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***** SESSION 1 *
		DavidW says, "I assume we're picking a new game from my list? [LINK]"
		Jacqueline asks, "Renegade Brainwave, maybe?"
		DavidW says, "Sure. I'm good with that choice."
		Roger says, "surely"
		DavidW says, "It'll be nice to play something like To Hell in a Handbasket where you're not stuck in one room."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "load sleepmask renegadebrainwave"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| With a burst of eerie theremin music, the ground opens up and from
CF \| deep within emerges a cobwebbed coffin. The lid creaks slowly open to
CF \| reveal the pallid form of a circus ringmaster, complete with top hat
CF \| and twirly mustache. Slowly he rises to a sitting position.
CF \|
CF \| "Beware!" says the ringmaster, "Beware! Take care! For you are about
CF \| take part in an interactive story that will reveal the terrifying
CF \| truth behind the ill-fated Soviet space program! Revelations of
CF \| incredible horrors that will terrify you with their brutal reality!"
CF \|
CF \| "For this is the story of a mysterious force — a force that has
CF \| crossed the billion-mile vastness of infinite space! Boneless,
CF \| fleshless, almost invisible and yet imbued with incredible power — I
CF \| speak to you of cosmic radiation!"
CF \|
CF \| "The deadly solar radiation that has the power to raise the dead! The
CF \| power to amplify brainwaves to many times their natural strength — so
CF \| that even a weak little puppy could wipe out a city of concrete and
CF \| steel — with the power of his mind!"
CF \|
CF \| "In a future that grows ever closer, the fate of the Earth lies in the
CF \| hands of one man. That man is Detective Frank Douglas — that man, my
CF \| friend, is YOU!"
CF \|
CF \| "God help us... in the future!"
CF \|
CF \| With that the Ringmaster folds his hands across his chest and lies
CF \| back in his coffin, which, with a slight wobble, descends back into
CF \| the swirling mist to be seen no more!
CF \|
CF \| Renegade Brainwave
CF \| A True Story — Based on Sworn Testimony — as Related by J. J. Guest
CF \| Release 2 / Serial number 230911 / Inform 7 build 6M62 (I6/v6.33 lib
CF \| 6/12N)
CF \| (Type "about" for credits and game information.)
CF \|
CF \| Cemetery Entrance
CF \| You stand at the entrance to the Bide-A-Wee Cemetery for Circus Folk,
CF \| where a mysterious object from space was seen to crash-land earlier
CF \| tonight. The cemetery was built rather hurriedly in the middle of a
CF \| fetid, stinking swamp after that evil circus came to town and tried to
CF \| hypnotize and enslave all the townspeople.
CF \|
CF \| From between the drooping cypress trees, obelisks, urns and angels
CF \| peer out at drunken angles, ivy covered tombs and headstones lie
CF \| abandoned and to the north are the moss-grown ruins of some ancient
CF \| chapel, glowing with an eerie, greenish light! To the south an open
CF \| gate leads back to the road and the safety of your patrol car. East
CF \| and west, overgrown paths meander into the gloom.
CF \|
CF \| Officer Donald McRonald stands nearby, paying scant attention to what
CF \| is going on. He is carrying a cigarette lighter.
CF \|
CF \| >
Lionheart has arrived.
Lionheart exclaims, "Hey, Sunday Floyding!"		Roger says, "sure is"
		DavidW says, "oh, I better restart so you can sse that intro."
		asparagus says, "Happy playing, I can't handle two uber late nights in a row, so I'm crashing."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "restart"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > RESTART
CF \|
CF \| Are you sure you want to restart?
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "yes"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| With a burst of eerie theremin music, the ground opens up and from
CF \| deep within emerges a cobwebbed coffin. The lid creaks slowly open to
CF \| reveal the pallid form of a circus ringmaster, complete with top hat
CF \| and twirly mustache. Slowly he rises to a sitting position.
