  
ClubFloyd Transcript:
The idea behind ClubFloyd is that each
week at a pre-arranged time, a group of
people meet online to cooperatively play
a game of interactive fiction.
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ClubFloyd Transcript:
The idea behind ClubFloyd is that each
week at a pre-arranged time, a group of
people meet online to cooperatively play
a game of interactive fiction.
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ToyShop & Floyditorium
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#ClubFloyd Discussion
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| Roger says, "moving on, I see "Fin de Sickleburg" described as 'very short'" | ||
| Jade says, "ifdb lunctime list are short games" | ||
| Roger says, "that's good to know" | ||
| DavidW says, "'lunchtime list'? I don't think I've seen that one." | ||
| Jade says, "or the list of reviews by Mathbrush" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Looks like Fin de Sickleburg isn't uploaded." | ||
| DavidW says, "oh, I should look at Mathbrush's stuff more often." | ||
| Jade says, "he has his reviews sorted by lenght" | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "load sleepmask sickleburg" | ||
| CF ] Chamber | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | The sets were gaudy and the singing both tuneless and tasteless. But | ||
| CF | who goes to the Sickleburg Opera for the sets or for the singing? | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | It is nearly dawn, and at last you've come back to your chamber. Soon | ||
| CF | you might SLEEP, but first, LOOK around, EXAMINE your surroundings if | ||
| CF | you wish, take INVENTORY of your possessions, and TAKE OFF the things | ||
| CF | you are wearing. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | fin de sickleburg | ||
| CF | An Interactive Flash Fiction by Caleb Wilson | ||
| CF | Release 2 / Serial number 200611 / Inform 7 build 6M62 (I6/v6.34 lib | ||
| CF | 6/12N) | ||
| CF | Type ABOUT at the > for more information. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Chamber | ||
| CF | Your own little cell. The walls are paneled wood below waist-height, | ||
| CF | expensive wallpaper above. All around, in glazed pots, houseplants. A | ||
| CF | mirror hangs on the wall before you. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x wallpaper" | ||
| CF ] Chamber | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X WALLPAPER | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | A pattern of gilded knots on a mossy background. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x mirror" | ||
| CF ] Chamber | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X MIRROR | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | The wooden frame is dark and flaking. Something about its texture | ||
| CF | reminds you of a saint's venerated scraps. The mirror's glass is | ||
| CF | flecked with jagged little shapes where the silver has decayed. The | ||
| CF | shiniest things are always the first to tarnish. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | And there you are, seeming almost to float behind the decay. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Your face, of an unhealthy, fashionable hue, sags a bit after this | ||
| CF | long and frenzied night. Atop it sits an immaculate, saffron-colored | ||
| CF | top hat. The jacket you're wearing almost seems to shine in the gloom. | ||
| CF | Your silk cape hangs down behind you, still as cerecloth now that | ||
| CF | you're no longer rushing about. At the edges of the mirror are your | ||
| CF | gloved hands, which, after the exertions of the evening, hang in | ||
| CF | relaxation like white, thin-lobed fruits. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | MoyTravis asks, "An unhealthy, fashionablue hue?" | |
| MoyTravis says, "...fashionable, even." | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "Aristocratic pallor maybe?" | ||
| DavidW says, "Khaki colour, maybe." | ||
| DavidW says, "or that, yeah" | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x plants" | ||
| CF ] Chamber | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X PLANTS | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | The plants are shriveled and sere. You certainly have no green thumb. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x hat" | ||
| CF ] Chamber | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X HAT | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | A black top hat with a grey jacket would make you look rather like a | ||
| CF | maggot, thus, your hat is saffron-colored. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | Knight_Otu says, "Ew." | |
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x cape" | ||
| CF ] Chamber | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X CAPE | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | A splendid cape of bright red silk, somewhat damp, dappled with darker | ||
| CF | red in a pattern of blotches and splatters. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x jacket" | ||
| CF ] Chamber | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X JACKET | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | A severely tailored grey jacket, of a glossy, treated cloth which | ||
| CF | glistens slightly like a nacreous cocoon, and resists stains. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x gloves" | ||
