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, "I guess we'll play The End Means Escape. Unfortunately, it doesn't run under sleepmask. Sorry, Jacq!" | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "load endmeans" | ||
CF | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | tadsr - A text-only TADS 2.5.10 Interpreter. | ||
CF | Copyright (c) 1993, 2006 by Michael J. Roberts. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | | ||
CF | | ||
CF | It always starts this way. Peacefully. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | | ||
CF | The End Means Escape | ||
CF | by D.O. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | [Enter "ABOUT" for special information about this game.] | ||
CF | | ||
CF | | ||
CF | | ||
CF | (The room begins its movement..... | ||
CF | | ||
CF | Chamber Music | ||
CF | Along one wall, a sunken door confronts you, while a balloon, | ||
CF | shunting within the walled confines, wafts across your view and over a | ||
CF | brittle table. Spread loosely upon the table, a book lies open. And | ||
CF | below, on the floor, a pair of folding scissors and a monetary note | ||
CF | rest, in separate corners. The floor lamp reveals all of this by its | ||
CF | generous shine, which tops out near the shadowed ceiling. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "about" | ||
CF | This game was developed with TADS, the Text Adventure Development | ||
CF | System. Many thanks to Mike Roberts for his continuing work on this | ||
CF | excellent set of tools. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | If need be, you can enter "HINT" repeatedly to get more and more | ||
CF | explicit help on progressing farther in the game. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | Permission is given to the Sixth Annual Interactive Fiction Competition | ||
CF | and to Stephen Granade to include this game on the distribution CD. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | D.O. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x me" | ||
CF | You are strange, even to yourself. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i" | ||
CF | You have nothing but a sensation of being observed. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x sunken door" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "sunken" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x door" | ||
CF | Closed-face, the extruded plastic panel with a blue matte finish | ||
CF | challenges you. It is augmented with the powder-blue metal frame, and | ||
CF | the brass hinges and knob. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x frame" | ||
CF | Much sturdier than the panel, the hollow aluminum frame provides the | ||
CF | fixed setting for the door. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x hinges" | ||
CF | The hinges are warped, as if from intense heat. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x knob" | ||
CF | The knob is a polished sphere of unrelieved brass. The face plate | ||
CF | extends below the knob shaft to allow a place for the keyhole. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x keyhole" | ||
CF | The hole is puckered, so that no key can fit. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "kick door" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "kick" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x balloon" | ||
CF | At the peak of inflation, the glossy white balloon drifts, | ||
CF | unencumbered. Without a string, without a knot. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x table" | ||
CF | It's a simple, four-legged table, fashioned from fine blonde wood. The | ||
CF | one thing on its tabletop is the book. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x book" | ||
CF | As you lean closer to examine it, the book slams itself shut and turns | ||
CF | its spine toward you. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x book" | ||
CF | The book, thick with words and pages, is bound with hazy green leather. | ||
CF | On its spine is some embossed lettering. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "read lettering" | ||
CF | "The Unabridged, Heterogeneous Dictionary of the English Language." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take book" | ||
CF | "Get the hell away from my book," the table snarls. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | DavidW says, "What a strange game, Alice thought." | |
Jacqueline says, "heh. Yeah." | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x scissors" | ||
CF | Gleaming chrome twists and folds upon itself, quivering like mercury. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "(Crisis managed, I am here now.)" | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take scissors" | ||
CF | You scoop up the scissors from the floor. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x note" | ||
CF | It stands on edge, a rectangle of creamy paper, embroidered with greens | ||
CF | and reds and blues, and the portrait of a forgotten emperor, and | ||
CF | restless numbers. Its corners are strangely crimped. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take it" | ||
CF | Cringed before your hands, the note pleads, "I'm sorry, but I don't | ||
CF | entirely trust you. Terrible, isn't it? When I insist that so much | ||
CF | trust be placed on me." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask note about itself" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "itself" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask note about note" | ||
CF | "I'm just as you see. Yes, there is the problem of counterfeits, but | ||
CF | if you'll carefully compare many of us, you'll learn to distinguish the | ||
CF | real from the fraud." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask note about corners" | ||
CF | "The scissors like to slice at my corners. I don't know why." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask scissors about scissors" | ||
CF | At the sound of your voice, the scissors merely bunch themselves | ||
CF | together more tightly. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask table about book" | ||
CF | "I wouldn't say we're estranged. Just that our mutual interests have | ||
CF | grown apart." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask table about table" | ||
CF | "If there is a more misunderstood thing than me out there, well, I'd | ||
CF | hate to see it." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask table about me" | ||
CF | "We get along pretty well, you and I, don't you agree?" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask book about book" | ||
CF | The leather creaks, perhaps to mask your question. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask book about table" | ||
CF | The leather creaks, perhaps to mask your question. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x lamp" | ||
CF | A narrow pedestal lifts the bulb high off the floor. The flared lamp | ||
CF | shade echoes the base that holds it all upright. The metal is coated | ||
CF | with a baked enamel tinted in deep maroon. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x bulb" | ||
CF | The bulb burns with an unknown, variable wattage. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x base" | ||
CF | A wide support that keeps the lamp from tipping over. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask knob about keyhole" | ||
CF | (The door takes the question.) | ||
CF | "Don't worry about it. I have no key anyway. Not this time, at | ||
CF | least." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask hinges about hinges" | ||
CF | (The door takes the question.) | ||
CF | "That's what happens when all those casual transients throw my door | ||
CF | aside." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask door about transients" | ||
CF | "You don't want to hear what I have to say about them, 'cause I've got | ||
CF | a lot to say and it ain't pretty." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g" | ||
CF | "You don't want to hear what I have to say about them, 'cause I've got | ||
CF | a lot to say and it ain't pretty." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "balloon, hi" | ||
CF | "Hello to you, too." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "The game genre is listed as 'surreal'. Accurate." | |
DavidW asks, "okay, any idea what to do?" | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "scissors, cut book" | ||
CF | Your thoughts become muddled. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask book about scissors" | ||
CF | The leather creaks, perhaps to mask your question. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask table about scissors" | ||
CF | "The scissors and the dictionary get along well together." After a | ||
CF | brief hesitation, the table croaks, "You have no experience of | ||
CF | friendship, do you?" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "The reviews do seem a touch spoilery, but only a touch." | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask table about friendship" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "friendship" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask door about opening" | ||
CF | "The answer to your question seems to have escaped me." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "I think that talking to them, as you are, is precisely what we're meant to do at first." | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "door, open" | ||
CF | (the door) | ||
CF | "I don't need to open for you. I can tell you just as easily: there's | ||
CF | nothing but wall behind me. I hope your satisfied." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask door about knob" | ||
CF | "It's the feature of mine that I like the least." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask knob about door" | ||
CF | (The door takes the question.) | ||
CF | "If I'm not given any significance, how can I make my own?" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "open scissors" | ||
CF | As you strain to spread open the enfolded scissors, the other objects | ||
CF | berate you: "Barbaric!" yells the ceiling; "You goddam asshole!" | ||
CF | growls the table; "I can't explain why, but I know what you doing is | ||
CF | utterly wrong," moans the door; "What are you doing up there?" moans | ||
CF | the floor. Even the dictionary keens incoherently. Chastised, you | ||
CF | cease your efforts. The scissors lie dully in your hand. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "dang" | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "floor, hi" | ||
CF | The reply is cold disdain. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x floor" | ||
CF | Spread with a shag carpet, the floor smooths beneath your feet. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x carpet" | ||
CF | A deep-pile, plum-colored, wall-to-wall rug. Several scuffs hurt its | ||
CF | unruffled surface. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "look under rug" | ||
CF | There is no evident way to see beyond the floor. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "rug, hi" | ||
CF | The reply is cold disdain. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "move carpet" | ||
CF | In dead silence, the floor deflects your pressure. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "stand on table" | ||
CF | As you try to step on the table, it dodges your foot, sending you off | ||
CF | balance. It swings back and hits you smartly in the stomach. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take balloon" | ||
CF | The balloon darts out of your reach. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask balloon about me" | ||
CF | The balloon sighs and says, "I guess we'll have to talk to you. But | ||
CF | don't you dare do that again." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | "You're so confused about whether you're coming or going, you lose | ||
CF | sight of the bigger picture: it makes no difference." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "l" | ||
CF | Chamber Music | ||
CF | Along one wall, a sunken door confronts you, while a balloon, | ||
CF | shunting within the walled confines, wafts across your view and over a | ||
CF | brittle table. Closed up tight, the dictionary stands, claiming its | ||
CF | place upon the table. And below, on the floor, a monetary note rests. | ||
