floyd | You heard nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "bow" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x shield" | ||||
Floyd | A bad imitation of a trapdoor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take shield" | ||||
Floyd | You pick up the trapdoor, which detaches from the floor with surprising Floyd | ease. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x shield" | ||||
Floyd | Your trusty shield. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x sword" | ||||
Floyd | Your trusty sword is ideally suited both to dispatching assailants and Floyd | to hanging from your hip at a rakish angle. Suspended disbelief has Floyd | kept its edge razor-sharp through four battles, a midnight duel, an Floyd | attempted suicide and the last-minute deflection of a well-aimed Floyd | chamber-pot. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "stab self" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "act" | ||||
Floyd | You strut up and down the stage, grinning roguishly, and wondering how Floyd | long you can keep this up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stage (A German Forest) Floyd | You are onstage, a wide expanse of blank floor facing onto darkness. Floyd | Nestled behind a curtain's edge is the exit leading offstage. Floyd | Floyd | The backdrop features an unconvincing painting of pine-covered Floyd | mountains and a dark, ominous sky in which a double-headed eagle is Floyd | carrying off a schnitzel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "drop board" | ||||
Floyd | You place the board upon the floor, handle-side up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "down" | ||||
Floyd | You start to open the trapdoor but a ferocious rumble makes you Floyd | reconsider; some people were not intended to meddle with the dark arts Floyd | on account of not knowing how to deal with a conjured demon. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Odd" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | You start to open the trapdoor but a ferocious rumble makes you Floyd | reconsider; some people were not intended to meddle with the dark arts Floyd | on account of not knowing how to deal with a conjured demon. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "I guess we need to become the wizard." | |||
| DavidW says, "mm" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "bs" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Backstage Floyd | A room of indefinite size, hemmed in with high curtains, hanging ropes, Floyd | and cluttered with wardrobes and make-up tables. Various props lie Floyd | scattered about the room. Through the curtains, an entrance leads Floyd | onstage. Floyd | Floyd | On one wall, someone has hung a flyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a cloak (being worn) Floyd | a sword Floyd | a petticoat Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Binder arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "wear petticoat" | ||||
Floyd | After a moment or two of hopping about, you work your way into the Floyd | petticoat. Hunching your shoulders over, clawing your fingers and Floyd | adopting a lecherous squint, you assume a new role. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "Really?" | |||
| DavidW says, "yup" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | You are playing the part of Herr Dr. Lysander Herculaneum Prufrock Floyd | Gramercy McFaud, German theological scholar and on first-names terms Floyd | with the Prince of Darkness. Originally your scheme was to ensnare Floyd | Elise, but the purity of her humble beauty laid a seed of doubt in your Floyd | black heart that was brilliantly explored in a long and profound Floyd | soliloquy at the close of Act IV. When Maurice appeared to rescue her, Floyd | you could no longer stomach the vileness of your existence and, though Floyd | doomed to Hell yourself, vowed to give aid to the heroes in an even Floyd | longer and more profound soliloquy in the middle of Act V. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "wear both to become the wizard" | |||
| genericgeekgirl asks, "I'm wearing a petticoat and a cape. That makes us a wizard?!?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "yes." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x wand" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x stick" | ||||
Floyd | You cut this staff from a blasted oak in a miserable October rainstorm, Floyd | and in a dark hour engraved deep symbols on its surface with a flint Floyd | knife to transform it into a Beacon of the Nether Gate, an abomination Floyd | before God whose very touch shrivels the humours. It also has a minor Floyd | hex on it that facilitates cheating at polo. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "os" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stage (A German Forest) Floyd | You are onstage, a wide expanse of blank floor facing onto darkness. Floyd | Nestled behind a curtain's edge is the exit leading offstage. Floyd | Floyd | The backdrop features an unconvincing painting of pine-covered Floyd | mountains and a dark, ominous sky in which a double-headed eagle is Floyd | carrying off a schnitzel. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a trapdoor here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "wave staff" | ||||
Floyd | You feel a bit foolish waving the staff. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "act" | ||||
Floyd | You hobble about, leering, wringing your hands and cackling softly in Floyd | appallingly bad Latin. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "sing" | ||||
Floyd | Your big song number, Oh, I Am So Atrocious was three scenes ago. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "dance" | ||||
Floyd | Although method-acting can yield invaluable insights into the Floyd | characters you portray, none of them involve what an octogenarian Floyd | German demonologist might consider a snappy dance. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "down" | ||||
Floyd | A thunder-machine roars offstage and the lights redden and dim. With a Floyd | burst of dry ice, a magnificent demon erupts from the trapdoor! You Floyd | clear your throat: the audience are due for some more of Entaille's Floyd | third-rate blank verse. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | BIKHRIR: Floyd | Why summons't thou me to this most bleak land, Floyd | Where men are virtuous and sausages plentiful? Floyd | Floyd | MCFAUD: Floyd | Did I not with thy master make of it a compact, Floyd | Binding your service to my hand's desire, Floyd | And can I not discard this if I will? Floyd | Floyd | BIKHRIR: Floyd | No; Floyd | It is signed, Lysander, Floyd | In the gore of your damned carcass. Floyd | Floyd | MCFAUD: Floyd | Then let my doom provide another's hope, Floyd | And at once to Paris these my friends convey. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Bikrir, grumbling loudly, stomps to the backdrop and, making a magic Floyd | pass, extracts a paint-bucket and brush. In a few moments, he has Floyd | coated the entire surface in a completely different talentless daub, Floyd | and springs back down the trapdoor. Floyd | Floyd | A second burst of dry ice signals his disappearance (and, incidentally, Floyd | that of the trapdoor also). Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x backdrop" | ||||
Floyd | The backdrop features a hastily-rendered painting of a medieval town, Floyd | complete with the Eiffel Tower, the Champs-Elysses, a vineyard and Floyd | Gerard Depardieu as an onion-selling cyclist. In the distance, the Floyd | flags of the invading Spanish wave menacingly. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Ooh. Scene change." | |||