| CF ] Chamber | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X GLOVES | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | White satin gloves, stained with saliva and makeup. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x face" | ||
| CF ] Chamber | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X FACE | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | It looks like your face always does, though, perhaps, at the moment, | ||
| CF | it's a little saggier and worn than you'd prefer. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "look" | ||
| CF ] Chamber | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > LOOK | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Chamber | ||
| CF | Your own little cell. The walls are paneled wood below waist-height, | ||
| CF | expensive wallpaper above. All around, in glazed pots, houseplants. A | ||
| CF | mirror hangs on the wall before you. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x pots" | ||
| CF ] Chamber | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X POTS | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | The plants are shriveled and sere. You certainly have no green thumb. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i" | ||
| CF ] Chamber | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > I | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You are carrying: | ||
| CF | a saffron top hat (being worn) | ||
| CF | a grey jacket (being worn) | ||
| CF | a red silk cape (being worn) | ||
| CF | some white satin gloves (being worn) | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | DavidW asks, "So I guess we get undressed now?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Seems so." | ||
| DavidW says, "And crawl into a glazed pot? I don't see any bed here." | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "remove hat" | ||
| CF ] Chamber | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > REMOVE HAT | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | In Sickleburg, all manner of unusual behavior may be hidden behind the | ||
| CF | distraction of a surprising hat. Eyes are drawn upward, away from the | ||
| CF | face -- and its fixed smile. Taking the hat off, you feel more | ||
| CF | vulnerable, yet also more fully yourself. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You tuck the hat away into its place. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "remove cape" | ||
| CF ] Chamber | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > REMOVE CAPE | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | In Sickleburg, a city of blood and shadows, a red cape suits almost | ||
| CF | any occasion. When you're chasing someone down an alley, it bells out | ||
| CF | behind you like the wings of some whimsical Beetle -- which is | ||
| CF | glorious. Still, it is strangely gratifying to slip off the cape and | ||
| CF | fold it into a damply shining bundle. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You tuck the cape away into its place. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "remove jacket" | ||
| CF ] Chamber | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > REMOVE JACKET | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Grey, in landlocked Sickleburg, is a symbol of pearls, which indicate | ||
| CF | great wealth -- unless they are counterfeit. You emerge from the | ||
| CF | jacket, as though hatching from a thick outer skin, no longer caring | ||
| CF | about the appearance of being rich. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You tuck the jacket away into its place. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "remove gloves" | ||
| CF ] Chamber | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > REMOVE GLOVES | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | The gloves have shielded you from the direct warmth of others' skin | ||
| CF | all night, a necessity, to keep from being overcome -- but flesh | ||
| CF | quickly cools. When you strip them off it feels as though you are | ||
| CF | shedding manacles of propriety formed by what is fashionable in | ||
| CF | peculiar, isolated Sickleburg. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You tuck the gloves away into their place. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x mirror" | ||
| CF ] Chamber | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X MIRROR | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | The wooden frame is dark and flaking. Something about its texture | ||
| CF | reminds you of a saint's venerated scraps. The mirror's glass is | ||
| CF | flecked with jagged little shapes where the silver has decayed. The | ||
| CF | shiniest things are always the first to tarnish. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | And there you are, seeming almost to float behind the decay. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Your face, of an unhealthy, fashionable hue, sags a bit after this | ||
| CF | long and frenzied night. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "remove face" | ||
| CF ] Chamber | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > REMOVE FACE | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You can sense the vibrations of the others. It is time. The promise of | ||
| CF | sleep you made was self-delusion. It is so satisfying, both to lie to | ||
| CF | oneself, and to discover such a lie. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You delicately remove your face. The pieces of shaped sponge, which | ||