CF | The floor lamp reveals all of this by its generous shine, which tops | ||
CF | out near the shadowed ceiling. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "listen" | ||
CF | The undertones of a chant pervade the room. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "sing" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "sing" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "turn off lamp" | ||
CF | You search in vain for a switch. "What are you looking for?" asks the | ||
CF | lamp. You answer, "I was just admiring your splendid enamel finish." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "pop balloon" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "pop" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask lamp about table" | ||
CF | The lamp dims. "I'm a floor lamp. I wouldn't be on the table for any | ||
CF | reason." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put scissors on table" | ||
CF | You have to leave them where they are. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i" | ||
CF | You hold, cupped in your hand, a small pair of folding scissors, | ||
CF | currently folded up tight. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put scissors on book" | ||
CF | You have to leave them where they are. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "scissors, open" | ||
CF | You need to decide what you want the folding scissors to open. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "scissors, open door" | ||
CF | The folding scissors do not respond. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "scissors, open scissors" | ||
CF | The scissors just try to make themselves smaller. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "scissors, close scissors" | ||
CF | The scissors just try to make themselves smaller. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take all" | ||
CF | It occurs to you that you're not sure where that might be. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "wave scissors" | ||
CF | You realize that you need to put some action to your thoughts. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "show scissors to balloon" | ||
CF | You get no reaction. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask balloon about scissors" | ||
CF | "Whoa. I've often gazed at my reflection in their polished surface, | ||
CF | and pondered my mortality." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "rub scissors" | ||
CF | You rub the folding scissors, leaving it unaffected. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "rub balloon" | ||
CF | You rub the balloon, leaving it unaffected. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask note about book" | ||
CF | "There's something magical about information that can persist through | ||
CF | the noise of time." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask note about lamp" | ||
CF | "I've spotted some contradictions between what the lamp says and what | ||
CF | otherwise appears to be the case." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "xyzzy" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "xyzzy" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask note about door" | ||
CF | "Frankly, why such a nonfunctional thing persists in this place is | ||
CF | beyond me." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask note about balloon" | ||
CF | "The balloon might carry me out of harm's way, if I needed it, but, for | ||
CF | now, its just too slippery to take the risk" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask balloon about string" | ||
CF | "That's the way I am, unpredictable, intractable." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "l" | ||
CF | Chamber Music | ||
CF | Along one wall, a sunken door confronts you, while a balloon, | ||
CF | shunting within the walled confines, wafts across your view and over a | ||
CF | brittle table. Closed up tight, the dictionary stands, claiming its | ||
CF | place upon the table. And below, on the floor, a monetary note rests. | ||
CF | The floor lamp reveals all of this by its generous shine, which tops | ||
CF | out near the shadowed ceiling. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "sing" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "sing" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take money" | ||
CF | Cringed before your hands, the note pleads, "I'm sorry, but I don't | ||
CF | entirely trust you. Terrible, isn't it? When I insist that so much | ||
CF | trust be placed on me." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask note about trust" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "trust" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "earn trust" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "earn" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "tell note about me" | ||
CF | Not knowing what to tell the bill, you instead decide to ask about | ||
CF | yourself. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | "Don't think me foolish. I'm well-aware that my value comes from the | ||
CF | interest of those like yourself." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "buy book" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "buy" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "wake" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "wake" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "sleep" | ||
CF | Profound rest can be found, but not anywhere near here. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "look under table" | ||
CF | You stoop down to look under the table. It gasps, "What are looking | ||
CF | for down there? Stay away from me." It scuttles away. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "I mean, this was nominated for best puzzles, so there's got to be something here." | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop scissors" | ||
CF | You can't get rid of the folding scissors. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take book" | ||
CF | "Get the hell away from my book," the table snarls. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take table" | ||
CF | The table challenges you. "What would you do with me once you had me?" | ||
CF | You back off. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take knob" | ||
CF | "You don't really want me, do you? No one else ever has." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "turn knob" | ||
CF | The knob actively resists whichever direction you try to turn it. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "pull knob" | ||
CF | The door sags. "Like I said already, I'm concealing nothing of worth." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g" | ||
CF | At last, the door gives in. "Fine," it whimpers. "You want to see | ||
CF | what's on the other side? Then look." The panel swings aside, | ||
CF | revealing within, more of the wall. "My highest purpose, my greatest | ||
CF | goal, is to be a void that travelers pass through. Or, if I wish to be | ||
CF | despised, I might be an obstacle that needs to be overcome, broken | ||
CF | down. And here, I'm at my worst, I'm less than emptiness, I'm what's | ||
CF | left of a hole after it is filled in." The door slams shut. As its | ||
CF | echo decays, everyone in the room enters an uncomfortable silence. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "balloon, take note" | ||
CF | "I'd love to, but I haven't the grasp to pick up the bill. If only | ||
CF | there was some way to make the note stick to me..." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "Gosh, poor door." | |
Roger says, "oho" | ||
Jacqueline asks, "Do we have something sticky?" | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "rub feet on carpet" | ||
CF | You rub the floor, leaving it unaffected. You rub the floor, leaving | ||
CF | it unaffected. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "rub balloon on carpet" | ||
CF | You can't rub it with anything, since you don't have the balloon in | ||
CF | your grasp. You can't rub it with anything, since you don't have the | ||
CF | balloon in your grasp. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh, hm. There's a thought." | |
DavidW asks, "It's gotta be static electricity, yes?" | ||
Jacqueline says, "Possibly." | ||
Roger says, "That is my assumption too" | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take balloon" | ||
CF | The balloon darts out of your reach. "Sorry. I need to be free. Now, | ||
CF | if you want me to help you out, just tell me. And you don't have to | ||
CF | say 'Please,' or be coy. If it's within my ability, and within my | ||
CF | moral scope, I will oblige." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "balloon, rub carpet" | ||
CF | "Sure," says the balloon, "I kind of like doing that." It proceeds to | ||
CF | stroke itself on the carpet, giving rise to an electric crackling | ||
CF | sound. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "nice" | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "balloon, take note" | ||
CF | "Right." The balloon swoops down and snags the bill. It rises more | ||
CF | slowly as the currency clings to its side. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline asks, "Why though?" | |
DavidW says, "I haven't got that far." | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "x bill" | ||
CF | This bill is a rectangle of creamy paper, embroidered with greens and | ||
CF | reds and blues, and the portrait of a forgotten emperor, and restless | ||
CF | numbers, and yet, it manages to achieve ever greater heights, on the | ||
CF | back of the balloon. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "balloon, give note to book" | ||
CF | "Now that I have it, I'd rather not let go of the note." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Roger says, "haha" | |
Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x emperor" | ||
CF | An imperious visage stares out of the bill. It is a face devoted to | ||
CF | its one moment--now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask emperor about bill" | ||
CF | (The bill takes the question.) | ||
CF | "Connected with this balloon, the scope of my viewpoint has enlarged | ||
CF | immeasurably." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "I mean, this is clever, generally. Just don't know what the eff is going on." | |
DavidW asks, "I suppose the bill can see things from a new angle now?" | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask bill about lamp" | ||
CF | "I've spotted some contradictions between what the lamp says and what | ||
CF | otherwise appears to be the case." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask bill about book" | ||
CF | "There's something magical about information that can persist through | ||
CF | the noise of time." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask bill about table" | ||
CF | "Okay. At one time, I had a special spot on the table. No more. I | ||
CF | deem myself unwelcome on that plank of wood." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask table about bill" | ||
CF | "I don't want to hear another sound about that bill." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "Is this sort of drama unfolding right now in my home? I had no idea." | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g" | ||
CF | "I don't want to hear another sound about that bill." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "balloon, get on table" | ||
CF | "I appreciate your confidence in me, but I have rather limited | ||
CF | abilities in picking up and using things. Maybe you should get with | ||
CF | the table to work on your idea." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "table, take balloon" | ||
CF | "So that's your game. First, you ask for my opinion, to make it seem | ||
CF | that you care about me. Then, you begin issuing orders. Well, forget | ||
CF | it." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "HA" | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "rub table" | ||
CF | You rub the table, leaving it unaffected. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "climb lamp" | ||
CF | "I'm not a chandelier, for goodness sake. You hear what I said? I | ||
CF | said, 'I'm not a chandelier.' Maybe I can still surprise you." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take lamp" | ||