| DavidW asks, "Amazing, isn't it?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "It's a confusing game but very clever." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "bs" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Backstage Floyd | A room of indefinite size, hemmed in with high curtains, hanging ropes, Floyd | and cluttered with wardrobes and make-up tables. Various props lie Floyd | scattered about the room. Through the curtains, an entrance leads Floyd | onstage. Floyd | Floyd | On one wall, someone has hung a flyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "remove cape" | ||||
Floyd | You unfurl the cloth from your shoulders. Concentrating, you stick your Floyd | chest out, stand contrapposto and bat your eyelashes. You're now in Floyd | character. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "os" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stage (The Walls of Paris) Floyd | You are onstage, a wide expanse of blank floor facing onto darkness. Floyd | Nestled behind a curtain's edge is the exit leading offstage. Floyd | Floyd | The backdrop features a hastily-rendered painting of a medieval town, Floyd | complete with the Eiffel Tower, the Champs-Elysses, a vineyard and Floyd | Gerard Depardieu as an onion-selling cyclist. In the distance, the Floyd | flags of the invading Spanish wave menacingly. Floyd | Floyd | > | Ellison says, "yeah, this is brilliant" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "act" | ||||
Floyd | In order to convey your poetic pulchritude to the audience, you mime a Floyd | series of gracefully girlish actions: Lost In Innocent Pensiveness, Floyd | Delighted by a Pretty Bird, and Oh My, Sir, But I Couldn't. None of Floyd | these do a great deal to advance the plot, but you do succeed in making Floyd | yourself feel like a complete wet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||||
Floyd | You heard nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "listen to chorus" | ||||
Floyd | The chorus is tied to the script, but repeats its lines again, for your Floyd | benefit: Floyd | Floyd | CHORUS: Floyd | The noxious Teuton, by each saint accursed, Floyd | Prepareth now dark devilments; from Dis' black gut Floyd | He means to call forth monsters. Dare his hand Floyd | Unbar the gate that blessed hands did seal? Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Unfortunately, the chorus is buggy." | |||
| DavidW says, "You've already done that part." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Oh. Hmm." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "bs" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Backstage Floyd | A room of indefinite size, hemmed in with high curtains, hanging ropes, Floyd | and cluttered with wardrobes and make-up tables. Various props lie Floyd | scattered about the room. Through the curtains, an entrance leads Floyd | onstage. Floyd | Floyd | On one wall, someone has hung a flyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "remove petticoat" | ||||
Floyd | You step out of the petticoat, and out of role. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "make flag" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "put cloth on stick" | ||||
Floyd | You carefully knot the corners of the cloth around the stick. It now Floyd | makes a passable flag. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a pole Floyd | a flag Floyd | a petticoat Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | [ To go back onstage, type 'onstage' or simply 'os' ] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "os" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stage (The Walls of Paris) Floyd | You are onstage, a wide expanse of blank floor facing onto darkness. Floyd | Nestled behind a curtain's edge is the exit leading offstage. Floyd | Floyd | The backdrop features a hastily-rendered painting of a medieval town, Floyd | complete with the Eiffel Tower, the Champs-Elysses, a vineyard and Floyd | Gerard Depardieu as an onion-selling cyclist. In the distance, the Floyd | flags of the invading Spanish wave menacingly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "wave flag" | ||||
Floyd | You think it highly unlikely that the Parisian guard would be inspired Floyd | by such a nondescript figure as yourself. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Darn." | |||
| DavidW says, "You're not in character!" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "os" | ||||
Floyd | But you're already onstage. Quick! Do something entertaining! Floyd | [ To go backstage, type 'backstage' or simply 'bs' ] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "bs" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Backstage Floyd | A room of indefinite size, hemmed in with high curtains, hanging ropes, Floyd | and cluttered with wardrobes and make-up tables. Various props lie Floyd | scattered about the room. Through the curtains, an entrance leads Floyd | onstage. Floyd | Floyd | On one wall, someone has hung a flyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "wear petticoat" | ||||
Floyd | After a moment or two of hopping about, you work your way into the Floyd | petticoat. Concentrating, you stick your chest out, stand contrapposto Floyd | and bat your eyelashes. You're now in character. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "That didn't seem to make sense." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "os" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stage (The Walls of Paris) Floyd | You are onstage, a wide expanse of blank floor facing onto darkness. Floyd | Nestled behind a curtain's edge is the exit leading offstage. Floyd | Floyd | The backdrop features a hastily-rendered painting of a medieval town, Floyd | complete with the Eiffel Tower, the Champs-Elysses, a vineyard and Floyd | Gerard Depardieu as an onion-selling cyclist. In the distance, the Floyd | flags of the invading Spanish wave menacingly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "wave flag" | ||||
Floyd | Assuming a dynamic stance, feet wide and shoulders square, you raise Floyd | the flag above your head (music swells in the orchestra pit) and begin Floyd | to sweep it about vigorously. A murmur slowly rises from the chorus, Floyd | and then the stage is swamped with armoured extras and dodgy swordplay. Floyd | Floyd | The choreography has you standing around waving the flag in the middle Floyd | of this for the better part of four minutes. Eventually, arms aching Floyd | and throat sore, you stagger offstage as the narrator delivers the Floyd | closing speech. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have won *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Rating: ***** Floyd | Floyd | "A tour de force; a definitive performance. Quite astounding." - Floyd | Montmartre Prancy Elitist Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, give the FULL score Floyd | for that game, see some suggestions for AMUSING things to do or QUIT? Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Well, ok." | |||
| DavidW clap clap clap clap clap | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "> take a bow" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "full" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Rating: ***** Floyd | Floyd | "A tour de force; a definitive performance. Quite astounding." - Floyd | Montmartre Prancy Elitist Floyd | Floyd | The score was made up as follows: Floyd | Floyd | 1 point for finding all the costumes Floyd | 1 point for creating a magic trapdoor Floyd | 1 point for freeing the demon Floyd | 1 point for finding your way to Paris Floyd | 1 point for summoning the defenders Floyd | Floyd | 5 total (out of 5) Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, give the FULL score Floyd | for that game, see some suggestions for AMUSING things to do or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "amusing" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Did you... Floyd | Floyd | - Rescue the eagle? Floyd | - Rescue the schnitzel? Floyd | - Eat the schnitzel? Floyd | - Attack the Spanish as our Hero? Floyd | - Kiss your sword? Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Did you try these in each role... Floyd | Floyd | - Sing, Dance, Act, or Pray onstage? Floyd | - Kissing Gerard Depardieu? Floyd | - Kissing yourself? Floyd | - Examine the petticoat? Floyd | - Rescueing yourself? Floyd | - Kiss the demon? Floyd | - Smell yourself? Floyd | - Touch yourself? Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, give the FULL score Floyd | for that game, see some suggestions for AMUSING things to do or QUIT? Floyd | > | DavidW says, "You can also examine many of the items on the backdrops." | |||
