  
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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| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "load sleepmask dyingofthelight" | ||
| CF ] | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | This game was written in 4 hours for the Petite Mort section of | ||
| CF | Ectocomp 2023. It is about dementia-related psychosis and contains | ||
| CF | violence. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | PRESS ANY KEY TO CONTINUE | DavidW says, "Yes, itch.io isn't friendly to me." | |
| keltena says, "I don't think that particular quirk is friendly to anyone, tbh" | ||
| DavidW asks, "well, Ectocomp, eh?" | ||
| keltena says, "Casualty of having to click "play" to see the Inform 7 "play or download?" webpage." | ||
| keltena says, "Yeah." | ||
| keltena asks, "Anyway. Shall we press any key?" | ||
| DavidW says, "Not the comp for buttercups and rainbow sprinkles." | ||
| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
| CF ] | ||
| CF | Your eyes sting and water. Bleary. They come into semi-focus, | ||
| CF | everything blurred and pale, dangerous, hurtful. Your ears register | ||
| CF | noises: voices, clinks, rustles, scrapes. Threatening sounds. Your | ||
| CF | mind is muffled, everything foggy, muffled. You blink and raise your | ||
| CF | chin from your chest, trying to remember, to think, to understand. You | ||
| CF | are ready to fight, to spill blood, to defend yourself. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | PRESS ANY KEY TO CONTINUE | ||
| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | The Dying of the Light | ||
| CF | An Interactive Fiction by Amanda Walker | ||
| CF | Release 1 / Serial number 231030 / Inform 7 build 6M62 (I6/v6.34 lib | ||
| CF | 6/12N) | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You are sitting a wooden thing. On the wooden thing is a round thing | ||
| CF | with food on it. Food! You know what it is. A man is on one side of | ||
| CF | you, eating his own food, hand shaking. A woman is on your other side. | ||
| CF | She stabs at her food with a silver thing, her face slack. Shapes | ||
| CF | shift further away, but you can't see or hear them clearly. A Presence | ||
| CF | hovers behind you, at your shoulder, but you can't see it. It makes | ||
| CF | noise that hurts you. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | DavidW says, "ah. We're an alien or elf or other oddity that doesn't know human stuff." | |
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x me" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X ME | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You can see your hands. They're your hands because you can move them. | ||
| CF | But they look so strange, knotted and gnarled and spotted, with dark | ||
| CF | spots under the nails, bruises up and down your wrinkled arms. So thin | ||
| CF | and frail. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You can see your clothing, a shapeless red bag, stained and wrinkled. | ||
| CF | How are you wearing this? | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | Jade says, "no, we are losing our mind, Alzehimer" | |
| DavidW says, "And we're not in our proper body either." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| keltena says, "Well. In a manner of speaking, maybe, but I don't think literally." | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x food" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X FOOD | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Which do you mean, your food, the man's food or the woman's food? | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "your food" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > YOUR FOOD | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You can't see any such thing. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | keltena says, "Maybe metaphorically, depending where this is going." | |
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x my food" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X MY FOOD | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You could eat it. You don't know what is is, but you should, and that | ||
| CF | colors your fear with an edge of panic. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "eat my food" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > EAT MY FOOD | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You take a bite and chew it with difficulty. It used to be easy, but | ||
| CF | now bits of it fall from your mouth. You swallow what's left and choke | ||
| CF | a little. So hard to do. You put the food back on the round thing, | ||
| CF | your anger rising. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | Jade says, "That game is about Amanda's mother" | |
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "about" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > ABOUT | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | That's not a verb I recognise. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "info" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > INFO | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | That's not a verb I recognise. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | Jade says, "As her previous games" | |
| DavidW says, "I did see there was a separate file for reading after the game." | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x plate" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X PLATE | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You can't see any such thing. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x man" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X MAN | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Old. Sharp of face. Shaky hands. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x woman" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X WOMAN | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Old. Sagging face. Angry expression. She stabs at her food with her | ||
| CF | silver thing. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | Jade says, "yes, after the game." | |
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "look" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > LOOK | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You are sitting a wooden thing. On the wooden thing is a round thing | ||
| CF | with food on it. Food! You know what it is. A man is on one side of | ||
| CF | you, eating his own food, hand shaking. A woman is on your other side. | ||
| CF | She stabs at her food with a silver thing, her face slack. Shapes | ||
| CF | shift further away, but you can't see or hear them clearly. A Presence | ||
| CF | hovers behind you, at your shoulder, but you can't see it. It makes | ||
| CF | noise that hurts you. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x presence" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X PRESENCE | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You can't see it. You start to turn to see it, but suddenly feel a | ||
| CF | weight on your shoulder pushing you back toward your food. Its voice | ||
| CF | grates at your ear. It wants you to eat. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "eat my food" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > EAT MY FOOD | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You can't stand the thought of it. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x woman's food" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X WOMAN'S FOOD | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | It's for eating.You don't know what is is, but you should, and that | ||