CF | "Listen to me carefully." Earnestly, the lamp burns. "I will never | ||
CF | abandon you." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "get lamp" | ||
CF | "Listen to me carefully." Earnestly, the lamp burns. "I will never | ||
CF | abandon you." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "The lamp is making me uncomfortable." | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "push lamp" | ||
CF | As you lurch forward, the light goes out, and your attack finds a blind | ||
CF | absence where the lamp was. In the thick darkness, the unlit bulb | ||
CF | scorches your hand. When you retreat, the lamp winks on again. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask bulb about lamp" | ||
CF | (The lamp takes the question.) | ||
CF | "You can always count on me to show the way." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask bulb for help" | ||
CF | You allow your thoughts to run on for too long. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | DavidW asks, "I think it said there's help/hints if we need it?" | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask note about balloon" | ||
CF | "This arrangement", the bill glances at the balloon, "is not without | ||
CF | its advantages." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "Maybe. Are we there yet? I feel like we've made some progress." | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "note, jump onto table" | ||
CF | Your thoughts become muddled. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask balloon about note" | ||
CF | "I do have trouble maintaining my balance with the note. Still, it | ||
CF | should take care of itself eventually." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask bill about book" | ||
CF | "There's something magical about information that can persist through | ||
CF | the noise of time." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "x book" | ||
CF | The book, thick with words and pages, is bound with hazy green leather. | ||
CF | On its spine is some embossed lettering. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "read lettering" | ||
CF | "The Unabridged, Heterogeneous Dictionary of the English Language." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "open book" | ||
CF | The table barks at you, "Leave that book alone!" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take book" | ||
CF | "Get the hell away from my book," the table snarls. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take table" | ||
CF | The table challenges you. "What would you do with me once you had me?" | ||
CF | You back off. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "flip table" | ||
CF | You doubt that you know how to flip the table. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says (to Game), "You'd be wrong." | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "throw scissors at balloon" | ||
CF | You can't get rid of the folding scissors. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "wear scissors" | ||
CF | You can't wear the folding scissors. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "kiss scissors" | ||
CF | On second thought, kissing the folding scissors seems unappealing. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "kiss table" | ||
CF | On second thought, kissing the table seems unappealing. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask knob about balloon" | ||
CF | (The door takes the question.) | ||
CF | "Oh... So the balloon has a purpose. Good." The door turns inward. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "look in door" | ||
CF | You know that it is useless. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask floor about me" | ||
CF | "You're a different sort. I'll have to grant that." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask floor about balloon" | ||
CF | "I'm glad to be of real service to you." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask floor about note" | ||
CF | "That slip of paper hardly weighs upon me at all. Now, of course, less | ||
CF | than ever." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask floor about table" | ||
CF | "I like the table well enough--in its calm moments." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask floor about book" | ||
CF | The floor drops its voice. "Many a time, that book has whispered to me | ||
CF | a strange phrase. If I could've comprehended its meaning, I would've | ||
CF | remembered it." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask floor about phrases" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "phrases" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask floor about phrase" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "phrase" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "listen to book" | ||
CF | A million words rustle in an incomprehensible mixture. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "read book" | ||
CF | Upon the spine of the book, it says, "the Unabridged, Heterogeneous | ||
CF | Dictionary of the English Language." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask book about heterogeneous" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "heterogeneous" might make sense, but not here, not | ||
CF | now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask book about words" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "words" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask book about book" | ||
CF | The leather creaks, perhaps to mask your question. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask book about table" | ||
CF | The leather creaks, perhaps to mask your question. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask book about english" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "english" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask book about floor" | ||
CF | The leather creaks, perhaps to mask your question. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "x leather" | ||
CF | You wonder which leather you're interested in: the leather book cover, | ||
CF | or the leather cracks? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "x leather cracks" | ||
CF | Fine cracks along the spine caused by frequent referrals and perusals. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "x leather cover" | ||
CF | The green leather is scuffed and faded and cracked, yet it affects the | ||
CF | book not at all, or even gives it more dignity. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "open book" | ||
CF | The table barks at you, "Leave that book alone!" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask cover about book" | ||
CF | (The dictionary takes the question.) | ||
CF | The leather creaks, perhaps to mask your question. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "read book" | ||
CF | Upon the spine of the book, it says, "the Unabridged, Heterogeneous | ||
CF | Dictionary of the English Language." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask note about book" | ||
CF | "There's something magical about information that can persist through | ||
CF | the noise of time." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "tickle spine" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "tickle" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask note about floor" | ||
CF | "Most of the time, you'll find me down here. Unless I'm in danger." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask note about table" | ||
CF | "Okay. At one time, I had a special spot on the table. No more. I | ||
CF | deem myself unwelcome on that plank of wood." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask note about danger" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "danger" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask note about scissors" | ||
CF | The note calls down to the scissors, "It won't be very straight, but we | ||
CF | can always rip the sheet." Leaping out of your hand, the scissors | ||
CF | unfold and jump about, searching for paper. Finding none below, they | ||
CF | turn to the paper hovering above. "Sorry for the silly ruse," the | ||
CF | money says, "but I had to prove that you wouldn't be harmed after you | ||
CF | opened up." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline asks, "Wait, what?" | |
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "x scissors" | ||
CF | Unsteadily, the scissors stand on their honed legs. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask note about scissors" | ||
CF | "I'm just glad I'm up here." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask scissors about note" | ||
CF | In mock seriousness, the scissors stride with wide, ponderous steps. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask scissors about book" | ||
CF | The scissors jump up onto the table and wave at the book in a subtle | ||
CF | pantomime. Gradually, the dictionary breaks open. At the conclusion of | ||
CF | the message, the scissors leave the tabletop, and the tome riffles its | ||
CF | pages and turns to you. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | "You desiderate to relinquish this niche? Then ingress here." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline blinks. | |
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask balloon about book" | ||
CF | "The totality of that book is typeset in its pages, its essence forever | ||
CF | unchanging. That, I have to say, sucks." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "ask table about book" | ||
CF | "I wouldn't say we're estranged. Just that our mutual interests have | ||
CF | grown apart." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "read book" | ||
CF | "irrejectable" | ||
CF | "irrelapsable" | ||
CF | "irrelation" | ||
CF | "irremeable" | ||
CF | "irrelevance" | ||
CF | You suppose you could read more, if there was any point. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "read book" | ||
CF | "irremissible" | ||
CF | "irony" | ||
CF | "impetus" | ||
CF | "irk" | ||
CF | You begin to feel queasy. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "SAVE" | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "cf38" | ||
CF | File: > | ||
CF | Saved. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "read book" | ||
CF | "irradicate" | ||
CF | "iconic" | ||
CF | "encephalitic" | ||
CF | The words are not all in alphabetical order. You also notice that the | ||
CF | pages are somewhat uneven. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "read book" | ||
CF | You can't stand to read any more of that jumble. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "x book" | ||
CF | Opened upon the table, the dictionary invites you to enter its pages. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "enter book" | ||
CF | You move into the pages. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | (The words take over..... | ||
CF | | ||
CF | | ||
CF | | ||
CF | The Inner Dictionary | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn comes hard | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | DavidW asks, "Literally enter?" | |
Jacqueline exclaims, "Apparently!" | ||