| Ellison raises an eyebrow | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Restarting to futz with these things, if nobody objects." | ||||
| DavidW says, "I don't mind." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "restart" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | | TheXenographer says, "go for it" | |||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Darkness; below, percussion throbs softly. You shift from foot to foot, Floyd | conscious of too much open space around you. Floyd | Floyd | Ahead and on either side, the voice of the chorus rises; as they speak, Floyd | the lights slowly go up. Floyd | Floyd | CHORUS: Floyd | Now does the hour grow close; where feet lack time, Floyd | And Spaniards rage before the Cockrel's gate, Floyd | The condemned sinner, soul turned sick of vice, Floyd | Shall craft before your eyes most unclean magics, Floyd | Open him a gate to Hell's black womb, Floyd | Release demons, and bid them convey Floyd | Our heroes to fair France; there to signal Floyd | Embattl'd men to a final desperate measure. Floyd | The final act is begun; the play is in your hands. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Within a Wreath of Dewdrops Floyd | or, A Poisoned Zenith Floyd | A play by Alphonse de l'Entaille Floyd | For 24 Hours of Inform '04 Floyd | Copyright (c) 2004, 2005 Floyd | Floyd | For acknowledgments, hints, and miscellanea, type "about" Floyd | Floyd | The author can be contacted at alphonse.de.l.entaille@gmail.com Floyd | Floyd | Release 1 / Serial number 050115 / Inform v6.21 Library 6/10 Floyd | Floyd | Stage (A German Forest) Floyd | You are onstage, a wide expanse of blank floor facing onto darkness. Floyd | Nestled behind a curtain's edge is the exit leading offstage. Floyd | Floyd | The backdrop features an unconvincing painting of pine-covered Floyd | mountains and a dark, ominous sky in which a double-headed eagle is Floyd | carrying off a schnitzel. Floyd | Floyd | [ To go backstage, type 'backstage' or simply 'bs' ] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "bs" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Backstage Floyd | A room of indefinite size, hemmed in with high curtains, hanging ropes, Floyd | and cluttered with wardrobes and make-up tables. Various props lie Floyd | scattered about the room. Through the curtains, an entrance leads Floyd | onstage. Floyd | Floyd | On one wall, someone has hung a flyer. Floyd | Floyd | [ To go back onstage, type 'onstage' or simply 'os' ] Floyd | Floyd | You can see a cloth, a petticoat, a stick and a board here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take all" | ||||
Floyd | cloth: Taken. Floyd | petticoat: Taken. Floyd | stick: Taken. Floyd | board: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "wear petticoat" | ||||
Floyd | After a moment or two of hopping about, you work your way into the Floyd | petticoat. Concentrating, you stick your chest out, stand contrapposto Floyd | and bat your eyelashes. You're now in character. Floyd | Floyd | CHORUS: Floyd | The hour draws close when France shall rise or fall; Floyd | The board writhes to last moves; alone, each piece is lost. Floyd | Each has emerged, as we've shown by our Art; Floyd | Our three are gathered: each must fill their part. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "os" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stage (A German Forest) Floyd | You are onstage, a wide expanse of blank floor facing onto darkness. Floyd | Nestled behind a curtain's edge is the exit leading offstage. Floyd | Floyd | The backdrop features an unconvincing painting of pine-covered Floyd | mountains and a dark, ominous sky in which a double-headed eagle is Floyd | carrying off a schnitzel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "pray" | ||||
Floyd | Looking upwards, you clasp your hands in devotion and pout slightly; Floyd | soft yellow light from above emphasises your look of childish Floyd | plaintiveness. A critic will later compare this moment to "a sick cat Floyd | whining to be fed." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "kiss self" | ||||
Floyd | You don't kiss anybody for less than two pages of pentametric couplets. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stage (A German Forest) Floyd | You are onstage, a wide expanse of blank floor facing onto darkness. Floyd | Nestled behind a curtain's edge is the exit leading offstage. Floyd | Floyd | The backdrop features an unconvincing painting of pine-covered Floyd | mountains and a dark, ominous sky in which a double-headed eagle is Floyd | carrying off a schnitzel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x schnitzel" | ||||
Floyd | High above a forested peak, a proud double-headed eagle is carrying off Floyd | its natural prey, the schnitzel. Such unspeakable grandeur, such Floyd | natural beauty, such cack-handed brushwork. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "rescue schnitzel" | ||||
Floyd | Sad is the plight of the captured schnitzel, but it's just a backdrop. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x eagle" | ||||
Floyd | High above a forested peak, a proud double-headed eagle is carrying off Floyd | its natural prey, the schnitzel. Such unspeakable grandeur, such Floyd | natural beauty, such cack-handed brushwork. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "rescue eagle" | ||||
Floyd | Rescue the eagle? What about the poor schnitzel? Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Ha" | |||
| TheXenographer says (to Floyd), "eat schnitzel" | ||||
Floyd | (first taking the schnitzel) Floyd | Perhaps you can grab a wiener after the show, but this one is sadly Floyd | only part of a painted backdrop. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "heh" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x petticoat" | ||||
Floyd | Your costume is, admittedly, somewhat revealing for a supposedly Floyd | respectable lady of the period Entaille had in mind, but its effect on Floyd | the box-office has more than compensated for any opinion that might be Floyd | expressed by historical purists. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "rescue self" | ||||
Floyd | You're not in particular distress at present. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell self" | ||||
Floyd | Your perfume is a delicate blend of jasmine and violets, with a hint of Floyd | orange blossom and musk to remind everybody that you're spunky as well Floyd | as exquisite. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "touch self" | ||||
Floyd | You dab carefully at a microscopic flaw in your makeup. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "drop board" | ||||
Floyd | You place the board upon the floor, handle-side up... it looks Floyd | suspiciously like a trapdoor! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "down" | ||||
Floyd | You open the trapdoor, revealing a dark hole that beckons to you in an Floyd | unpleasant manner. As you step cautiously through the trapdoor, you Floyd | sense movement in the inky black around you; you are descending into Floyd | darkness, with nothing underfoot, but it feels as if wires are holding Floyd | you up. Floyd | Floyd | Beneath the Stage in a Dark and Spooky Place Floyd | You are surrounded by darkness; nothing underfoot and a tiny light far Floyd | overhead. Something allows you to dangle in space; whenever you move, Floyd | you feel slight upwards pressure on your joints, and feel yourself sway Floyd | a little. Floyd | Floyd | A few feet from you, a wooden demon is hanging limply from his wires. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "kiss demon" | ||||