CF \|
CF \| "Beware!" says the ringmaster, "Beware! Take care! For you are about
CF \| take part in an interactive story that will reveal the terrifying
CF \| truth behind the ill-fated Soviet space program! Revelations of
CF \| incredible horrors that will terrify you with their brutal reality!"
CF \|
CF \| "For this is the story of a mysterious force — a force that has
CF \| crossed the billion-mile vastness of infinite space! Boneless,
CF \| fleshless, almost invisible and yet imbued with incredible power — I
CF \| speak to you of cosmic radiation!"
CF \|
CF \| "The deadly solar radiation that has the power to raise the dead! The
CF \| power to amplify brainwaves to many times their natural strength — so
CF \| that even a weak little puppy could wipe out a city of concrete and
CF \| steel — with the power of his mind!"
CF \|
CF \| "In a future that grows ever closer, the fate of the Earth lies in the
CF \| hands of one man. That man is Detective Frank Douglas — that man, my
CF \| friend, is YOU!"
CF \|
CF \| "God help us... in the future!"
CF \|
CF \| With that the Ringmaster folds his hands across his chest and lies
CF \| back in his coffin, which, with a slight wobble, descends back into
CF \| the swirling mist to be seen no more!
CF \|
CF \| Renegade Brainwave
CF \| A True Story — Based on Sworn Testimony — as Related by J. J. Guest
CF \| Release 2 / Serial number 230911 / Inform 7 build 6M62 (I6/v6.33 lib
CF \| 6/12N)
CF \| (Type "about" for credits and game information.)
CF \|
CF \| Cemetery Entrance
CF \| You stand at the entrance to the Bide-A-Wee Cemetery for Circus Folk,
CF \| where a mysterious object from space was seen to crash-land earlier
CF \| tonight. The cemetery was built rather hurriedly in the middle of a
CF \| fetid, stinking swamp after that evil circus came to town and tried to
CF \| hypnotize and enslave all the townspeople.
CF \|
CF \| From between the drooping cypress trees, obelisks, urns and angels
CF \| peer out at drunken angles, ivy covered tombs and headstones lie
CF \| abandoned and to the north are the moss-grown ruins of some ancient
CF \| chapel, glowing with an eerie, greenish light! To the south an open
CF \| gate leads back to the road and the safety of your patrol car. East
CF \| and west, overgrown paths meander into the gloom.
CF \|
CF \| Officer Donald McRonald stands beside you, smiling inanely. He is
CF \| carrying a cigarette lighter.
CF \|
CF \| >		Roger says, "This seems to be delivering on what was advertised"
		Jacqueline says, "It does."
		DavidW says, "heh Donald McRonald. Our fellow officer is a clown, I take it."
		Jacqueline says, "I did chuckle."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "about"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > ABOUT
CF \|
CF \| Renegade Brainwave
CF \| Tsathoggua County Police Department, October 31st, 10 PM: Reports
CF \| are coming in of a mysterious object from space, which has apparently
CF \| crash landed in the old cemetery! Not just any old cemetery, but the
CF \| Bide-A-Wee Cemetery for Circus Folk, which was hurriedly built in a
CF \| dismal, stinking swamp, years ago, after that evil circus came to town
CF \| and tried to hypnotize all the townspeople!
CF \|
CF \| There's nothing else for it but for you, Detective Frank Douglas,
CF \| and your best officer, the ever so kooky Donald McRonald, to
CF \| investigate. It's going to be one of those nights, you can tell, and
CF \| on nights like these, you prefer to change into something more —
CF \| comfortable...
CF \|
CF \| About the Game
CF \| Renegade Brainwave was first written in three hours for
CF \| ECTOCOMP 2010. This Glulx version is an expansion of the original
CF \| idea.
CF \|
CF \| Renegade Brainwave includes the Approaches extension
CF \| by Emily Short. Approaches provides a GO TO... action which
CF \| allows the player to move to a named room, as long as the path lies
CF \| through rooms they have already visited, and provided the way is
CF \| clear!