DavidW says, "oh ho" | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "l" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn comes hard | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x me" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | * | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x turn" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | turn | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "x comes" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | comes | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x hello" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | ? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "x cats" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | cats? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "x riddle" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | riddle? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "l" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn comes hard | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline asks, "Is it a riddle?" | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "hard turn" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | ? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "turn me" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | ? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "who are you" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | who? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "right round, like a record baybee" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | like? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "where is this?" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | where? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "jump" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | ! | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "pray" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | pray? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "think" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | think? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | ~ | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | ~ | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "u" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | ~ | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "in" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | ~ | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "eat words" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | words? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Roger asks, "did you try any of the words listed earlier, like 'irk' ?" | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "eat turn" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | ? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "Their turn comes hard..." | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "irk" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | irk? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "the" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | ? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take all" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard: | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn comes | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing remains for you | ||
CF | comes: | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn comes | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing remains for you | ||
CF | turn: | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn comes | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing remains for you | ||
CF | their: | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn comes | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing remains for you | ||
CF | you: | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn comes | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing remains for you | ||
CF | for: | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn comes | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing remains for you | ||
CF | remains: | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn comes | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing remains for you | ||
CF | nothing: | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn comes | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing remains for you | ||
CF | their turn comes | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing remains for you : | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn comes | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing remains for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline exclaims, "!" | |
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take their" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn comes | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing remains for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take hard" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn comes | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing remains for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take nothing" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn comes | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing remains for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take you" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn comes | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing remains for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing remains for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "drop their" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn comes | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing remains for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "drop you" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn comes | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing remains for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop hard nothing remains for you" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline steps back. | |
DavidW says, "I don't know what I'm doing." | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "l" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn comes | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing remains for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take come" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | come? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take comes" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn comes | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing remains for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "Neither do I, but I think one person flailing and experimenting will make it easier to figure out than if two people are going at it." | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x hard" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x comes" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | comes | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x turn" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | turn | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x their" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x for" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | for | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop remains" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | remains their turn comes | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | DavidW says, "oh. We might have to rearrange these eight words so it makes sense." | |
Jacqueline asks, "By dropping and picking up?" | ||
DavidW says, "yeah" | ||
DavidW says, "But I'm unsure what phrase we want in inventory or in the room." | ||
Jacqueline says, "Nothing comes hard for you their turn remains" | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take turn" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | remains their comes | ||
CF | | ||
CF | turn hard nothing for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop turn" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | turn remains their comes | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take their" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | turn remains comes | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their hard nothing for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop their" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn remains comes | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop you" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn remains comes | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop for you" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | ? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take comes" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | comes hard nothing for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop comes" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | comes their turn remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop nothing" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing comes their turn remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "Or Nothing Comes For You" | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop you" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing comes their turn remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW drops magic pocket. | ||
DavidW drops gift tree. | ||
DavidW drops transporting crystal. | ||
DavidW drops object editor. | ||
DavidW drops a small golden bell. | ||
a small golden bell fades out as soon as it touches the ground. | ||
DavidW drops ifMud white pages. | ||
DavidW lets an imaginary flower fall to the ground. | Jacqueline says, "whoops" | |
DavidW says, "drat" | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take mp" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | mp? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW gets magic pocket. | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take gift" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | gift? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take tc" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | tc? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW gets transporting crystal. | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take oe" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | oe? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW gets object editor. | ||
DavidW gets ifMud white pages. | DavidW says, "I'll have to look for the bell later." | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop all" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | ? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "l" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing comes their turn remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "If only life had an undo command." | |
DavidW says, "I can't seem to drop 'for' or 'you'" | ||
Jacqueline asks, "Maybe that's to give us a starting point?" | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop hard" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing comes their turn remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop for" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | for hard nothing comes their turn remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop you" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | for hard nothing comes their turn remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | DavidW says, "hm. I couldn't drop for before" | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take nothing" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | for hard comes their turn remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop you" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | for hard comes their turn remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "push nothing" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | you nothing | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "Ooh. That worked." | |
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "pull nothing." | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "drop comes" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | for hard comes their turn remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take comes" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | for hard their turn remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | comes nothing you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "push comes" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing comes you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take for" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard their turn remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | for nothing comes you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "push for" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing for comes you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "push for" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing comes for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "l" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard their turn remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline asks, "Does it work if they're in the 'room'?" | |
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "push hard" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their hard turn remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "push hard" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn hard remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "push hard" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn remains hard | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing comes for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | | ||