| CF | colors your fear with an edge of panic. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x man's food" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X MAN'S FOOD | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | It's for eating.You don't know what is is, but you should, and that | ||
| CF | colors your fear with an edge of panic. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x table" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X TABLE | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You can't see any such thing. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | keltena asks, "Talk to one of them?" | |
| Roger says, "refusing to eat food? We must be a cat" | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "talk to man" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > TALK TO MAN | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You try to say something, but only garbled sounds come from your | ||
| CF | mouth. Why can't you talk? | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x bag" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X BAG | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | A shapeless red bag, stained and wrinkled. You don't recognize it, yet | ||
| CF | you're wearing it. This makes you anxious. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | keltena asks, "Point to my food?" | |
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > I | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You are carrying: | ||
| CF | clothes (being worn) | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "point to my food" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > POINT TO MY FOOD | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | That's not a verb I recognise. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take my food" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > TAKE MY FOOD | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Taken. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "give my food to woman" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > GIVE MY FOOD TO WOMAN | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | (your food to the woman) | ||
| CF | the woman doesn't seem interested. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | keltena asks, "Stand?" | |
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "eat woman's food" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > EAT WOMAN'S FOOD | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | That's plainly inedible. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "stand" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > STAND | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You try to get up, to flee, but the Presence drones in your ear and a | ||
| CF | weight presses hard on your shoulder. It won't let you go. You'll have | ||
| CF | to fight to leave. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | keltena says, "Oh, that's a good use of that response." | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Oh dear, inedible food." | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "hit presence" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > HIT PRESENCE | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You lunge at the Presence and smash your food into their face. It | ||
| CF | crumbles to bits and you explode from your seat, looking for escape. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | People all in green, hands out, coming at you. They're surrounding | ||
| CF | you. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Voices raised, the people in green, moving as one, lunge at you, their | ||
| CF | faces contorted. Monsters. Fear surges, becomes panic, the desire to | ||
| CF | run. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "run" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > RUN | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You'll have to say which compass direction to go in. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Anger fills you, becomes rage as hands reach for you, voices shouting, | ||
| CF | speaking in a langauge you used to know, speaking in voices that say | ||
| CF | "no." You bare your teeth, overcome with a desire to hurt them. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n" | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > N | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You try to run in some direction, any direction, but they are | ||
| CF | surrounding you, their arms reaching out to hurt you, to kill you. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Suddenly your arms are pinned and you are pulled to the floor and | ||
| CF | their fingers are digging into you and you are writhing and twisting | ||
| CF | and howling with your rage and panic. The hands on you get tighter, | ||
| CF | squeezing, hurting. A bright pain blooms in your arm and | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | your hands are dropping though you will them to punch | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | your vision is narrowing | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | sounds fall away | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | black | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | PRESS ANY KEY TO CONTINUE | Roger says, "get your hands off me, you damn dirty apes" | |
| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You are sitting on something soft, your head nodding to your chest. | ||
| CF | How did you get here? Music and speech pierces your aching brain, | ||
| CF | coming from a large rectangular thing on the wall. Bright pictures | ||
| CF | flash on it. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | A woman is sitting on her own soft thing near you. She's holding a | ||
| CF | fluffy thing, cradling it and muttering to it. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | There's an opening in the wall. Through the opening you can see a girl | ||
| CF | doing something. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | And you can see something so important that it stops your breath for a | ||
| CF | second. You know its name. It's a DOOR, and doors lead out. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | keltena asks, "Look at the opening?" | |
| Lancelot asks, "hospital?" | ||
| DavidW says, "so, on an armchair, watching TV, and the woman has a cat." | ||
| Jade says, "psychiatric hospital" | ||
| DavidW asks, "Hospital? Really?" | ||
| keltena says, "Or a stuffed animal, maybe; that was my first thought" | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x woman" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X WOMAN | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Old, white hair. Hunched over her fluffy thing, muttering to it and | ||
| CF | stroking it. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | Knight_Otu says, "Probably a stuffed animal, yes." | |
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x fluffy thing" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X FLUFFY THING | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | An animal! But a strange one. So still in her lap, like dead. Blank | ||
| CF | glassy eyes. Holes in its fur, its white insides poking out. Something | ||