| CF | filled out the false skin and formed cheekbones, chin, and brow, fall | ||
| CF | away, revealing the true face under the false. The asymmetrical whorl | ||
| CF | of opalescent chitin, five eyes blinking in patterns of ecstasy. | ||
| CF | Translucent white hairs, stiffening on exposure to the air. Rivulets | ||
| CF | of pink tears. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You tuck the face away in its place. Hopefully you will not need it | ||
| CF | hence. You creep from your chamber, to meet your siblings, in the | ||
| CF | alleys and granary courts. How weary you all are, of the need to hide, | ||
| CF | within the costumes of Sickleburg, and behind false faces. But there | ||
| CF | is no time for sleep. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | *** fin (3 of 3) *** | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the | ||
| CF | last command? | ||
| CF | > | Roger says, "some nice work" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Interesting." | ||
| DavidW says, "There seems to be two other endings." | ||
| Jade asks, "I am back and.... ending one?" | ||
| Roger says, "that's the implication, yeah" | ||
| DavidW asks, "So... Remove all but face then sleep?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "restart" | ||
| CF ] Chamber | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | The sets were gaudy and the singing both tuneless and tasteless. But | ||
| CF | who goes to the Sickleburg Opera for the sets or for the singing? | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | It is nearly dawn, and at last you've come back to your chamber. Soon | ||
| CF | you might SLEEP, but first, LOOK around, EXAMINE your surroundings if | ||
| CF | you wish, take INVENTORY of your possessions, and TAKE OFF the things | ||
| CF | you are wearing. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | fin de sickleburg | ||
| CF | An Interactive Flash Fiction by Caleb Wilson | ||
| CF | Release 2 / Serial number 200611 / Inform 7 build 6M62 (I6/v6.34 lib | ||
| CF | 6/12N) | ||
| CF | Type ABOUT at the > for more information. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Chamber | ||
| CF | Your own little cell. The walls are paneled wood below waist-height, | ||
| CF | expensive wallpaper above. All around, in glazed pots, houseplants. A | ||
| CF | mirror hangs on the wall before you. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "remove cape" | ||
| CF ] Chamber | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > REMOVE CAPE | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | In Sickleburg, a city of blood and shadows, a red cape suits almost | ||
| CF | any occasion. When you're chasing someone down an alley, it bells out | ||
| CF | behind you like the wings of some whimsical Beetle -- which is | ||
| CF | glorious. Still, it is strangely gratifying to slip off the cape and | ||
| CF | fold it into a damply shining bundle. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You tuck the cape away into its place. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "remove hat" | ||
| CF ] Chamber | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > REMOVE HAT | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | In Sickleburg, all manner of unusual behavior may be hidden behind the | ||
| CF | distraction of a surprising hat. Eyes are drawn upward, away from the | ||
| CF | face -- and its fixed smile. Taking the hat off, you feel more | ||
| CF | vulnerable, yet also more fully yourself. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You tuck the hat away into its place. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "remove jacket" | ||
| CF ] Chamber | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > REMOVE JACKET | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Grey, in landlocked Sickleburg, is a symbol of pearls, which indicate | ||
| CF | great wealth -- unless they are counterfeit. You emerge from the | ||
| CF | jacket, as though hatching from a thick outer skin, no longer caring | ||
| CF | about the appearance of being rich. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You tuck the jacket away into its place. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "remove gloves" | ||
| CF ] Chamber | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > REMOVE GLOVES | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | The gloves have shielded you from the direct warmth of others' skin | ||
| CF | all night, a necessity, to keep from being overcome -- but flesh | ||
| CF | quickly cools. When you strip them off it feels as though you are | ||
| CF | shedding manacles of propriety formed by what is fashionable in | ||
| CF | peculiar, isolated Sickleburg. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You tuck the gloves away into their place. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "sleep" | ||
| CF ] Chamber | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > SLEEP | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Undressed, you curl yourself into a tight ball and sink down into the | ||
| CF | corner. Strange pulsing vibrations fill your body. After a time, sleep | ||
| CF | envelopes you, and you dream of finding release from some final | ||
| CF | prison. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | And then you wake up. And you ride the trolley to the Brodie Building. | ||
| CF | And you maintain the perfect outer appearance of an opera-loving | ||