CF | The words stiffen their resolve. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "huh" | |
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "x words" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | words? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take resolve" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | resolve? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "l" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn remains hard | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | DavidW says, "You can't push a word that;s already far right." | |
Jacqueline says, "okay" | ||
Jacqueline says, "Didn't think I had." | ||
DavidW says, "I assume you can't pull a far-left word either." | ||
Jacqueline says, "Right, I would guess not." | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "pull their" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn remains hard | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing comes for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | | ||
CF | You are weakened by the words. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "push their" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | turn their remains hard | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "pull their" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn remains hard | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing comes for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | | ||
CF | The words reject you. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline cries. | |
Jacqueline says, "Rejected." | ||
DavidW asks, "What if we take all the words and alpha sort them?" | ||
Jacqueline says, "Sure." | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take their" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | turn remains hard | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their nothing comes for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take turn" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | turn remains hard | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their nothing comes for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "I was going to try that thing I said earlier 'nothing comes hard for you' but I'm down for you to experiment more first." | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take remains" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | turn remains hard | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their nothing comes for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take hard" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | turn remains hard | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their nothing comes for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | DavidW says, "odd. Maybe three words have to stay in the room." | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop their" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn remains hard | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing comes for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | | ||
CF | The words reject you. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take hard" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing comes for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "Welcome to the rejection club, David." | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "push hard" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing hard comes for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop comes" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | comes their turn remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing hard for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop nothing" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing comes their turn remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "THERE would be nicer than THEIR" | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take comes" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing their turn remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | comes hard for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "push comes" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard comes for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take turn" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing their remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | turn hard comes for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop hard" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing their remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | turn comes for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take their" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn comes for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "push hard" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing hard remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take hard" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing hard remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn comes for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "there" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | ? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "they're" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | they're? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "hug their" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hug? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "heh" | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "eat their" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | ? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "If only we could use hugs to solve all of our problems." | |
DavidW says, "If we knew what the target phrases were, we can solve this quickly." | ||
Jacqueline says, "Yes" | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "l" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing hard remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "i" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn comes for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take nothing" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing hard remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn comes for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "drop nothing" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing hard remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn comes for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take their" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing hard remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn comes for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "drop their" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their nothing hard remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | turn comes for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | DavidW says, "It seems that three words must be in the room." | |
Jacqueline says, "Oh, there." | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take nothing" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their hard remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing turn comes for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "drop turn" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | turn their hard remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing comes for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take hard" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | turn their remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | hard nothing comes for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "push hard" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing hard comes for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "push hard" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing comes hard for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "l" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | | ||
CF | turn their remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "push turn" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "i" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing comes hard for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "I mean, all I've got is subject verb agreement." | |
Jacqueline says, "Well, that and irony, because clearly this comes hard for me." | ||
DavidW says, "okay, I've looked up what the target phrases are." | ||
Jacqueline says, "How else can we make--oh." | ||
Jacqueline asks, "So now it's just me?" | ||
Jacqueline says, "Or we just do this." | ||
DavidW says, "Well, the room phrase is 5 words, and the inventory phrase is 3 words." | ||
Jacqueline says, "Maybe they are freeze-dried and their remains turn hard, except that's four words." | ||
DavidW asks, "Shall I give hints or just solve this now?" | ||
Jacqueline says, "One sec. I'm playing with something silly, but the whole game is silly, so." | ||
Jacqueline says, "Enh. Nothing comes hard. Their remains turn for you. Zombies. I don't know." | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take turn" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | their turn remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing comes hard for you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "Sure. Go ahead and solve it. I think I'll otherwise be here all day." | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "push their" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | turn their remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop for" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | for turn their remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing comes hard you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "push for" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | turn for their remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take turn" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | for their remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | turn nothing comes hard you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop comes" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | comes for their remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | turn nothing hard you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop nothing" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing comes for their remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | turn hard you | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "pull you" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | turn you hard | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "pull you" | ||
CF | | ||
CF | nothing comes for their remains | ||
CF | | ||
CF | you turn hard | ||
CF | | ||
CF | | ||
CF | You make sense of your surroundings. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | (The words dissolve into their base..... | ||
CF | | ||
CF | | ||
CF | A Landscape of Rigor | ||
CF | Sweetly, the earth provides the grounds for the chains of risen | ||
CF | hills and the fields of straw that encircle you, and for the central | ||
CF | plateau that acts as your stage. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | You are joined by three others, composed in balance, three who stand | ||
CF | before you in endless anticipation: an old man, a woman, and a younger | ||
CF | man. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "HUH. So it *was* remains, in that sense." | |
Jacqueline says, "Interesting." | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x old man" | ||
CF | Back arched, face contorted, he appears to be in the throes of child | ||
CF | birth or heart attack. He wears a hospital gown. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x woman" | ||
CF | Striking a showy stance, the woman, of fair middle-age, holds out one | ||
CF | upturned hand to question the sky. As if to coerce an answer, her | ||
CF | fingertips are studded with long, sharp nails. She wears a shirtwaist | ||
CF | dress. On her feet, she wears high heel shoes. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline asks, "What is a shirtwaist dress?" | |