Floyd | The demon's tongue is about two feet long, forked and wooden. Not Floyd | really an attractive prospect, especially since he doesn't seem too Floyd | lively just now. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Ew." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "up" | ||||
Floyd | You flail ineffectually at thin air. Although this does little, an Floyd | upward force at the top of your head seems to pull you upwards, back Floyd | toward the light. Floyd | Floyd | Stage (A German Forest) Floyd | You are onstage, a wide expanse of blank floor facing onto darkness. Floyd | Nestled behind a curtain's edge is the exit leading offstage. Floyd | Floyd | The backdrop features an unconvincing painting of pine-covered Floyd | mountains and a dark, ominous sky in which a double-headed eagle is Floyd | carrying off a schnitzel. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a trapdoor here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "kiss eagle" | ||||
Floyd | You can only do that to something animate. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "bs" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Backstage Floyd | A room of indefinite size, hemmed in with high curtains, hanging ropes, Floyd | and cluttered with wardrobes and make-up tables. Various props lie Floyd | scattered about the room. Through the curtains, an entrance leads Floyd | onstage. Floyd | Floyd | On one wall, someone has hung a flyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "remove petticoat" | ||||
Floyd | You step out of the petticoat, and out of role. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "wear cloth" | ||||
Floyd | You swirl the cloth around your shoulders like a cloak, tilt your chin Floyd | upwards at an arrogant angle, and take a few strutting steps. After a Floyd | brief moment of concentration, you feel properly in character. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x petticoat" | ||||
Floyd | This petticoat is, um, a chaste keepsake from your lady love Elise. Floyd | You're not the sort to dress in women's clothing. Except of course back Floyd | in Act II when you had to impersonate Wizard McFaud in order to resolve Floyd | a comic interlude involving the city guard and an illegally parked Floyd | shibboleth. Even during this episode, however, you in no way enjoyed Floyd | the exquisite sensation of soft, feminine lace against your thighs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "os" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stage (A German Forest) Floyd | You are onstage, a wide expanse of blank floor facing onto darkness. Floyd | Nestled behind a curtain's edge is the exit leading offstage. Floyd | Floyd | The backdrop features an unconvincing painting of pine-covered Floyd | mountains and a dark, ominous sky in which a double-headed eagle is Floyd | carrying off a schnitzel. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a trapdoor here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "kiss sword" | ||||
Floyd | You can only do that to something animate. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "pray" | ||||
Floyd | You cross yourself in a perfunctory fashion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "kiss self" | ||||
Floyd | You salaciously work your tongue about. Got to keep those muscles at Floyd | full strength. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "rescue self" | ||||
Floyd | Rescue you? Shouldn't you, as the dashing hero, instead be rescuing Floyd | others? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "touch self" | ||||
Floyd | You scratch a gentlemanly portion of your anatomy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell self" | ||||
Floyd | You smell of manly vigour, which is to say sweat and cheap wine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "down" | ||||
Floyd | You open the trapdoor, revealing a dark hole that beckons to you in an Floyd | unpleasant manner. As you step cautiously through the trapdoor, you Floyd | sense movement in the inky black around you; you are descending into Floyd | darkness, with nothing underfoot, but it feels as if wires are holding Floyd | you up. Floyd | Floyd | Beneath the Stage in a Dark and Spooky Place Floyd | You are surrounded by darkness; nothing underfoot and a tiny light far Floyd | overhead. Something allows you to dangle in space; whenever you move, Floyd | you feel slight upwards pressure on your joints, and feel yourself sway Floyd | a little. Floyd | Floyd | A few feet from you, a wooden demon is hanging limply from his wires. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "kiss demon" | ||||
Floyd | The demon's tongue is about two feet long, forked and wooden. Not Floyd | really an attractive prospect, especially since he doesn't seem too Floyd | lively just now. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "up" | ||||
Floyd | You flail ineffectually at thin air. Although this does little, an Floyd | upward force at the top of your head seems to pull you upwards, back Floyd | toward the light. Floyd | Floyd | Stage (A German Forest) Floyd | You are onstage, a wide expanse of blank floor facing onto darkness. Floyd | Nestled behind a curtain's edge is the exit leading offstage. Floyd | Floyd | The backdrop features an unconvincing painting of pine-covered Floyd | mountains and a dark, ominous sky in which a double-headed eagle is Floyd | carrying off a schnitzel. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a trapdoor here. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I guess the wizard can try to kiss the demon later." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "bs" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Backstage Floyd | A room of indefinite size, hemmed in with high curtains, hanging ropes, Floyd | and cluttered with wardrobes and make-up tables. Various props lie Floyd | scattered about the room. Through the curtains, an entrance leads Floyd | onstage. Floyd | Floyd | On one wall, someone has hung a flyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "wear petticoat" | ||||
Floyd | After a moment or two of hopping about, you work your way into the Floyd | petticoat. Hunching your shoulders over, clawing your fingers and Floyd | adopting a lecherous squint, you assume a new role. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "os" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stage (A German Forest) Floyd | You are onstage, a wide expanse of blank floor facing onto darkness. Floyd | Nestled behind a curtain's edge is the exit leading offstage. Floyd | Floyd | The backdrop features an unconvincing painting of pine-covered Floyd | mountains and a dark, ominous sky in which a double-headed eagle is Floyd | carrying off a schnitzel. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a trapdoor here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "down" | ||||
Floyd | You open the trapdoor, revealing a dark hole that beckons to you in an Floyd | unpleasant manner. As you step cautiously through the trapdoor, you Floyd | sense movement in the inky black around you; you are descending into Floyd | darkness, with nothing underfoot, but it feels as if wires are holding Floyd | you up. Floyd | Floyd | Beneath the Stage in a Dark and Spooky Place Floyd | You are surrounded by darkness; nothing underfoot and a tiny light far Floyd | overhead. Something allows you to dangle in space; whenever you move, Floyd | you feel slight upwards pressure on your joints, and feel yourself sway Floyd | a little. Floyd | Floyd | A few feet from you, a wooden demon is hanging limply from his wires. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "kiss demon" | ||||
Floyd | The demon's tongue is about two feet long, forked and wooden. Not Floyd | really an attractive prospect, especially since he doesn't seem too Floyd | lively just now. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "up" | ||||