CF \|
CF \| The game includes an atmospheric soundscape including music by
CF \| Monstrous Movie Music.
CF \|
CF \| A location-based hint system is provided in Renegade
CF \| Brainwave. If at any point you get stuck with the game, you can
CF \| type HINT or HELP to receive a hint about what needs to be done in
CF \| that room or location.
CF \|
CF \| The author is the proud owner of a pair of white vinyl go-go boots,
CF \| size 10.
CF \|
CF \| Credits
CF \| Renegade Brainwave is the work of J. J. Guest. It was written
CF \| with Inform 7. I would like to thank my beta-testers Ade McTavish,
CF \| Mike Spivey and Hanon Ondricek. Additional circus epitaphs were
CF \| written by Loz Etheridge.
CF \|
CF \| Inform 7 is the work of Graham Nelson. Renegade Brainwave
CF \| uses the extensions "Approaches", "Locksmith", and "Basic Screen
CF \| Effects" by Emily Short, and "Music" by Daniel Stelzer. The javascript
CF \| code used to make the soundscape playable in the online version was
CF \| kindly provided by Brian Rushton, adapted from his excellent game
CF \| Absence of Law.
CF \|
CF \| The character Donald McRonald first appeared in Escape from the
CF \| Crazy Place. Tsathoggua and The Book of Eibon are the creations
CF \| of Clark Ashton Smith.
CF \|
CF \| Renegade Brainwave is respectfully dedicated to Edward D.
CF \| Wood Jr.
CF \|
CF \| Music Credits (Musical Version Only)
CF \| Recordings courtesy of Monstrous Movie Music, Copyright 1996. Music
CF \| from It Came from Outer Space: "Main Title" and "The Thing
CF \| Follows" composed by Herman Stein - Gilead Music Co. (ASCAP).
CF \| "Kidnapping Ellen" composed by Irving Gertz - Accolade Music
CF \| Publishing Co. (ASCAP)
CF \|
CF \| "The Limonaire 1900 Plays 'Entry of the Gladiators'" is used by kind
CF \| permission of Tom Gavioli [LINK] "Entry
CF \| of the Gladiators ('Thunder and Blazes')" composed by Julius Fucik.
CF \|
CF \| "Swamp Noises", "Crickets", "Thunder" and "Thunder Rumbles" are from
CF \| Special FX (Sound Effects) (CD), Copyright Avid Records 1997.
CF \|
CF \| "Sputnik: Beep" by NASA is licensed under a Creative Commons License.
CF \|
CF \| "Alligator Growl", "Bats Chirping", "Bats Flying", "Underwater
CF \| Synthesizer", "Old Time Rifle", "Water Drip", "Treble-Heavy Thunder
CF \| Crack", "Loud Muffled Thunder Crack", "Hound Dog Baying and Howling",
CF \| "Big Animal Growling Performed by Human" and "Oar Splash" are by Craig
CF \| Smith from FreeSound. "Loon Diver Call 3" is by Nic Stage from
CF \| FreeSound.
CF \|
CF \| Freesound is a collaborative repository of CC licensed audio samples,
CF \| and non-profit organisation, with more than 400,000 sounds and
CF \| effects, and 8 million registered users. The soundscape was created by
CF \| the author using Audacity and Adobe Audition.
CF \|
CF \| >		Lionheart says, "Rather like that introduction. Like a Greek play"
		Jacqueline says, "Gosh, I don't know if I'm happy or sad or happy or sad that we don't get the music."
		Jacqueline says, "Possibly happy."
		Jacqueline says, "Possibly sad."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x me"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > X ME
CF \|
CF \| Today you are wearing your Mary Quant monochrome mod dress,
CF \| contrasting red tights and white vinyl go-go boots. This isn't
CF \| strictly an undercover operation, but it sure is a creepy one, and in
CF \| situations like this you feel much more comfortable attired in the
CF \| clothing of the opposite sex.