| CF | very wrong with this. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | Lancelot says, "yeah she was restrained and taken here" | |
| keltena says, "Hospital or some sort of home" | ||
| DavidW says, "oh, not a real cat. Could be a stuffed toy, yes." | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x tv" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X TV | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You aren't interested in that anymore. Only the woman and her fluffy | ||
| CF | thing interest you now. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "touch fluffy" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > TOUCH FLUFFY | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You feel nothing unexpected. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x girl" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X GIRL | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You aren't interested in that anymore. Only the woman and her fluffy | ||
| CF | thing interest you now. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | keltena says, "Oh, that's interesting. Design-wise, I mean." | |
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "talk to woman" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > TALK TO WOMAN | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You try to say something, but only garbled sounds come from your | ||
| CF | mouth. Why can't you talk? | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > I | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You are carrying: | ||
| CF | clothes (being worn) | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | keltena asks, "Can we talk to the fluffy thing?" | |
| keltena says, "(Probably not, but.)" | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "talk to fluffy" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > TALK TO FLUFFY | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | There is no reply. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take fluffy" | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > TAKE FLUFFY | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You rip the fluffy thing from the woman's lap and she screeches and | ||
| CF | hits at you, but you pull away, ripping and tearing at the fluffy | ||
| CF | thing until it is in shreds, the woman crying and slapping you. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | And suddenly arms are around you, pinning you, hurting you, loud | ||
| CF | voices of the enemy saying nothing and you kick and bite, rewarded | ||
| CF | with a scream, but more hands come, and the sting in your arm and | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | your hands are dropping though you will them to punch | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | your vision is narrowing | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | sounds fall away | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | black | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | PRESS ANY KEY TO CONTINUE | ||
| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You are sitting on something soft, your head nodding to your chest. | ||
| CF | How did you get here? Music and speech pierces your aching brain, | ||
| CF | coming from a large rectangular thing on the wall. Bright pictures | ||
| CF | flash on it. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Another soft thing, empty, is near you. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | There's an opening in the wall. Through the opening you can see a girl | ||
| CF | doing something. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | And you can see something so important that it stops your breath for a | ||
| CF | second. You know its name. It's a DOOR, and doors lead out. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | Knight_Otu says, "Damn." | |
| DavidW asks, "Someone else want to try?" | ||
| keltena says, "Sure, if you want" | ||
| DavidW says, "Please" | ||
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "x opening" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X OPENING | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | An opening in the wall, about waist height, with a surface. A girl | ||
| CF | bustles around on the other side of the opening, putting small round | ||
| CF | things into... CUPS. The word bursts into your mind and you blurt it | ||
| CF | out loudly so you'll remember it. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | Lancelot says, "what about that door" | |
| keltena says, "Oh, sure" | ||
| DavidW says, "Looks like not-cat lady is gone." | ||
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "x door" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X DOOR | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You aren't interested in that anymore. Only the opening and the girl | ||
| CF | interest you now. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | Lancelot says, "argh" | |
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "x cups" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X CUPS | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Small soft cups with small round things in them. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | In the cups is a small round things. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | DavidW asks, "pills?" | |
| keltena says, "Sounds right." | ||
| DavidW asks, "eat the round things?" | ||
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "x small round things" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X SMALL ROUND THINGS | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | They are very small, different colors, round. They are in... the word | ||
| CF | leaps to your mind for once; CUPS. They make your heart beat faster. | ||
| CF | They will try to make you eat these, but you won't do it. You'll fight | ||
| CF | them. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "x door" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X DOOR | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You aren't interested in that anymore. Only the opening and the girl | ||
| CF | interest you now. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "open door" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > OPEN DOOR | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You grab the handle and pull and push, but the door won't open. You | ||
| CF | think the gray square on the wall controls it. People push numbers on | ||
| CF | it and the door opens, but you don't know the numbers. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | DavidW asks, "oh. Push the cups?" | |
| Lancelot says, "not much we can do looks like" | ||
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "x square" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X SQUARE | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You aren't interested in that anymore. Only the opening and the girl | ||
| CF | interest you now. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "push cups" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > PUSH CUPS | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Nothing obvious happens. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | Lancelot says, "pfff" | |
| DavidW says, "throw cups" | ||
| Lancelot asks, "empty cups?" | ||