Floyd | You flail ineffectually at thin air. Although this does little, an Floyd | upward force at the top of your head seems to pull you upwards, back Floyd | toward the light. Floyd | Floyd | Stage (A German Forest) Floyd | You are onstage, a wide expanse of blank floor facing onto darkness. Floyd | Nestled behind a curtain's edge is the exit leading offstage. Floyd | Floyd | The backdrop features an unconvincing painting of pine-covered Floyd | mountains and a dark, ominous sky in which a double-headed eagle is Floyd | carrying off a schnitzel. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a trapdoor here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "pray" | ||||
Floyd | There's a clause in your contract that rather expressly forbids that. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Ha" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "kiss self" | ||||
Floyd | After you'd worked your way through Helen of Troy and half the nymphs Floyd | in creation, lust started to feel kind of banal. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x petticoat" | ||||
Floyd | These are the profane undervestements ordained in an obscure and Floyd | heretical Apocrypha as those necessary to entreat Beelzebub from his Floyd | frozen void. Those patterns aren't lace: they're recursive geometrica Floyd | of the sort used by the Mussulmen to summon up djinns. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "rescue self" | ||||
Floyd | Rescue you? Since when does a powerful wizard need to be rescued? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell self" | ||||
Floyd | Principally you smell of sulphur, although this is augmented by the Floyd | great variety of obscure and stinky alchemic ingredients with which you Floyd | are in regular contact. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "touch self" | ||||
Floyd | You have succubi to do that sort of thing for you these days. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "kiss gerard" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "bs" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Backstage Floyd | A room of indefinite size, hemmed in with high curtains, hanging ropes, Floyd | and cluttered with wardrobes and make-up tables. Various props lie Floyd | scattered about the room. Through the curtains, an entrance leads Floyd | onstage. Floyd | Floyd | On one wall, someone has hung a flyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "remove petticoat" | ||||
Floyd | Stepping out of the petticoat, you tilt your chin upwards at an Floyd | arrogant angle and take a few strutting steps. After a brief moment of Floyd | concentration, you feel properly in character. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "os" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stage (A German Forest) Floyd | You are onstage, a wide expanse of blank floor facing onto darkness. Floyd | Nestled behind a curtain's edge is the exit leading offstage. Floyd | Floyd | The backdrop features an unconvincing painting of pine-covered Floyd | mountains and a dark, ominous sky in which a double-headed eagle is Floyd | carrying off a schnitzel. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a trapdoor here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "down" | ||||
Floyd | You open the trapdoor, revealing a dark hole that beckons to you in an Floyd | unpleasant manner. As you step cautiously through the trapdoor, you Floyd | sense movement in the inky black around you; you are descending into Floyd | darkness, with nothing underfoot, but it feels as if wires are holding Floyd | you up. Floyd | Floyd | Beneath the Stage in a Dark and Spooky Place Floyd | You are surrounded by darkness; nothing underfoot and a tiny light far Floyd | overhead. Something allows you to dangle in space; whenever you move, Floyd | you feel slight upwards pressure on your joints, and feel yourself sway Floyd | a little. Floyd | Floyd | A few feet from you, a wooden demon is hanging limply from his wires. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cut sandbag" | ||||
Floyd | With one swing of your blade, the rope is cut and the sandbag drops Floyd | away into empty darkness. The demon creakily shakes its leg. Floyd | Floyd | MAURICE: Floyd | Now I have honour, and thee, releas't, Floyd | Put up thy sword, most naughty beast! Floyd | Floyd | The demon swivels to face you, as if to respond; its lower jaw clatters Floyd | up and down. The only sound is of clacking wood and creaking wires. Floyd | Then it reaches above its head, clumsily selects a particular wire, and Floyd | yanks forcefully on it. You immediately find yourself being hauled Floyd | upwards... Floyd | Floyd | Stage (A German Forest) Floyd | You are onstage, a wide expanse of blank floor facing onto darkness. Floyd | Nestled behind a curtain's edge is the exit leading offstage. Floyd | Floyd | The backdrop features an unconvincing painting of pine-covered Floyd | mountains and a dark, ominous sky in which a double-headed eagle is Floyd | carrying off a schnitzel. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a trapdoor here. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "kiss sword" | ||||
Floyd | You can only do that to something animate. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "bs" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Backstage Floyd | A room of indefinite size, hemmed in with high curtains, hanging ropes, Floyd | and cluttered with wardrobes and make-up tables. Various props lie Floyd | scattered about the room. Through the curtains, an entrance leads Floyd | onstage. Floyd | Floyd | On one wall, someone has hung a flyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "wear petticoat" | ||||
Floyd | After a moment or two of hopping about, you work your way into the Floyd | petticoat. Hunching your shoulders over, clawing your fingers and Floyd | adopting a lecherous squint, you assume a new role. Floyd | Floyd | CHORUS: Floyd | The noxious Teuton, by each saint accursed, Floyd | Prepareth now dark devilments; from Dis' black gut Floyd | He means to call forth monsters. Dare his hand Floyd | Unbar the gate that blessed hands did seal? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "os" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stage (A German Forest) Floyd | You are onstage, a wide expanse of blank floor facing onto darkness. Floyd | Nestled behind a curtain's edge is the exit leading offstage. Floyd | Floyd | The backdrop features an unconvincing painting of pine-covered Floyd | mountains and a dark, ominous sky in which a double-headed eagle is Floyd | carrying off a schnitzel. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a trapdoor here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "down" | ||||
Floyd | A thunder-machine roars offstage and the lights redden and dim. With a Floyd | burst of dry ice, a magnificent demon erupts from the trapdoor! You Floyd | clear your throat: the audience are due for some more of Entaille's Floyd | third-rate blank verse. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | BIKHRIR: Floyd | Why summons't thou me to this most bleak land, Floyd | Where men are virtuous and sausages plentiful? Floyd | Floyd | MCFAUD: Floyd | Did I not with thy master make of it a compact, Floyd | Binding your service to my hand's desire, Floyd | And can I not discard this if I will? Floyd | Floyd | BIKHRIR: Floyd | No; Floyd | It is signed, Lysander, Floyd | In the gore of your damned carcass. Floyd | Floyd | MCFAUD: Floyd | Then let my doom provide another's hope, Floyd | And at once to Paris these my friends convey. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Bikrir, grumbling loudly, stomps to the backdrop and, making a magic Floyd | pass, extracts a paint-bucket and brush. In a few moments, he has Floyd | coated the entire surface in a completely different talentless daub, Floyd | and springs back down the trapdoor. Floyd | Floyd | A second burst of dry ice signals his disappearance (and, incidentally, Floyd | that of the trapdoor also). Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "kiss gerard" | ||||