CF \|
CF \| "Come on, Donald. We'll investigate, but move carefully," you say to
CF \| Donald, but you might as well be talking to yourself.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > I
CF \|
CF \| You are carrying:
CF \| a Mary Quant handbag (closed)
CF \| You are wearing:
CF \| some white vinyl go-go boots
CF \| some contrasting red tights
CF \| a monochrome mod dress
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "'a hand-ba-a-a-a-ag?'"
		Roger says, "Good day to be familiar with Plan 9"
		DavidW says, "(I'm quoting The Importance of Being Earnest)"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "open handbag"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > OPEN HANDBAG
CF \|
CF \| You open the Mary Quant handbag, revealing a gun, a flashlight, a
CF \| jelly doughnut and a seventeen-foot boa constrictor.
CF \|
CF \| Now, how on Earth did that get in there? Probably a practical joke —
CF \| the boys at the station are always ribbing you about your
CF \| transvestitism.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "heh"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x boa"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > X BOA
CF \|
CF \| A great big scaly snake.
CF \|
CF \| The snake slithers from out of your handbag and begins to wrap itself
CF \| around your neck, coiling tighter and tighter. You struggle to call
CF \| out to Donald, but no sound comes. Your breath comes in shallow gulps
CF \| — and is no more! As consciousness slips away you hear gunshots and
CF \| in
CF \| your delirium assume that Donald is trying to kill the snake, but in
CF \| fact he's just taking potshots at the vultures perched on nearby
CF \| tombstones. He doesn't even notice the heels of your boots
CF \| disappearing into the undergrowth as the snake drags you away to an
CF \| open grave — your grave!
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| * THE END *
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the
CF \| last command?
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "I mean, the boys shouldn't. I was mostly laughing at the snake, but now I'm not laughing about the snake anymore."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "undo"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \|
CF \| > UNDO
CF \|
CF \| cemetery entrance
CF \| [Previous turn undone.]
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "geez. I wasn't expecting to die that easily."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "drop bag"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > DROP BAG
CF \|
CF \| You drop the handbag rather hurriedly, and the snake slithers away
CF \| into the undergrowth. That was a close call!
CF \|
CF \| >		Roger says, "whew"
		DavidW says, "thanks Jacqueline"
		Jacqueline exclaims, "Welcome!"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take bag"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE BAG
CF \|
CF \| Taken.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x doughnut"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > X DOUGHNUT
CF \|
CF \| You always carry around a doughnut or two so that you have something
CF \| to bribe Officer McRonald with. He likes stealing your stuff almost as
CF \| much as he likes doughnuts.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x donald"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > X DONALD
CF \|
CF \| Pallid-faced with a shock of orange hair and a red nose, Donald is one
CF \| of the more bizarre-looking officers in your precinct, topped only by
CF \| Officer McGillicuddy who is a chimpanzee, and Officer McKenzie, a
CF \| spoon. Before joining the force Donald worked in a burger bar as some
CF \| kind of mascot. The giant-sized shiny red boots are not strictly
CF \| uniform but the quartermaster didn't have anything else in his size.
CF \|
CF \| Donald may be a recklessly impulsive idiot with no sense of right or
CF \| wrong and a mischievous streak a mile wide, but he's still the best
CF \| damn officer you've got, and the only one who doesn't give you hell
CF \| for wearing women's clothing. In fact, he doesn't even seem to notice.
CF \|
CF \| "I've heard of the graveyard shift, Donald, but this is ridiculous,"
CF \| you say to Donald, but Donald isn't listening.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "This is like a live-action Airplane! movie."
		Jacqueline says, "Kinda, yeah."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x lighter"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > X LIGHTER
CF \|
CF \| A disposable cigarette lighter, shocking pink. Donald doesn't smoke,
CF \| he just likes setting fire to things.