DavidW says, "uh, not sure" | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x dress" | ||
CF | A tailored shirtwaist dress of satin burgundy, the deep hue punctuated | ||
CF | by the black buttons that run from waist to chin. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "I looked it up. It seems to be dresses where the top half looks like a shirt all on its own." | |
DavidW asks, "oh, buttons all down the front like a shirt, I guess?" | ||
Jacqueline says, "Yeah, I guess." | ||
Jacqueline says, "Never heard that before." | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x younger man" | ||
CF | With a serene smile and a relaxed stance, the young man seems to wait | ||
CF | for the next distressed stranger to help. He has such a self-effacing | ||
CF | demeanor that you almost miss the odd marking on the back of his hand. | ||
CF | He wears a white shirt and pants. On his feet, he wears leather shoes. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x mark" | ||
CF | The tip of a red mark is emblazoned on the back of the young man's | ||
CF | hand. It evidently extends under his sleeve. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take shirt" | ||
CF | You remove the white shirt from the young man's body. At the same | ||
CF | time, you expose a tattoo that embellishes part of the young man's | ||
CF | skin. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x tattoo" | ||
CF | The image of a huge, scaly green dragon, its bat-like wings | ||
CF | outstretched and its taloned forelegs poised to strike, splashes over | ||
CF | much of his chest and stomach. From the dragon's snout, near the young | ||
CF | man's shoulder, sprays a stream of fire that blazes down the outside of | ||
CF | the arm. The serpentine body of the beast rears up from something | ||
CF | hidden by the pants. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | DavidW asks, "who knew it was so easy to remove shirts off of younger men?" | |
Jacqueline asks, "You just... took his shirt?" | ||
Jacqueline says, "Yeah." | ||
DavidW says, "And something is hidden by the pants." | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take pants" | ||
CF | You pick up the young man to remove the pants, then you put him back on | ||
CF | the ground. In the removal, you uncover briefs. Also, you reveal more | ||
CF | of the tattoo that marks the young man's body. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x tattoo" | ||
CF | The image of a huge, scaly green dragon, its bat-like wings | ||
CF | outstretched and its taloned forelegs poised to strike, splashes over | ||
CF | much of his chest and stomach. From the dragon's snout, near the young | ||
CF | man's shoulder, sprays a stream of fire that blazes down the outside of | ||
CF | the arm. The serpentine body of the beast rears up from something | ||
CF | hidden by the briefs, something most likely related to the deep gray | ||
CF | smears along the man's inner legs. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x gray smears" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "smears" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x legs" | ||
CF | Whose legs do you mean, the old man's legs, the young man's legs, or | ||
CF | the woman's legs? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "young" | ||
CF | Wispy blonde hairs play upon the browned skin of the legs, legs built | ||
CF | like inverted tree trunks. Along the inner sides of the calves and | ||
CF | thighs, the tattoo rises up. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take briefs" | ||
CF | You pick up the young man to remove the briefs, then you put him back | ||
CF | on the ground. Also, you reveal more of the tattoo that marks the | ||
CF | young man's body. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x briefs" | ||
CF | The white cotton rests on you like a chunk of snow. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x tattoo" | ||
CF | The image of a huge, scaly green dragon, its bat-like wings | ||
CF | outstretched and its taloned forelegs poised to strike, splashes over | ||
CF | much of his chest and stomach. From the dragon's snout, near the young | ||
CF | man's shoulder, sprays a stream of fire that blazes down the outside of | ||
CF | the arm. The dragon rises from the mushroom cloud that shoots up the | ||
CF | man's thighs and explodes over his loins. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "what" | |
DavidW says, "loin explosion calling" | ||
Jacqueline asks, "'The white cotton rests on you like a chunk of snow'?? How did someone use ChatGPT to write IF 20 years ago?" | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x loins" | ||
CF | Whose loins do you mean, the old man's hips, the young man's hips, or | ||
CF | the woman's hips? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "young" | ||
CF | His buttocks are tanned and rounded, and only wrinkled a bit around the | ||
CF | edges. His pubic region is shaved, which would make his penis and | ||
CF | testicles stand out more, except that the continuation of the tattoo | ||
CF | upon the genitals camouflages them. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "These disambiguation messages..." | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "young genitals" | ||
CF | You realize that you need to put some action to your thoughts. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "also, um, definitely need a content / trigger / adult warning on this one." | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x young genitals" | ||
CF | His thin penis projects, hardly bending under its delicate weight, | ||
CF | while beneath, his testicles hang close in the tightness of their sac. | ||
CF | Over all of them, the tattoo paints its apocalyptic scene | ||
CF | uninterrupted. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask young man about tattoo" | ||
CF | I don't see that here. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline asks, "Wait, the tattoo extends to those bits?" | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask younger man about tattoo" | ||
CF | I don't see that here. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | DavidW says, "yes" | |
Jacqueline says, "Ouch" | ||
DavidW says, "It's not unheard of. I haven't seen it in person, but photos of such exist." | ||
DavidW asks, "um, should we undress the other two?" | ||
Jacqueline says, "General anesthesia, maybe." | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take shirtdress" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "shirtdress" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "l" | ||
CF | A Landscape of Rigor | ||
CF | The airy day seasons the rolling land with its clarity, and drenches | ||
CF | in sunlight the figures of an old man, a woman, and a younger man, | ||
CF | poised in frozen action. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline asks (of DW), "Um... We probably shouldn't be undressing anyone, but they seem inanimate. I guess these are their remains...?" | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x woman" | ||
CF | Striking a showy stance, the woman, of fair middle-age, holds out one | ||
CF | upturned hand to question the sky. As if to coerce an answer, her | ||
CF | fingertips are studded with long, sharp nails. She wears a shirtwaist | ||
CF | dress. On her feet, she wears high heel shoes. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "Poised in frozen action. Hm." | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take dress" | ||
CF | You remove the shirtwaist dress from the woman's body. In the removal, | ||
CF | you uncover a bra and panties. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x bra" | ||
CF | The white polyester cups cinch her breasts tightly. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x panties" | ||
CF | Made of silken nylon, the white panties fit snugly on the woman's hips. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take bra" | ||
CF | You take the bra off the woman. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take panties" | ||
CF | You pick up the woman to remove the panties, then you put her back on | ||
CF | the ground. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x woman" | ||
CF | Striking a showy stance, the woman, of fair middle-age, holds out one | ||
CF | upturned hand to question the sky. As if to coerce an answer, her | ||
CF | fingertips are studded with long, sharp nails. On her feet, she wears | ||
CF | high heel shoes. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x nails" | ||
CF | Whose nails do you mean, the old man's fingers, the young man's | ||
CF | fingers, or the woman's fingernails? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "woman's" | ||
CF | Coated with an opalescent polish that reinforces their length, the | ||
CF | nails hug the fingertips like shields and unsheathe into the air like | ||
CF | swords. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take heel shoes" | ||
CF | You pick up the woman to remove the high heel shoes, then you put her | ||
CF | back on the ground. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x woman's feet" | ||
CF | The heels raise off the ground and shift the body weight to her toes, | ||
CF | which cram together and crookedly overlap. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x old man" | ||
CF | Back arched, face contorted, he appears to be in the throes of child | ||
CF | birth or heart attack. He wears a hospital gown. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take gown" | ||
CF | You remove the hospital gown from the old man's body. In the removal, | ||
CF | you uncover a pair of boxer shorts. Furthermore, you reveal a large | ||
CF | cut in his chest. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x cut" | ||
CF | A deep incision, held shut by steel staples, splits the old man's | ||
CF | sternum. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x boxer" | ||
CF | Striped in white and green, the shorts are baggy on the old man. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "This game started out somewhat childlike." | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take boxer" | ||
CF | You pick up the old man to remove the boxer shorts, then you put him | ||
CF | back on the ground. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x old man" | ||
CF | Back arched, face contorted, he appears to be in the throes of child | ||
CF | birth or heart attack. Down his chest is a vivid cut. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "look in cut" | ||
CF | Because it is closed up, you can't see inside the gash very well, | ||
CF | although you are sure that something is inside. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "open cut" | ||
CF | The incision gives slightly, but the staples prevent it from opening. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "open cut with woman's nails" | ||
CF | The woman's fingernails appear to be of no use to open anything. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x younger man" | ||
CF | With a serene smile and a relaxed stance, the young man seems to wait | ||
CF | for the next distressed stranger to help. On his feet, he wears | ||
CF | leather shoes. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take leather" | ||
CF | You pick up the young man to remove the leather shoes, then you put him | ||
CF | back on the ground. In the removal, you uncover socks. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take socks" | ||
CF | You pick up the young man to remove the socks, then you put him back on | ||
CF | the ground. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x socks" | ||
CF | The socks are rolled together into one woolen ball. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x leather" | ||
CF | A pair of leather loafers, buffed and shined. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x younger feet" | ||
CF | Maybe it's just a memory, because you see no younger feet here at the | ||
CF | moment. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline exclaims, "!" | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x young feet" | ||
CF | Toes splayed, his feet almost grab onto the earth beneath. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i" | ||
CF | You have gathered under your arm the white shirt, the pants, the | ||