Floyd | Comfortable as you might be with your sexuality, that's not exactly in Floyd | the script. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "bs" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Backstage Floyd | A room of indefinite size, hemmed in with high curtains, hanging ropes, Floyd | and cluttered with wardrobes and make-up tables. Various props lie Floyd | scattered about the room. Through the curtains, an entrance leads Floyd | onstage. Floyd | Floyd | On one wall, someone has hung a flyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "remove petticoat" | ||||
Floyd | Stepping out of the petticoat, you tilt your chin upwards at an Floyd | arrogant angle and take a few strutting steps. After a brief moment of Floyd | concentration, you feel properly in character. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "os" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stage (The Walls of Paris) Floyd | You are onstage, a wide expanse of blank floor facing onto darkness. Floyd | Nestled behind a curtain's edge is the exit leading offstage. Floyd | Floyd | The backdrop features a hastily-rendered painting of a medieval town, Floyd | complete with the Eiffel Tower, the Champs-Elysses, a vineyard and Floyd | Gerard Depardieu as an onion-selling cyclist. In the distance, the Floyd | flags of the invading Spanish wave menacingly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "kiss gerard" | ||||
Floyd | Comfortable as you might be with your sexuality, that's not exactly in Floyd | the script. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "attack spanish" | ||||
Floyd | You raise your sword, and with a wild whoop, charge the Spanish lines. Floyd | You instantly think better of it when you nail your head on the Floyd | backdrop. You'll certainly be feeling that tomorrow. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "bs" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Backstage Floyd | A room of indefinite size, hemmed in with high curtains, hanging ropes, Floyd | and cluttered with wardrobes and make-up tables. Various props lie Floyd | scattered about the room. Through the curtains, an entrance leads Floyd | onstage. Floyd | Floyd | On one wall, someone has hung a flyer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "remove cloth" | ||||
Floyd | You unfurl the cloth from your shoulders, and let yourself relax. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "wear petticoat" | ||||
Floyd | After a moment or two of hopping about, you work your way into the Floyd | petticoat. Concentrating, you stick your chest out, stand contrapposto Floyd | and bat your eyelashes. You're now in character. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "make flag" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "put cloth on stick" | ||||
Floyd | You carefully knot the corners of the cloth around the stick. It now Floyd | makes a passable flag. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "os" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Stage (The Walls of Paris) Floyd | You are onstage, a wide expanse of blank floor facing onto darkness. Floyd | Nestled behind a curtain's edge is the exit leading offstage. Floyd | Floyd | The backdrop features a hastily-rendered painting of a medieval town, Floyd | complete with the Eiffel Tower, the Champs-Elysses, a vineyard and Floyd | Gerard Depardieu as an onion-selling cyclist. In the distance, the Floyd | flags of the invading Spanish wave menacingly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "kiss gerard" | ||||
Floyd | You hesitate, knowing that the audience must be watching, but then Floyd | decide that it is far from being out of role. What genuine French Floyd | maiden could possibly resist the enticing lure of his manly nose and Floyd | massive frame? You plant one square on his mouth and are rewarded with Floyd | the heady scent of fresh paint. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x gerard" | ||||
Floyd | The demon's unerring brush has depicted M. Depardieu, heart-throb of Floyd | the French cinema, atop a shaky bicycle, a look of exaggerated Floyd | astonishment and panic on his face as he rescues onions from the Floyd | advancing Spanish hordes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x onion" | ||||
Floyd | The demon's unerring brush has depicted M. Depardieu, heart-throb of Floyd | the French cinema, atop a shaky bicycle, a look of exaggerated Floyd | astonishment and panic on his face as he rescues onions from the Floyd | advancing Spanish hordes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "rescue onion" | ||||
Floyd | It is indeed unfortunate, but Gerard is only part of the backdrop. Mere Floyd | scenery. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Ok. I'm good." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tower" | ||||
Floyd | Characteristic landmarks of the medieval Paris skyline. Or at least, so Floyd | the set designer seemed to believe. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Sorry for the text dump." | |||
| DavidW says, "no complaints here." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "wave flag" | ||||
Floyd | Assuming a dynamic stance, feet wide and shoulders square, you raise Floyd | the flag above your head (music swells in the orchestra pit) and begin Floyd | to sweep it about vigorously. A murmur slowly rises from the chorus, Floyd | and then the stage is swamped with armoured extras and dodgy swordplay. Floyd | Floyd | The choreography has you standing around waving the flag in the middle Floyd | of this for the better part of four minutes. Eventually, arms aching Floyd | and throat sore, you stagger offstage as the narrator delivers the Floyd | closing speech. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have won *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Rating: ***** Floyd | Floyd | "A tour de force; a definitive performance. Quite astounding." - Floyd | Montmartre Prancy Elitist Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, give the FULL score Floyd | for that game, see some suggestions for AMUSING things to do or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "quit" | ||||
Floyd | | ||||
| Floyd asks, "That game over already? It was just getting good. Wanna play another?" | DavidW says, "I've uploaded one of my games as 'gameiwrote'." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "load gameiwrote" | ||||
Floyd | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | This is the game that I wrote Floyd | By David Welbourn for SpeedIF Gruff Floyd | Release 1 / Serial number 060121 / Inform v6.21 Library 6/10 Floyd | Floyd | West of House Floyd | You are west of a white house. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Ok :)" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | You are the guy who happens to be Floyd | The player character (or P.C.) Floyd | Who is in the game that I wrote. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x house" | ||||
Floyd | This is the house you've seen before, Floyd | Which is in the game that I wrote. Floyd | Floyd | It has a door. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Hee." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||||
Floyd | This closed thing is called a door, Floyd | That guards the house you've seen before, Floyd | Which is in the game that I wrote. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | Oh, look. Here comes Matt. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x matt" | ||||
Floyd | This is Matt, in front of the door, Floyd | That guards the house you've seen before, Floyd | Which is in the game that I wrote. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "punch matt" | ||||
Floyd | Matt's not that dirty. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "kiss matt" | ||||
