  
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 Discussion
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| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "load sleepmask nomore" | ||
| CF ] | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | "Stop, please!" your mother cries, but your father's hands on your arm | ||
| CF | only tighten. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | "I'll take no more of her insolence! Let the nuns deal with her." | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | The clouds are blotting out the full moon overhead. Your father yanks | ||
| CF | you toward the waiting carriage, but you twist your head to look back, | ||
| CF | your breath puffing out in ghostly wisps. Your two sisters stand on | ||
| CF | either side of your mother; the middle one openly weeps, while the | ||
| CF | youngest has her small fists balled, a look of helpless anger on her | ||
| CF | face. You soften your grimace and meet their gazes in turn. It | ||
| CF | will be okay, you mouth. Then your father is shoving you into the | ||
| CF | carriage and climbing in after you. | ||
| DavidW pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | carriage and climbing in after you. | ||
| CF | No More | ||
| CF | An interactive horror story by Tabitha | ||
| CF | Release 1 / Serial number 241031 / Inform 7 v10.1.2 | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | [Type ABOUT for information about the game, including how to play | ||
| CF | in story mode.] | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | In the carriage | ||
| CF | You're sitting on the bench, the carriage swaying and creaking as it | ||
| CF | carries you ever farther from your home. The curtain is pulled shut, | ||
| CF | but you can see a sliver of clouded sky at its edge, ever-shifting as | ||
| CF | the horses trot on. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Your father sits across from you. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | The lantern hanging from the ceiling casts eerie shadows as it swings | ||
| CF | back and forth. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "about" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > ABOUT | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Made for ECTOCOMP 2024, this work is an interactive story that will | ||
| CF | move forward as you explore. Look at the things around you (by typing | ||
| CF | "x [thing]", "x" being short for "examine"), and try interacting with | ||
| CF | them. If you'd like to watch the story unfold without needing to type | ||
| CF | commands yourself, type STORY to enable story mode. Story mode can | ||
| CF | only be enabled at the beginning of the game. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | If you'd like to view content warnings, type "CW". | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You can record a transcript of your playthrough by typing "transcript" | ||
| CF | (alternatively, you can copy and paste the text of your playthrough | ||
| CF | into a text document when you're done). Seeing players' transcripts is | ||
| CF | fun and can help me improve the game, so feel free to share yours with | ||
| CF | me, either via intfiction.org, Discord, or email | ||
| CF | (alyshkalia@gmail.com). | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Many thanks to testers Drew Cook, mathbrush, manonamora, SkyShard, and | ||
| CF | Amanda Walker, who provided invaluable feedback, and extra thanks to | ||
| CF | Drew for the code help and the story mode extension! Thanks also to | ||
| CF | Drew's Let's Make IF series, from which I learned about using scenes | ||
| CF | in Inform, and to everyone in the Neo-Interactives Discord who helped | ||
| CF | me with Inform troubleshooting and provided general moral support! | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "cw" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > CW | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | In this game, you play as the child of an abusive parent. There are | ||
| CF | references to physical and verbal abuse throughout. For more details, | ||
| CF | type DETAIL. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | DavidW asks, "do we want DETAIL?" | |
| Roger says, "I guess we should, if only for the benefit of transcript-readers" | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "detail" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > DETAIL | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | The player character is minorly physically injured by her abusive | ||
| CF | father, and during the course of the game she is berated and | ||
| CF | threatened by him. The game ends with genre-typical violence toward | ||
| CF | the father. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | Roger says, "that genre being nun-revenge fantasy" | |
| DavidW says, "So I guess we get to push him off a cliff or something." | ||
| Jade says, "Spoiler here" | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x me" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X ME | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You sit with legs crossed and hands tucked into the folds of your | ||
| CF | skirts, suppressing your body's urge to shiver. A dull pain has | ||
| CF | settled in your arm. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | "Stop fidgeting," your father snaps, even though you barely moved. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x father" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X FATHER | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | His face is set in a disapproving scowl that's all too familiar. Anger | ||
| CF | radiates from him like heat; the square of his clerical collar is | ||
| CF | white-hot on his throat. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | In your mind, an image lingers. An illustration from a book you | ||
| CF | shouldn't have seen, let alone possessed. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| Roger says (to cf), "pray" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > PRAY | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Doing that wouldn't make sense, or isn't possible. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x collar" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X COLLAR | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | This is why he's so hard on you all, he says. You've got to set an | ||
| CF | example for the parish. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x lantern" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X LANTERN | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | A wrought iron cage for a flame. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x bench" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X BENCH | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You've sat here many times before, usually with your mother and | ||
| CF | sisters as companions, traveling to church in your father's hours-old | ||
| CF | wake. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask father about nuns" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > ASK FATHER ABOUT NUNS | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | As soon as you open your mouth to speak, your father's smoldering gaze | ||
| CF | lights on you. "I don't want to hear a single word out of you," he | ||
| CF | growls. You close your mouth. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | The illustration was horrible, but also... fascinating. You | ||
| CF | studied it enough to memorize every detail. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "think about illustration" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > THINK ABOUT ILLUSTRATION | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Doing that wouldn't make sense, or isn't possible. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "think" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > THINK | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Doing that wouldn't make sense, or isn't possible. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "look" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > LOOK | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | In the carriage | ||
| CF | You're sitting on the bench, the carriage swaying and creaking as it | ||
| CF | carries you ever farther from your home. The curtain is pulled shut, | ||
| CF | but you can see a sliver of clouded sky at its edge, ever-shifting as | ||
| CF | the horses trot on. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Your father sits across from you. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | The carriage hits a rock and jolts. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x curtain" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X CURTAIN | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | A velvet barrier between you and the sky. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x sky" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X SKY | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | All you can see is a bit of the clouds' moonlight-limned edges. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Finally, you decided: you wanted that to be you. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | Roger says, "maybe we get to summon Cthulhu! That would be genre-typical" | |
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "open curtain" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > OPEN CURTAIN | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You lift a hand, reaching for the curtain, but your father barks, | ||
| CF | "Leave it!" You obey. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | "I don't know which part of 'honor thy father and mother' you don't | ||