CF | briefs, the shirtwaist dress, the bra, the panties, the high heel | ||
CF | shoes, the hospital gown, the boxer shorts, the leather shoes and the | ||
CF | socks. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "search pants" | ||
CF | There is nothing in the pants. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x pocket" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "pocket" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "l" | ||
CF | A Landscape of Rigor | ||
CF | The airy day seasons the rolling land with its clarity, and drenches | ||
CF | in sunlight the figures of an old man, a woman, and a younger man, | ||
CF | poised in frozen action. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x staples" | ||
CF | Steel clips dimple the flesh where they penetrate it. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "pull staples" | ||
CF | When you try to remove the staple, they slip from your grasp. Your | ||
CF | fingers are too soft and thick, as if wracked by an infection. Even | ||
CF | your fingernails, what little you have, are engulfed by your swollen | ||
CF | flesh. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "woman, pull staples" | ||
CF | The woman seems unable to respond to your request. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take woman's fingernails" | ||
CF | You find that the woman's fingernails won't break free of the woman's | ||
CF | hands. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "x me" | ||
CF | You are supple and willing. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline exclaims, "!" | |
DavidW asks, "Do we need to do cavity searches next?" | ||
Jacqueline laughs. | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x woman's mouth" | ||
CF | Ruby lipstick highlights her lips as they press together in a cryptic | ||
CF | smile. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "open woman's mouth" | ||
CF | Her mouth seems glued shut by the lipstick. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x old man's mouth" | ||
CF | His bleached lips stretch tight over his craggy gums. His tongue curls | ||
CF | under itself. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "search old man's mouth" | ||
CF | The raw cavern of flesh speaks in silent eloquence. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "i" | ||
CF | You have gathered under your arm the white shirt, the pants, the | ||
CF | briefs, the shirtwaist dress, the bra, the panties, the high heel | ||
CF | shoes, the hospital gown, the boxer shorts, the leather shoes and the | ||
CF | socks. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x younger man's mouth" | ||
CF | Maybe it's just a memory, because you see no younger man's mouth here | ||
CF | at the moment. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x young man's mouth" | ||
CF | The leading edge of a smile works its way onto his lips. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "open chest with shoes" | ||
CF | Whose shoes do you mean, the high heel shoes, or the leather shoes? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "high heel" | ||
CF | Whose chest do you mean, the old man's torso, the young man's torso, or | ||
CF | the woman's torso? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "old man's" | ||
CF | The garment can hardly be used to open anything. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "open young man's mouth" | ||
CF | You pull back his lips to uncover his teeth, which are set as straight | ||
CF | and bright as sugar cubes. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x young man's ass" | ||
CF | His buttocks are tanned and rounded, and only wrinkled a bit around the | ||
CF | edges. His pubic region is shaved, which would make his penis and | ||
CF | testicles stand out more, except that the continuation of the tattoo | ||
CF | upon the genitals camouflages them. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "search it" | ||
CF | You search in vain for anything on the young man's hips. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "search woman's hips" | ||
CF | You search in vain for anything on the woman's hips. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "search old man's chest" | ||
CF | You search in vain for anything on the old man's torso. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "search old man's hips" | ||
CF | You search in vain for anything on the old man's hips. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take woman's hand" | ||
CF | Without the rasp of a heavy-duty saw, the woman's hands will remain | ||
CF | part of the woman. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "I feel like his chest is important" | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take woman" | ||
CF | You take the woman into your arms. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "open old man's cut with woman" | ||
CF | The woman pushes hard against the cut, but the staples keep it firmly | ||
CF | closed. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "open old man's cut with woman's fingernails" | ||
CF | The woman's fingernails appear to be of no use to open anything. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "pull staples with woman's fingernails" | ||
CF | The woman's fingernails can't be used to pull on anything. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "pull stapels with woman" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "stapels" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "pull staples with woman" | ||
CF | Using her fingernails, you pry off the staples. They fall and | ||
CF | disappear somewhere on the ground. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop woman" | ||
CF | You set the woman down on her feet. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x cut" | ||
CF | A deep incision splits the old man's sternum. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "serach it" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "serach" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "look in cut" | ||
CF | Because it is closed up, you can't see inside the gash very well, | ||
CF | although you are sure that something is inside. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "open cut" | ||
CF | You insert your fingers into the gash, and wrench it open. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | | ||
CF | (When the skin opens up, the heart pours out, the lungs explode, and | ||
CF | the blood splashes on you, hot and sticky. It burns you down, it | ||
CF | dissolves you, it takes you..... | ||
CF | | ||
CF | | ||
CF | The Atomic Weight of Breath and Doubt | ||
CF | | ||
CF | | ||
CF | Down Right | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "pull staples" | ||
CF | No staples. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh, you did it." | |
Jacqueline says, "Also, ew." | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x me" | ||
CF | Lost. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x i" | ||
CF | No. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x l" | ||
CF | No. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "l" | ||
CF | Down Right | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "down right" | ||
CF | Up Left, Up Right | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "up right" | ||
CF | Down Left, Down Right | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "down right" | ||
CF | Up Left, Up Right | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "up right" | ||
CF | Down Left, Right | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "right" | ||
CF | Left, Down | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "down" | ||
CF | Up, Right | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "right" | ||
CF | Left, Up | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "up" | ||
CF | Down, Down Right | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | DavidW says, "We're walking the word WIN" | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "down right" | ||
CF | Up Left, Up | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "up" | ||
CF | Down | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "win" | ||
CF | Yes. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | (You breath out and release your misgivings. And you continue to | ||
CF | exhale, until you are left..... | ||
CF | | ||
CF | | ||
CF | A Seismic Void | ||
CF | You find yourself hanging high above a murky sun. Beyond that, a | ||
CF | deep blackness, like a moonless, starless night sky, engulfs you. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x me" | ||
CF | Which aspect do you wish to examine, your position, or your speed? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x position" | ||
CF | You are an average distance from the sun. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | You shoot through space, just as you always have, keeping the sun in | ||
CF | view. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x speed" | ||
CF | You travel at your typical moderate pace. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | Your movement is of two parts: one, a straight line, trending away, | ||
CF | and second, a force that wants to pull you into the sun. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x sun" | ||
CF | The sickly embers of the star give off little heat and less light. | ||
CF | From within, flares break through and disturb its surface. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | You are held to your orbit, seemingly forever. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | DavidW asks, "uh, do we want to fall into the sun?" | |
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x sky" | ||
CF | Maybe it's just a memory, because you see no sky here at the moment. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x blackness" | ||
CF | An intense emptiness surrounds you. It tempts you to penetrate its | ||
CF | depths, to break away from your only home, the sun. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "Sure" | |
Jacqueline says, "Like, who knows." | ||
DavidW says, "well, it's either fall into the sun or zoom off into the dark unknown." | ||
Jacqueline says, "Sun, I guess." | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "increase speed" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "increase" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "go" | ||
CF | Your thoughts become muddled. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "push speed" | ||
CF | Your speed is an attribute of you, which you know you cannot change, at | ||
CF | least not directly. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "push position" | ||
CF | Your position is an attribute of you, which you know you cannot change, | ||
CF | at least not directly. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "push sun" | ||
CF | Though you may feel its effect, still you find the sun beyond your | ||
CF | ability to affect it. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "jump" | ||
CF | Choosing your own direction seems impossible, particularly since an | ||
CF | invisible force holds on to you. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x force" | ||
CF | An invisible force continuously draws you toward the sun, like | ||
CF | innumerable knotted strings that thread through your body. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x strings" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "strings" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "enter sun" | ||
CF | Choosing your own direction seems impossible, particularly since an | ||
CF | invisible force holds on to you. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x gravity" | ||
CF | An invisible force continuously draws you toward the sun, like | ||
CF | innumerable knotted strings that thread through your body. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | DavidW asks, "Where's that fidget spinner and crate of borscht when we need them?" | |
Jacqueline says, "Oh gosh. I'd repressed the memory of those. Thanks." | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop speed" | ||
CF | Your speed is an attribute of you, which you know you cannot change, at | ||
CF | least not directly. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i" | ||
CF | You can barely contain your own being. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "out" | ||