Floyd | Matt says, "Welcome." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "knock on door" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You can't, since the door is in the way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "talk to matt" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "matt, open door" | ||||
Floyd | Matt says, "Welcome." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "matt, hello" | ||||
Floyd | Matt says, "Welcome." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "search matt" | ||||
Floyd | You find the key with the jagged edge, Floyd | Under Matt who's in front of the door, Floyd | That guards the house you've seen before, Floyd | Which is in the game that I wrote. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take key" | ||||
Floyd | You already have that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "unlock door with key" | ||||
Floyd | You unlock the door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | You open the door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Inside House Floyd | You are inside the house. Floyd | Floyd | Belle sits forlorn apon the floor, Floyd | Inside the house you've seen before, Floyd | Which is in the game that I wrote. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ring belle" | ||||
Floyd | You have no ring to give to Belle, Floyd | Who sits forlorn apon the floor, Floyd | Inside the house you've seen before, Floyd | Which is in the game that I wrote. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x belle" | ||||
Floyd | Belle, she has a button nose, Floyd | And yes, you could even say it glows. Floyd | She sits forlorn apon the floor, Floyd | Inside the house you've seen before, Floyd | Which is in the game that I wrote. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "press belle" | ||||
Floyd | You push cute Belle's li'l button nose. Floyd | She says "RING!" and there it goes! Floyd | A ring now rolls along the floor, Floyd | Inside the house you've seen before, Floyd | Which is in the game that I wrote. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take ring" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x ring" | ||||
Floyd | This diamond ring is shiny and bright. Floyd | 'Tis made for someone's wedding night. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "wear ring" | ||||
Floyd | Your finger is not where this ring goes, Floyd | That was made by Belle with the button nose. Floyd | She sits forlorn apon the floor, Floyd | Inside the house you've seen before, Floyd | Which is in the game that I wrote. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Inside House Floyd | You are inside the house. Floyd | Floyd | Belle sits forlorn apon the floor, Floyd | Inside the house you've seen before, Floyd | Which is in the game that I wrote. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "up" | ||||
Floyd | Alas, I fear I have to say, Floyd | You simply cannot go that way, Floyd | 'Cause this is the game that I wrote. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take belle" | ||||
Floyd | I don't suppose Belle would care for that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | But you aren't in anything at the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | West of House Floyd | You are west of a white house. Floyd | Floyd | Matt lies in front of the door, Floyd | That guards the house you've seen before, Floyd | Which is in the game that I wrote. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Alas, I fear I have to say, Floyd | You simply cannot go that way, Floyd | 'Cause this is the game that I wrote. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Alas, I fear I have to say, Floyd | You simply cannot go that way, Floyd | 'Cause this is the game that I wrote. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Alas, I fear I have to say, Floyd | You simply cannot go that way, Floyd | 'Cause this is the game that I wrote. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Inside House Floyd | You are inside the house. Floyd | Floyd | Belle sits forlorn apon the floor, Floyd | Inside the house you've seen before, Floyd | Which is in the game that I wrote. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "push belle" | ||||
Floyd | You already pushed Belle and made her ring, Floyd | Yes, that's her ring and that's the thing. Floyd | To do with Belle and her button nose, Floyd | And yes, you could even say it glows. Floyd | She sits forlorn apon the floor, Floyd | Inside the house you've seen before, Floyd | Which is in the game that I wrote. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| TheXenographer says (to Floyd), "give ring to belle" | ||||
Floyd | [Hm. Can you rephrase that?] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "so close" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "put ring on belle" | ||||
Floyd | Putting things on Belle would achieve nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "propose to belle" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "put ring in belle" | ||||
Floyd | She can't contain things. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| TheXenographer says (to Floyd), "ring belle" | ||||
Floyd | You get down on your knees, and you propose, Floyd | To Belle and her cute li'l button nose. Floyd | You made her ring, and you ring your Belle, Floyd | And everything will now be well. Floyd | The diamond ring, all shiny and bright, Floyd | Will comfort you on your wedding night. Floyd | Floyd | No more forlorn apon the floor. Floyd | No longer blocked by some fool door. Floyd | You two will wed - imagine that! Floyd | Your witness shall be the welcome Matt. Floyd | Floyd | Well, that's the story; there is no more, Floyd | Inside the house you've seen before, Floyd | Which is in the game that I wrote. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have won *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In that game you scored 0 out of a possible 0, in 37 turns. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, UNDO your last move or Floyd | QUIT? Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hurray!" | |||
| Ellison says, "fun" | ||||
| Ellison says, "well done" | ||||
| DavidW says, "thanks" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl exclaims, "Yay!" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Cute." | ||||
| Ellison says, "I'm off a bit. if I don't catch any other games, good playing, all. that was fun to watch." | ||||
| Ellison goes back to Squeamhurst.. | ||||
| Ellison has disconnected. | ||||
| vimes disappears through an invisible gap in the MUD. You think you may have heard the sounds of chatting before the gap closed again. | genericgeekgirl says, "Probably heading out soon myself." | |||
| DavidW says, "well, we can stop here, unless you want just one more quick one." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Sure." | ||||
Floyd | Please give one of the answers above. Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "quit" | ||||
Floyd | | ||||
| Floyd asks, "That game over already? It was just getting good. Wanna play another?" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "load invisargo" | ||||