CF \|
CF \| "Seeing a cemetery on a night like this can stir in the mind the best
CF \| ideas for a good horror story, but let's not let our imaginations get
CF \| the better of us!" you say to Donald. Donald shrugs.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jade has arrived.		Jacqueline says, "ha"
		DavidW says, "hi Jade"
		Jade says, "hello"
		DavidW says, "We just started Renegade Brainwave."
		Jacqueline says, "Hi, Jade."
		Jade says, "ok, thanks"
		DavidW says, "We're still in the first room. We're a cross-dressing police officer with Donald McRonald as our partner, and we've died once because our fellow officers put a boa constrictor in our Mary Quant handbag."
		Jacqueline says, "It's kind of a lot."
		Jacqueline says, "Good summary, DW."
		Jacqueline says, "That's all happened in about the last 10 minutes. We started a little late on purpose."
		DavidW says, "We're investigating a disturbance in a cemetery in a swamp. Probably a UFO."
		Jade says, "ok"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > L
CF \|
CF \| Cemetery Entrance
CF \| You stand at the entrance to the Bide-A-Wee Cemetery for Circus Folk,
CF \| where a mysterious object from space was seen to crash-land earlier
CF \| tonight. The cemetery was built rather hurriedly in the middle of a
CF \| fetid, stinking swamp after that evil circus came to town and tried to
CF \| hypnotize and enslave all the townspeople.
CF \|
CF \| From between the drooping cypress trees, obelisks, urns and angels
CF \| peer out at drunken angles, ivy covered tombs and headstones lie
CF \| abandoned and to the north are the moss-grown ruins of some ancient
CF \| chapel, glowing with an eerie, greenish light! To the south an open
CF \| gate leads back to the road and the safety of your patrol car. East
CF \| and west, overgrown paths meander into the gloom.
CF \|
CF \| Officer Donald McRonald stands by your side, doing his best impression
CF \| of a bogey-man. He is carrying a cigarette lighter.
CF \|
CF \| "We sure picked the wrong night to investigate a cemetery," you say to
CF \| Donald, but you might as well be talking to yourself.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x urns"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > X URNS
CF \|
CF \| They all seem to be the graves of circus folk. You look at a tombstone
CF \| at random. It reads:
CF \|
CF \| Here lies the greatest human cannonball the world has ever seen.
CF \| We will never see his caliber again.
CF \|
CF \| >		Lionheart says, "Good to establishe that sudden game-ending deaths are the order of the day right from the outset."
		Jacqueline says, "heh"
		DavidW says (to Lionheart), "true"
		Jacqueline says, "I'll bet there are some other good dad joke inscriptions in this cemetery."
		DavidW asks, "Should we just look at more graves before moving on?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x urns"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > X URNS
CF \|
CF \| They all seem to be the graves of circus folk. You look at a tombstone
CF \| at random. It reads:
CF \|
CF \| Here lies the young man on the flying trapeze.
CF \| He fell to his death with the greatest of ease.
CF \|
CF \| >		Lionheart says, "Yes, lets see more funny tombstones"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > G
CF \|
CF \| They all seem to be the graves of circus folk. You look at a tombstone
CF \| at random. It reads:
CF \|
CF \| Here lies Lorenzo the Lion Tamer.
CF \| Buried 200ft below this slab because deep down he's a nice guy.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > G
CF \|
CF \| They all seem to be the graves of circus folk. You look at a tombstone
CF \| at random. It reads:
CF \|
CF \| Here lies the fortune teller Gypsy Rose Lee.
CF \| That tram-car was one thing she didn't foresee.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > G
CF \|
CF \| They all seem to be the graves of circus folk. You look at a tombstone
CF \| at random. It reads:
CF \|
CF \| Here lies Monsieur Flambeau, the famous fire eater.