CF | Choosing your own direction seems impossible, particularly since an | ||
CF | invisible force holds on to you. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x me" | ||
CF | Which aspect do you wish to examine, your position, or your speed? | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x sun's position" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "sun's" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take all" | ||
CF | flares: Though you may feel their effect, still you find the flares | ||
CF | beyond your ability to affect them. | ||
CF | blackness: As soon as you're free to move your own direction, you'll | ||
CF | merge with void, and all its secrets will be laid bare. | ||
CF | space: You can only imagine space as it is. | ||
CF | sun: Though you may feel its effect, still you find the sun beyond | ||
CF | your ability to affect it. | ||
CF | sputtering flare: Though you may feel its effect, still you find the | ||
CF | sputtering flare beyond your ability to affect it. | ||
CF | white flare: Though you may feel its effect, still you find the white | ||
CF | flare beyond your ability to affect it. | ||
CF | red flare: Though you may feel its effect, still you find the red | ||
CF | flare beyond your ability to affect it. | ||
CF | gold flare: Though you may feel its effect, still you find the gold | ||
CF | flare beyond your ability to affect it. | ||
CF | gray flare: Though you may feel its effect, still you find the gray | ||
CF | flare beyond your ability to affect it. | ||
CF | green flare: Though you may feel its effect, still you find the green | ||
CF | flare beyond your ability to affect it. | ||
CF | orbit: The path you take is forced by circumstances; unless you change | ||
CF | that, you are doomed to repeat these circuits eternally. | ||
CF | your position: Your position is an attribute of you, which you know | ||
CF | you cannot change, at least not directly. | ||
CF | your speed: Your speed is an attribute of you, which you know you | ||
CF | cannot change, at least not directly. | ||
CF | your mass: Your mass is an attribute of you, which you know you cannot | ||
CF | change, at least not directly. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | Jacqueline says, "Sounds like we're supposed to become one with the void." | |
DavidW says, "yeah" | ||
DavidW says, "'take all' is a bit of a cheat code, but in a game like this, we need all the help we can get." | ||
DavidW says, "Also, we're low on time." | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "search sun" | ||
CF | What you consider to be your vision cannot be focused so precisely. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x sun" | ||
CF | The sickly embers of the star give off little heat and less light. | ||
CF | From within, flares break through and disturb its surface. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "let go" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "let" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x flares" | ||
CF | Colored sprays of fire enhance the pull of the sun on you. Right now, | ||
CF | you can see the sputtering flare, the green flare, and the gray flare. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x sputtering" | ||
CF | Each flare seems to dangle a different enticement before you. The | ||
CF | sputtering flare suggests a chance to go to strange new places, where, | ||
CF | after you survive each change, you will feel alive and charged. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x green flare" | ||
CF | The green flare must be on the other side of the sun. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x gray flare" | ||
CF | The gray flare must be on the other side of the sun. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x flares" | ||
CF | Colored sprays of fire enhance the pull of the sun on you. Right now, | ||
CF | you can see the green flare, the gray flare, and the gold flare. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x green flare" | ||
CF | The green flare offers to fill you up with every type of matter, known | ||
CF | and theoretical, until you are finally sated. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x flares" | ||
CF | Colored sprays of fire enhance the pull of the sun on you. Right now, | ||
CF | you can see the gray flare, the gold flare, and the red flare. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x gray" | ||
CF | The gray flare impresses you with opportunity to melt down every past | ||
CF | interaction, leaving you in the unaffected present. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x flares" | ||
CF | Colored sprays of fire enhance the pull of the sun on you. Right now, | ||
CF | you can see the white flare, the sputtering flare, and the green flare. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x white flare" | ||
CF | The white flare reveals the plan to set truth into your mind; not the | ||
CF | trivial, tentative kind, but the unalterable, ineffable totality of | ||
CF | truth. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x flares" | ||
CF | Colored sprays of fire enhance the pull of the sun on you. Right now, | ||
CF | you can see the sputtering flare, the green flare, and the gray flare. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g" | ||
CF | Colored sprays of fire enhance the pull of the sun on you. Right now, | ||
CF | you can see the red flare, the white flare, and the sputtering flare. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x red flare" | ||
CF | The red flare insinuates the possibility of putting charm into your | ||
CF | life and giving you the vibrancy to bend anyone under your influence. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x flares" | ||
CF | Colored sprays of fire enhance the pull of the sun on you. Right now, | ||
CF | you can see the white flare, the sputtering flare, and the green flare. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g" | ||
CF | Colored sprays of fire enhance the pull of the sun on you. Right now, | ||
CF | you can see the green flare, the gray flare, and the gold flare. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x gold flare" | ||
CF | The gold flare advertises its capability to beautify you to the point | ||
CF | that you will take on supreme incandescence, so that anything anywhere | ||
CF | will be struck by your light. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x flares" | ||
CF | Colored sprays of fire enhance the pull of the sun on you. Right now, | ||
CF | you can see the gold flare, the red flare, and the white flare. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take white" | ||
CF | Though you may feel its effect, still you find the white flare beyond | ||
CF | your ability to affect it. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x flares" | ||
CF | Colored sprays of fire enhance the pull of the sun on you. Right now, | ||
CF | you can see the white flare, the sputtering flare, and the green flare. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "touch sputtering" | ||
CF | Numbness. Or, maybe you are blind, and all you can do is feel. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x flares" | ||
CF | Colored sprays of fire enhance the pull of the sun on you. Right now, | ||
CF | you can see the white flare, the sputtering flare, and the green flare. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "feel sputtering" | ||
CF | Numbness. Or, maybe you are blind, and all you can do is feel. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x flares" | ||
CF | Colored sprays of fire enhance the pull of the sun on you. Right now, | ||
CF | you can see the white flare, the sputtering flare, and the green flare. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "touch white" | ||
CF | Numbness. Or, maybe you are blind, and all you can do is feel. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "listen to flares" | ||
CF | All sounds suffocate here. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | DavidW says, "I'm unsure how to interact with the flares." | |
Jacqueline says, "Yeah" | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x flares" | ||
CF | Colored sprays of fire enhance the pull of the sun on you. Right now, | ||
CF | you can see the red flare, the white flare, and the sputtering flare. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "talk to sputtering" | ||
CF | All sounds suffocate here. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "absorb red" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "absorb" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "merge with void" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "merge" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x flares" | ||
CF | Colored sprays of fire enhance the pull of the sun on you. Right now, | ||
CF | you can see the red flare, the white flare, and the sputtering flare. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "x force" | ||
CF | An invisible force continuously draws you toward the sun, like | ||
CF | innumerable knotted strings that thread through your body. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x flares" | ||
CF | Colored sprays of fire enhance the pull of the sun on you. Right now, | ||
CF | you can see the gray flare, the gold flare, and the red flare. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g" | ||
CF | Colored sprays of fire enhance the pull of the sun on you. Right now, | ||
CF | you can see the sputtering flare, the green flare, and the gray flare. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "fight force" | ||
CF | Somewhere else, "fight" might make sense, but not here, not now. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "touch green" | ||
CF | Numbness. Or, maybe you are blind, and all you can do is feel. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | > | ||
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "push force" | ||
CF | An anger wells up inside you. You push away. And although it never | ||
CF | quite breaks, the bond stretches so thin that you quickly lose its | ||
CF | feel. | ||
CF | | ||
CF | | ||
CF | (You become a secret of the void..... | ||
CF | | ||
CF | | ||
CF | | ||
CF | Quit, Restore, Start over, Undo, Cancel? | Jacqueline says, "ha" | |
Jacqueline says, "With, um, two minutes to spare." | ||
Jacqueline asks, "What the heck was this?" | ||
DavidW says, "I'll take it." | ||
DavidW says, "The End Means Escape" | ||
Jacqueline says, "So not clued." | ||
Jacqueline asks (of DW), "Well, yes, but what *was* this?" | ||
Roger says, "That level of surreality isn't quite to my tastes" | ||
Roger says, "but some people seem to like it alot" | ||
Jacqueline says, "I feel like this was still from an era where puzzles were for the sake of puzzles... though I guess we still have games like this today." | ||
DavidW says, "yeah, it's a bit much." | ||
DavidW says, "At least it was bit different, apart from being in the void again." | ||
Jacqueline says, "I think what was odd about it to me was that it felt like there was a narrative, it just wasn't shared withus." | ||
DavidW says, "yeah, it could use an author's notes." | ||
Roger says, "Don't show or tell" | ||
Jacqueline says (to Roger), "Right. Neither show nor tell, exactly." | ||
DavidW says, "Thanks for the game, good people, even if we have no idea what we did." | ||
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "quit" | ||
CF | You drop it all, leaving it worn, spent, and broken. | ||
CF asks, "That game over already? It was just getting good. Wanna play another?" | DavidW says, "We need a game where we can build things or enter postcards of pyramids to visit Egypt." | |
Jacqueline says, "If you write it, they will come." | ||
DavidW says, "well, if I do write another game, I'll certainly let you know." | ||
Jacqueline says, "Same." | ||
Jacqueline chuckles. | ||
Jacqueline says, "I have been writing some, but all my stuff is large and I have too many hobbies and commitments." | ||
DavidW says, "I was working on something, but it's all trapped in the computer that died on me." | ||
Jacqueline says, "Aw man." | ||
DavidW says, "I should really think up a new game that's less ambitious. I tend to get these impossible ideas for games that are far too big for me to actually write." | ||
DavidW says, "I'm heading back to the lounge. Thanks again! See you next week!" | ||