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "empty cups" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > EMPTY CUPS | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | That's not a verb I recognise. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "put small round things on floor" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > PUT SMALL ROUND THINGS ON FLOOR | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You can't see any such thing. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "drop small round things" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > DROP SMALL ROUND THINGS | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You haven't got that. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | Lancelot says, "drop cup" | |
| DavidW says, "throw" | ||
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "take cup" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > TAKE CUP | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You can't see any such thing. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "take cups" | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > TAKE CUPS | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | In a rage, you grab the little cups and the small round things go | ||
| CF | flying. The girl looks at you and it's the face of an enemy, warping | ||
| CF | and ugly and mean and she shouts. You hear footsteps running toward | ||
| CF | you and you turn, ready to fight the enemies coming to attack you, but | ||
| CF | they are too many and too quick. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | And suddenly arms are around you, pinning you, hurting you, loud | ||
| CF | voices of the enemy saying nothing and you kick and bite, rewarded | ||
| CF | with a scream, but more hands come, and the sting in your arm and | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | your hands are dropping though you will them to punch | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | your vision is narrowing | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | sounds fall away | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | black | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | PRESS ANY KEY TO CONTINUE | DavidW says, "geez, this is bleak" | |
| keltena says, "Yeah. :(" | ||
| Lancelot says, "this is almost like limited parser lol... guess the command that works" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "It is." | ||
| keltena pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You are sitting on something soft, your head nodding to your chest. | ||
| CF | How did you get here? Music and speech pierces your aching brain, | ||
| CF | coming from a large rectangular thing on the wall. Bright pictures | ||
| CF | flash on it. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Another soft thing, empty, is near you. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | There's an opening in the wall. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | And you can see something so important that it stops your breath for a | ||
| CF | second. You know its name. It's a DOOR, and doors lead out. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | DavidW asks, "Girl's gone. Maybe the door is available now?" | |
| Lancelot says, "yeah go and get out of here :D" | ||
| keltena says, "Yeah, I was going to say, it's... an *effective* use of the communication struggles inherent to the medium, but oof." | ||
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "x square" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X SQUARE | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | A gray square with number on it. You know they're numbers, but their | ||
| CF | shapes swim in and out of focus and mean nothing, which agitates you. | ||
| CF | You should understand these. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | keltena says, "We don't know the numbers, is the problem." | |
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "press numbers" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > PRESS NUMBERS | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You press at the number and the square beeps. Nothing else happens. | ||
| CF | You don't know the right numbers. You can't read the numbers anyway. | ||
| CF | This makes you so afraid. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "breathe" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > BREATHE | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | That's not a verb I recognise. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | keltena says, "Well. :(" | |
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "x soft thing" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X SOFT THING | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You aren't interested in that anymore. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | DavidW asks, "So, it's a keypad sort of thing?" | |
| keltena says, "Yeah." | ||
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "l" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > L | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You are transfixed by the door and the people walking by on the other | ||
| CF | side. They are making you angry. Everything else has ceased to exist. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "x people" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X PEOPLE | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | A shiny door with a shiny handle. Next to it is a gray square on the | ||
| CF | wall. You can see right through it. People walk by on the other side | ||
| CF | down a hall. They don't look at you. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "knock on door" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > KNOCK ON DOOR | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You knock on the door, hoping some of the people passing by on the | ||
| CF | other side will hear and help. But they look at you, then look away | ||
| CF | and keep going. This enrages you. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | DavidW asks, "Hit the door?" | |
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "hit door" | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > HIT DOOR | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Burning with anger, you strike at the clear door, hammering your fists | ||
| CF | on it. It trembles satisfyingly and you know you can break it, but | ||
| CF | there's shouting and footsteps running toward you and you pound | ||
| CF | desperately on the door, screaming at the people you can see on the | ||
| CF | other side, their faces frightened like you are frightened, trying to | ||
| CF | call for help but only able to make a high keening noise. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | And suddenly arms are around you, pinning you, hurting you, loud | ||
| CF | voices of the enemy saying nothing and you kick and bite, rewarded | ||
| CF | with a scream, but more hands come, and the sting in your arm and | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | your hands are dropping though you will them to punch | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | your vision is narrowing | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | sounds fall away | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | black | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | PRESS ANY KEY TO CONTINUE | DavidW says, "gak" | |
| DavidW says, "We're eliminating this room one item at a time." | ||
| Jade says, "cool and great" | ||
| keltena says, "Yeah..." | ||
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "press space" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You are sitting on something soft, your head nodding to your chest. | ||