CF \| He shouldn't have drunk that third Margarita.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "ouch"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > G
CF \|
CF \| They all seem to be the graves of circus folk. You look at a tombstone
CF \| at random. It reads:
CF \|
CF \| Here lies old what's his name, the world famous mnemonist.
CF \| Gone, but not, er, thingy.
CF \|
CF \| "The thing that impresses me the most, McRonald, is the complete and
CF \| utter silence. You can almost hear it!" you say to Donald, but Donald
CF \| isn't listening.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > G
CF \|
CF \| They all seem to be the graves of circus folk. You look at a tombstone
CF \| at random. It reads:
CF \|
CF \| Here lies Hernando Horowitz, the Ringmaster of Crime.
CF \| We had to add this second line or else it wouldn't rhyme.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > G
CF \|
CF \| They all seem to be the graves of circus folk. You look at a tombstone
CF \| at random. It reads:
CF \|
CF \| He thought it was old
CF \| And he thought it was lamer,
CF \| But here lies what's left
CF \| Of our lion tamer.
CF \|
CF \| "Oh, this stinkin' swamp water stinks!" you say to Donald. Donald
CF \| shrugs.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > G
CF \|
CF \| They all seem to be the graves of circus folk. You look at a tombstone
CF \| at random. It reads:
CF \|
CF \| Here lies the juggler,
CF \| Who juggled gold bars,
CF \| But juggling dynamite?
CF \| One step too far.
CF \|
CF \| "Old legends — strange tales — never die in the lonely swamp land,"
CF \| you say to Donald, but Donald isn't listening.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > G
CF \|
CF \| They all seem to be the graves of circus folk. You look at a tombstone
CF \| at random. It reads:
CF \|
CF \| Here lies Belle Barton, the cannonball-catcher.
CF \| Too late we remembered — you mustn't distract her.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > G
CF \|
CF \| They all seem to be the graves of circus folk. You look at a tombstone
CF \| at random. It reads:
CF \|
CF \| Here lies Professor Mezarin,
CF \| Who caught bullets with his teeth.
CF \| Forgot to put his dentures in,
CF \| Now he lies six feet beneath.
CF \|
CF \| "This swamp breeds more rumors than mosquitoes," you say to Donald.
CF \| Donald shrugs.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > G
CF \|
CF \| They all seem to be the graves of circus folk. You look at a tombstone
CF \| at random. It reads:
CF \|
CF \| Here lies Henry Higgins, stilt-walker.
CF \| Cause of death: Woodworm.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "at least it wasn't termites"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > G
CF \|
CF \| They all seem to be the graves of circus folk. You look at a tombstone
CF \| at random. It reads:
CF \|
CF \| Here lies the mime artist, who got into trouble,
CF \| And suffocated in his imaginary bubble.
CF \|
CF \| "Don't forget, Donald, officially, the police don't believe in
CF \| monsters. Facts are our business. Facts, and only facts!" you say to
CF \| Donald, but Donald is too busy pulling one of his silly faces.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > G
CF \|
CF \| They all seem to be the graves of circus folk. You look at a tombstone
CF \| at random. It reads:
CF \|
CF \| Here lies the clown,
CF \| With his nose big and red.
CF \| He tickled the elephant,
CF \| (It fell on his head).
CF \|
CF \| "It's tough to find something when you don't know what you're looking
CF \| for," you say to Donald, but Donald isn't listening.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > G
CF \|
CF \| They all seem to be the graves of circus folk. You look at a tombstone
CF \| at random. It reads:
CF \|
CF \| This is the resting place
CF \| Of our ringmaster.
CF \| An escape artist too.
CF \| (Maybe could have been faster).
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > G
CF \|
CF \| They all seem to be the graves of circus folk. You look at a tombstone
CF \| at random. It reads:
CF \|
CF \| Here lies the fire eater,
CF \| What a prize chump.
