ClubFloyd Transcript:
The End Means Escape by Steve Kodat
As played on ifMUD on April 27, 2025

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.

Below is a transcript of The End Means Escape written by Steve Kodat. It was released as part of the 2000 Interactive Fiction Competition, in which it placed 21st. It went on to be nominated for a Best Puzzles Xyzzy Award. You can learn more about the game, including how to download it, by visiting IFDB.


WARNING! Below you will find a transcript of people playing this game, and it goes without saying that the transcript is full of spoilers. So, if you've never played this game, and think you might like to at some point, I do not recommend reading any further. Instead, you might want to return to the interactive fiction page.

ANOTHER WARNING! A lot (most!) of the transcripts contained on this site are, shall we say, family-friendly. This is not one of those family-friendly transcripts. Just so we're clear.


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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!"




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