| CF | understand," your father mutters. "If not for the grace of God, I | ||
| CF | would have…" He trails off, steeling his mouth into a firm line. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | The bit of sky you can see looks brighter now. You withdraw your | ||
| CF | cramped hands and fold them neatly on your lap, plastering a demure | ||
| CF | look on your face. What he sees is nothing like what you are. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "listen" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > LISTEN | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Hoofbeats, the creak of the carriage, your own breath. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | Roger says, "Father, I yearn for the mines" | |
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "smell" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > SMELL | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | The carriage has a slightly musty odor that mingles with the tang of | ||
| CF | your fearful sweat. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > I | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You have nothing; your father didn't allow you time to pack. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "hug dad" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > HUG DAD | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Doing that wouldn't make sense, or isn't possible. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | Jacqueline says, "Fair" | |
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x horses" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X HORSES | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You can't see that here. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | DavidW says, "I'm running out of things to try." | |
| Roger says, "dad, give me long glass of sherbet" | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "xyzzy" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > XYZZY | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Is that a whiff of magic in the air? No, you must be imagining things. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| Roger says (to cf), "out" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > OUT | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You can't get out of the moving carriage. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take collar" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > TAKE COLLAR | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | There's no point in that. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "hum" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > HUM | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Doing that wouldn't make sense, or isn't possible. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "pray" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > PRAY | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Doing that wouldn't make sense, or isn't possible. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "cough" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > COUGH | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Doing that wouldn't make sense, or isn't possible. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "l" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > L | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | In the carriage | ||
| CF | You're sitting on the bench, the carriage swaying and creaking around | ||
| CF | you. The curtain is shut, but the sliver of clouded sky you can | ||
| CF | glimpse looks a bit brighter than before. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Your father sits across from you, face hard. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | The shadows cast by the swinging lantern dance across the ceiling with | ||
| CF | abandon. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x shadows" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X SHADOWS | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Dark and dancing. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x ceiling" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X CEILING | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | The lantern hangs from its center. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "touch lantern" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > TOUCH LANTERN | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Doing that wouldn't make sense, or isn't possible. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x face" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X FACE | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You've seen that look he's wearing before—hatred. Apparently | ||
| CF | "Whosoever hateth his brother is a murderer" doesn't apply equally for | ||
| CF | daughters. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "open bench" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > OPEN BENCH | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Doing that wouldn't make sense, or isn't possible. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x floor" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X FLOOR | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | A part of the carriage you don't have cause to think much about. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x door" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X DOOR | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | A part of the carriage you don't have cause to think much about. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| Roger says (to cf), "sleep" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > SLEEP | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You're too on edge to fall asleep. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x sky" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X SKY | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | The light at the edge of the clouds glows brighter now. It makes you | ||
| CF | feel emboldened. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "breathe" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > BREATHE | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Doing that wouldn't make sense, or isn't possible. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "open curtain" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > OPEN CURTAIN | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You reach toward the curtain again, staring your father down as you | ||
| CF | do. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | "Stop it!" he snarls, smacking the seat beside him, startling you | ||
| CF | enough that you drop your hand. His face is going dark with rage. | ||
| CF | "Don't think I won't halt this carriage and beat some respect into | ||
| CF | you!" | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | A beam of moonlight is shining into the carriage now. You don't feel | ||
| CF | cold anymore, or weak, or afraid. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | Jade says, "kill man" | |
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "open curtain" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > OPEN CURTAIN | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You yank the curtain open. Your father lunges forward, but before he | ||
| CF | can hit you, he recoils with a cry. Where the moonlight touches you, | ||
| CF | you're sprouting dark, coarse hair. Your fingers are growing shorter, | ||
| CF | your fingernails becoming claws. Most importantly, your jaw is | ||
| CF | elongating, and your teeth are narrowing into fangs. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | "Get away from me, demon!" your father shrieks. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | Roger says, "lol whut" | |
| DavidW says, "werewolf" | ||
| Roger says, "oh, thank you" | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x me" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > X ME | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | Hair covers your skin. Your hands and feet are now paws. A snout | ||
| CF | stretches out between your eyes, and your teeth end in wickedly sharp | ||
| CF | points. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | > | ||
| DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "kill father" | ||
| CF ] In the carriage | ||
| CF | > | ||
| CF | > KILL FATHER | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | You aim for that infernal collar. His scream is silenced within | ||
| CF | moments. He tastes as noxious as you expected, but that's a small | ||
| CF | price to pay. | ||
| CF | | ||
| CF | The driver's urging the horses to a stop; it's time to go. You burst | ||
| CF | through the door and run off into the night. Tomorrow you'll return | ||
| CF | home, with a story of getting attacked by highwaymen on the road. | ||
| CF | Tonight... you're going to enjoy your first taste of real freedom. | ||
| 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 | > | Roger says, "maybe more of a werebeagle" | |
| Jade says, "cool" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "WOO" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Great ending. A++" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Quick vignette." | ||
| DavidW says, "I didn't have any other games chosen for today. Just those too. I didn't expect them to both be so short." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "It's fine. I think we played them in the proper order." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "They were both good in very different ways." | ||
| DavidW says, "yeah" | ||