CF \| Got his torches mixed up
CF \| With a gasoline pump.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > G
CF \|
CF \| They all seem to be the graves of circus folk. You look at a tombstone
CF \| at random. It reads:
CF \|
CF \| The Australian knife thrower,
CF \| Here he be laid,
CF \| After having a go
CF \| With a boomerang blade.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "It's a big cemetery."
		DavidW says, "goodness me"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > G
CF \|
CF \| They all seem to be the graves of circus folk. You look at a tombstone
CF \| at random. It reads:
CF \|
CF \| Here lies the trampolinist,
CF \| So high nothing stopped her!
CF \| But she didn't account
CF \| For that darned helicopter.
CF \|
CF \| "One thing a policeman learns, Donald, is patience," you say to
CF \| Donald, but you might as well be talking to yourself.
CF \|
CF \| >		Lionheart applauds the author for supplying so many of these.
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > G
CF \|
CF \| They all seem to be the graves of circus folk. You look at a tombstone
CF \| at random. It reads:
CF \|
CF \| Here lies Le Petomane,
CF \| Maître de son art,
CF \| 'Til he bottled it up
CF \| And then sniffed his own fart.
CF \|
CF \| "I don't like hearing noises, McRonald, Especially in a place like
CF \| this, where there aren't supposed to be any," you say to Donald.
CF \| Donald shrugs.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > G
CF \|
CF \| They all seem to be the graves of circus folk. You look at a tombstone
CF \| at random. It reads:
CF \|
CF \| Here lies the clown,
CF \| With his nose big and red.
CF \| He tickled the elephant,
CF \| (It fell on his head).
CF \|
CF \| "All these graves, McRonald, all these dead people! Maybe their bodies
CF \| are gone, but who can tell of their souls?" you say to Donald, but
CF \| Donald isn't listening.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "okay, that's a repeat."
		Jacqueline says, "First repeat, yeah."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > G
CF \|
CF \| They all seem to be the graves of circus folk. You look at a tombstone
CF \| at random. It reads:
CF \|
CF \| Here lies Professor Mezarin,
CF \| Who caught bullets with his teeth.
CF \| Forgot to put his dentures in,
CF \| Now he lies six feet beneath.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > L
CF \|
CF \| Cemetery Entrance
CF \| You stand at the entrance to the Bide-A-Wee Cemetery for Circus Folk,
CF \| where a mysterious object from space was seen to crash-land earlier
CF \| tonight. The cemetery was built rather hurriedly in the middle of a
CF \| fetid, stinking swamp after that evil circus came to town and tried to
CF \| hypnotize and enslave all the townspeople.
CF \|
CF \| From between the drooping cypress trees, obelisks, urns and angels
CF \| peer out at drunken angles, ivy covered tombs and headstones lie
CF \| abandoned and to the north are the moss-grown ruins of some ancient
CF \| chapel, glowing with an eerie, greenish light! To the south an open
CF \| gate leads back to the road and the safety of your patrol car. East
CF \| and west, overgrown paths meander into the gloom.
CF \|
CF \| Officer Donald McRonald stands beside you, doing his best impression
CF \| of a bogey-man. He is carrying a cigarette lighter.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x ruins"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > X RUINS
CF \|
CF \| Silhouetted against the lambent sky to the north is the stark shape of
CF \| the ruined chapel. An eerie, virid glow surrounds it like an unholy
CF \| halo!
CF \|
CF \| "But I'm telling you, Donald, there's something more! There's
CF \| something ELSE out there. Something I don't understand..." you say to
CF \| Donald, but you might as well be talking to yourself.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW asks, "shall we visit yon glowing chapel?"
		Lionheart says, "A halon't"
		Jacqueline says, "Sure."
		Roger asks, "do we want to trade doughnut for lighter first?"
		DavidW says, "not sure yet."