| CF | insurance underwriter. And though it would be cold comfort to those | ||
| CF | who perished last night at the Sickleburg Opera house, you have | ||
| CF | managed to prevent the emergence of your true nature for one more day. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | *** fin (1 of 3) *** | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the | ||
| CF | last command? | ||
| CF | > | Knight_Otu says, "Hm." | |
| DavidW asks, "And what would trigger the middle ending?" | ||
| Knight_Otu asks, "Sleeping in our clothes?" | ||
| DavidW asks, "Sleep without undressing at all? Removing the face first?" | ||
| Jade says, "2 of 3 achieved" | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "restart" | ||
| CF ] Chamber | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | The sets were gaudy and the singing both tuneless and tasteless. But | ||
| CF | who goes to the Sickleburg Opera for the sets or for the singing? | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | It is nearly dawn, and at last you've come back to your chamber. Soon | ||
| CF | you might SLEEP, but first, LOOK around, EXAMINE your surroundings if | ||
| CF | you wish, take INVENTORY of your possessions, and TAKE OFF the things | ||
| CF | you are wearing. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | fin de sickleburg | ||
| CF | An Interactive Flash Fiction by Caleb Wilson | ||
| CF | Release 2 / Serial number 200611 / Inform 7 build 6M62 (I6/v6.34 lib | ||
| CF | 6/12N) | ||
| CF | Type ABOUT at the > for more information. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Chamber | ||
| CF | Your own little cell. The walls are paneled wood below waist-height, | ||
| CF | expensive wallpaper above. All around, in glazed pots, houseplants. A | ||
| CF | mirror hangs on the wall before you. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "sleep" | ||
| CF ] Chamber | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > SLEEP | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | But you're not yet undressed! | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "remove wallpaper" | ||
| CF ] Chamber | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > REMOVE WALLPAPER | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You aren't wearing the wallpaper. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "touch mirror" | ||
| CF ] Chamber | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > TOUCH MIRROR | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | [This game only recognizes five commands. LOOK to see where you are. | ||
| CF | EXAMINE things that are mentioned in the text. Take INVENTORY to see | ||
| CF | what you have. TAKE OFF things. SLEEP.] | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "remove face" | ||
| CF ] Chamber | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > REMOVE FACE | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You find that you cannot wait another second. You tear off the false | ||
| CF | face, your whole body vibrating with a sudden rage that comes over you | ||
| CF | like a flush or dizzy spell. You lunge forward and smash the mirror, | ||
| CF | then stagger sideways, out of your chamber, into the hall, into the | ||
| CF | street, where the night's mayhem continues. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | What is it the revelers say, that night isn't over until the bells of | ||
| CF | Sickleburg Cathedral ring? You head toward Ceremony Plaza, and the | ||
| CF | cathedral, next. You could cut the bell ropes. Or maybe you will just | ||
| CF | gnaw through them. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | *** fin (2 of 3) *** | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the | ||
| CF | last command? | ||
| CF | > | DavidW says, "That's all of the endings." | |
| MoyTravis says, "Pretty fast." | ||
| DavidW says, "It's a very short game. One room, few objects." | ||
| MoyTravis asks, "I assume this is, like, what, Phantom of the Opera?" | ||
| Roger says, "short but punchy" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "And limited commands." | ||
| DavidW says (to KO), "That too." | ||
| Jade says, "yes, all done..." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Interesting little look." | ||
| Jade says, "very, very, very small" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| Jade says, "it remains me "The Phantom" as well" | ||
| Jade says, "*remids" | ||
| Jade says, "this is fewer than a coffee break game" | ||
| Jade says, "smaller" | ||
| Roger says, "that speed-if length but better than speed-if quality" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "The "nonhuman protagonist" tag is a bit of a spoiler on that, looking at IFDB." | ||
| DavidW says, "This game reminded me of Fallen London." | ||
| Roger says, "yeah it has some overtones of that" | ||
| Jade says, "Written for Gothic Novel Jam 2018" | ||
| Jade says, "the game is in Mathbrush's newest list: Games that could use more reviews" | ||
| Roger says, "sounds like a long list" | ||
| Jade says, "not so long. A dozen" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "- [LINK] -" | ||
| Jade says, "[LINK] yes it is" | ||
| MoyTravis says, "A'right, thanks all! Cya 'round." | ||
| MoyTravis goes home. | Knight_Otu exclaims, "Good night everyone, and stay safe!" | |
| Jade says, "I have written a review, it has two now." | ||
| Knight_Otu goes home. | Roger says, "thanks, Jade! See you next time hopefully" | |
| DavidW says, "thanks all" | ||