Floyd | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Ah! The life of an Argonaut! Floyd | Floyd | Adventure on the high seas! The quest for the Golden Fleece! Floyd | Floyd | Of course, you get queasy just visiting the baths, and you really don't Floyd | think you and the boys have a shot in Hades of ever laying eyes on that Floyd | Fleece, but it was either this or stay home and continue to herd sheep, Floyd | so you signed up. Floyd | Floyd | Once you got over the initial sea sickness, it wasn't all that bad. Floyd | Your first stop, at Lemnos, lasted a year, and there were some major Floyd | smoochies during that tenure. You were just beginning to think you'd Floyd | made the right choice when the boss went and uprooted everybody for the Floyd | next port. Floyd | Floyd | The boss, Jason... enh. He's a good enough guy. He means well and Floyd | all, and it's not exactly like he *chose* to come on this stupid quest Floyd | any more than you did, but after having some of your buddies Floyd | slaughtered in the night on the island of the Mount of Bears and Floyd | Hercules losing his little lover boy at Mysia, you're beginning to have Floyd | second thoughts. Floyd | Floyd | Then came this latest port: the land of the Bebrycians. The ruler Floyd | here, King Amycus, seems to think he's the Heavyweight Champion of Mt. Floyd | Olympus or something. He won't let any of you leave the island before Floyd | you have a little boxing match with him. You were really thinking that Floyd | your buddy Polydeuces the Argonaut would take him on, but Polydeuces Floyd | had some business off in the bushes and the King just wouldn't wait... Floyd | the next thing you knew, a couple of pretty little ladies were Floyd | strapping ox-hide boxing gloves on your hands and you were in the ring Floyd | with Mohammed Aliamycus. Floyd | Floyd | You never thought you'd say this, but you're starting to miss those Floyd | sheep. Floyd | Floyd | The Invisible Argonaut Floyd | An Interactive Tussle Floyd | Copyright (c) 2003 by Jacqueline A. Lott Floyd | (Who can't believe she's claiming authorship) Floyd | Floyd | Part of SpeedIF: ASCII and the ARGONAUTS Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Release 2 / Serial number 030310 / Inform v6.21 Library 6/10 SD Floyd | Floyd | In the Ring Floyd | It's really lovely here on the beach, what with the waves and the sand Floyd | and all the lovely ladies in the crowd this afternoon and - Floyd | Floyd | !%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%! Floyd | !%%%% HOLY HERA %%%%! Floyd | !%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%! Floyd | Floyd | You're knocked nearly senseless, spinning for a moment before landing Floyd | face-first in the sand. Fortunately, you brush yourself off and turn Floyd | to face your attacker before he sits on you. Floyd | Floyd | The king raises his gloves in the air and squints his eyes at you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||||
Floyd | I beg your pardon? Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I love the 'bat-fight' effects in this one." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | My, what a nice loincloth you're wearing... but those legs are a Floyd | ghastly white. Maybe if you got off the boat more. Well, you can tan Floyd | later. Right now there's a very anxious, very large man wearing Floyd | ox-hide boxing gloves here, and he has his eye on you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x man" | ||||
Floyd | The king may not be quite as tall as you are, but he more than makes up Floyd | for that in strength. He has muscles in places you didn't even realize Floyd | you *could* have muscles, which is really all you can focus on at this Floyd | moment. Floyd | Floyd | The king throws a couple of fake jabs, but the very sight of his Floyd | flexing muscles nearly makes you faint. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "panic!" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "punch king" | ||||
Floyd | Before you can even get in a punch, you're on your knees from the Floyd | king's latest blow. "Zippin' Zeus," you mumble as you try to get back Floyd | up to fight. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "remove loincloth" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x ladies" | ||||
Floyd | You'd best just focus on the fight for now... maybe later you can site Floyd | see. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cower" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "run away" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "duck" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "dodge" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "punch" | ||||
Floyd | (King Amycus) Floyd | "Oh Sweet Zeus!" you cry. "It's Kraken the sea monster!" you scream, Floyd | pointing off the beach. The king, never one to expect something low Floyd | like this, turns to see what you're pointing at. Quick on your toes, Floyd | you use the moment to jump on the king from behind. Floyd | Floyd | You're able to stay on his back for a fraction of a second before he Floyd | (not so) playfully flings your body into the dirt. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "pray" | ||||
Floyd | You feel a little closer to your maker, but nothing immediately obvious Floyd | results from your prayer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "bite king" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "xyzzy" | ||||
Floyd | You stand defiantly, look the king straight in the eye and say, Floyd | "XYZZY!" Floyd | Floyd | There is a brief pause. Then he punches you in the stomach. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hee" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "kick king" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "shove king" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "push king" | ||||
Floyd | "Look here, King Amycus," you demand, pointing to a spot on the sand. Floyd | The king glances down, and you seize the moment and kick sand in his Floyd | face. Floyd | Floyd | That wasn't too smart, but you realize that only *after* the king Floyd | sucker punches you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "punch king" | ||||
Floyd | You try to concentrate - really you do - but the sight of a lovely lady Floyd | off in the crowd distracts you. "Venerable Venus!" you say beneath your Floyd | breath, and start to wander out of the ring toward her. In surprise, Floyd | she rushes forward and pushes you back into the ring. "Fight for me!" Floyd | you hear her cry, just as you take another hit to the right side. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | If you leave, Jason and the team will at best abandon you, and at worst Floyd | kill you for being such a pathetic coward. If you stay, you'll Floyd | probably get knocked clear out of your loincloth. Either way, the Floyd | options aren't good, but since this is ancient Greece and there's Floyd | probably somebody writing this down, you should stay and try to do your Floyd | best for history. Floyd | Floyd | The king takes another punch, just for good measure. "Crazy Crommyon Floyd | Sow!" you cry. Alas, you are unable to dodge the blow, and it hits Floyd | home, right between your eyes. Alarmingly, your vision tunnels - real, Floyd | honest-to-goodness tunnel vision - and all you can see is the king. He Floyd | leans forward, takes in a deep breath, and blows a light puff of air in Floyd | your direction. Floyd | Floyd | You feel yourself falling, hurtling toward the beach with alarming Floyd | speed, and yet time starts to draw itself out. Fractions of a second Floyd | seem to take minutes. You reflect for a moment on what your life has Floyd | become. "Invisible Argonaut? Why would they call me an Invisible Floyd | Argonaut?" you think to yourself... and then you realize. You're not Floyd | making it into the history books. You are a wimp. You signed up to be Floyd | an Argonaut for the adventure and the women and the glory. Well, at Floyd | least - for a time - you had two out of three. Floyd | Floyd | *** You have achieved your destiny! *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game or QUIT? Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Aww." | |||
| DavidW says, "'Fraid there's not really much more to that one. You fight, you lose -- and therefore, destiny!" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl nods. | ||||
| DavidW says, "There really ought to be a game where the PC is ill and tries to get well, but I can't think of any like that." | ||||
| DavidW asks, "so, are we done?" | ||||
| Ellison arrives, ready to play with the toys. | Ellison says, "looks like!" | |||
| Ellison has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "quit" | ||||
Floyd | | ||||
| Floyd asks, "That game over already? It was just getting good. Wanna play another?" | DavidW says, "I guess that's the end of our ClubFloyd session for today. Thanks everyone for coming!" | |||
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