| CF | How did you get here? Music and speech pierces your aching brain, | ||
| CF | coming from a large rectangular thing on the wall. Bright pictures | ||
| CF | flash on it. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Another soft thing, empty, is near you. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | There's an opening in the wall. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Blackness, moving softly like cloth, hovers where there used to be a | ||
| CF | door. They've taken the door away. There's no escape. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | keltena says, "Oh god that's a gut punch." | |
| DavidW says, "Break or enter the TV." | ||
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "x blackness" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X BLACKNESS | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You can't see any such thing. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "enter tv" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > ENTER TV | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | That's not something you can enter. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "x it" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X IT | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Bright pictures flash across its surface, here and gone before you can | ||
| CF | comprehend them. Music and voices trill from it, hurting your head. | ||
| CF | You used to have one of these. It told stories, and you loved to watch | ||
| CF | them. But this one isn't telling any story you can understand. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You are hypnotized by the rectangular thing. You move closer to it. | ||
| CF | . | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | DavidW says, "touch it" | |
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "talk to it" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > TALK TO IT | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | There is no reply. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | The rectangular thing shrieks and flashes. You hate it. | ||
| CF | . | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | Lancelot says, "break it" | |
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "turn it off" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > TURN IT OFF | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | It isn't something you can switch. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Your rage at the rectangular thing is growing. You long to smash it. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "break it" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > BREAK IT | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | (first taking the large rectangular thing) | ||
| CF | You don't think you could take that. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You are hypnotized by the rectangular thing. You move closer to it. | ||
| CF | . | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | Lancelot says, "poltergeist anyone" | |
| DavidW says, "okay, kick it" | ||
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "kick it" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > KICK IT | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | That's not a verb I recognise. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "l" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > L | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You are transfixed by the rectangular thing with its flashing pictures | ||
| CF | and loud noise. It is making you angry. Everything else has ceased to | ||
| CF | exist. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | The rectangular thing shrieks and flashes. You hate it. | ||
| CF | . | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | DavidW asks, "hit instead of break?" | |
| Knight_Otu says, "Probably." | ||
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "hit thing" | ||
| CF ] Room | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > HIT THING | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Which do you mean, the large rectangular thing or the soft thing? | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "rectangular" | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > RECTANGULAR | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You lash out at the rectangl ular thing, hurting your hands as you | ||
| CF | smash at it, screaming your frustration and rage. It cracks and | ||
| CF | flashes neon, the sounds warping and dying as you hammer on it with | ||
| CF | bruised hands. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | And suddenly arms are around you, pinning you, hurting you, loud | ||
| CF | voices of the enemy saying nothing and you kick and bite, rewarded | ||
| CF | with a scream, but more hands come, and the sting in your arm and | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | your hands are dropping though you will them to punch | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | your vision is narrowing | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | sounds fall away | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | black | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | PRESS ANY KEY TO CONTINUE | DavidW says, "man" | |
| Lancelot asks, "we end up wih an empty room?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Tragedic." | ||
| keltena says (to ClubFloyd), "press space" | ||
| CF ] RoomD | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Your eyes open a bit. They are crusty, painful. Arm throbs. You are | ||
| CF | lying down, curled in a ball, so sad you could die. Wet salt on your | ||
| CF | face like fire. Body shaking. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You don't understand. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You don't remember. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You are alone. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | *** The End *** | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last | ||
| CF | command? | ||
| CF | > | DavidW says, "Soon we'll have nothing left to attack but ourselves." | |
| Lancelot says, "oh thats it" | ||
| keltena says, "D:" | ||
| DavidW says, "whew" | ||
| Jade says, "and this is Amanda's mom by now" | ||
| DavidW says, "At least it was short. But very unsettling." | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Yeah." | ||
| Lancelot says, "definitely not a nice way to live your last years" | ||
| keltena says, "Yeah." | ||
| DavidW asks, "Remember the good old days when we'd kill vampires for their gold?" | ||
| Knight_Otu says, "Some things need different outlets." | ||
| DavidW asks, "Someone said there are download links I missed because I didn't click through to the play-it-online page?" | ||
| keltena says, "I think one of the parts I find most distressing is that I genuinely have no idea what, if anything, has happened between these playable scenes. Did they happen back to back? Did we have neutral or good days at some point in between any of them? I have no idea." | ||
| Lancelot says, "it felt like a condensed experience" | ||
| keltena says, "Yeah, I think the problem is that Inform 7's webpage format includes a download link, but the way you host those webpages on itch requires people to hit play to see them." | ||
| Jade says, "Amanda has some other games about this theme" | ||