		Lionheart says, "Wait till we're sure we don't have ta feed a hellhound or something"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] crossroads
CF \| >
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \| The heels of your white vinyl go-go boots sink slightly into the boggy
CF \| ground. This isn't strictly an undercover operation, but it sure is a
CF \| creepy one, and in situations like this you feel much more comfortable
CF \| attired in the clothing of the opposite sex.
CF \|
CF \| Crossroads
CF \| From here paths lead off in all directions. Directly to the north
CF \| stands the forbidding ruined chapel, aglow with greenish light. South
CF \| lies the cemetery entrance. To the west, a spreading oak tree can be
CF \| seen in the distance, whilst to the east looms the strange, exotic
CF \| tomb of Mandoo the Mystic. In the ordinal directions, paths meander
CF \| through the headstones toward the far corners of the cemetery.
CF \|
CF \| High above the scudding clouds, lightning flickers, whilst from the
CF \| shade of the tupelo trees, lightning bugs pulse as if in answer!
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald saunters up to you, whistling merrily to himself.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x bugs"
CF ] crossroads
CF \| >
CF \| > X BUGS
CF \|
CF \| Lightning bugs flit like ghost lights among the trees.
CF \|
CF \| "There's something out there, Donald. Something that isn't supposed to
CF \| be!" you say to Donald. Donald shrugs.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "I wonder if we need to en-jar those later."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Outside The Chapel
CF \| Here, beneath a shroud of ivy, lurks the ruined chapel, the
CF \| untrammeled apotheosis of Carpenter Gothic. Steeply pitched gables,
CF \| fancy finials and pyramidal spires soar skyward in reckless profusion,
CF \| and everything carvable has been carven to within an inch of
CF \| structural collapse. The chapel has been boarded up, several solid
CF \| planks nailed across the door to deter vandals. From a gigantic hole
CF \| in the roof comes an eerie light that casts a virid pall over the
CF \| lowering clouds.
CF \|
CF \| To the south, east and west, tangled paths weave through lichened
CF \| headstones before disappearing into the gloom.
CF \|
CF \| "I've seen a glow like that once before — in a radiation lab!" you
CF \| say
CF \| to Donald. Donald shrugs.
CF \|
CF \| Here comes old Donald McRonald again, paying scant attention to what
CF \| is going on.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "I'm going guess the cemetery is a 3 by 3 grid on the evidence so far."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x hole"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > X HOLE
CF \|
CF \| You can't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x boards"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > X BOARDS
CF \|
CF \| Solid wooden planks, nailed across the chapel door to deter vandals,
CF \| hooligans, dope fiends, trope fiends, bloodsucking fiends, devil
CF \| worshipers, God worshipers, fascists, crypto-fascists, zoologists,
CF \| cryptozoologists, those meddling kids and other undesirables.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "jinkies"
		Jacqueline says, "heh"
		Lionheart says, "Bet the trope fiends got in anyway"
		DavidW says, "probably"
		DavidW says, "I re-played Guilded Youth recently."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "pull boards"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > PULL BOARDS
CF \|
CF \| There's no way you could remove the boards with your bare hands, and
CF \| besides, you've just had your nails done.
CF \|
CF \| "All these graves, McRonald, all these dead people! Maybe their bodies
CF \| are gone, but who can tell of their souls?" you say to Donald, but
CF \| Donald isn't listening.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "climb chapel"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > CLIMB CHAPEL
CF \|
CF \| Little is to be achieved by that.
CF \|
CF \| "There's something out there, Donald. Something that isn't supposed to
CF \| be!" you say to Donald. Donald shrugs.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "I guess we go find a crowbar around here."
Lionheart says (to f), "duffy, pull boards"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > DUFFY, PULL BOARDS
CF \|
CF \| You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline asks, "Climb chapel, eh?"
Lionheart says (to f), "donald, pull boards"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > DONALD, PULL BOARDS
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald has better things to do.
CF \|
CF \| "I don't like hearing noises, McRonald, Especially in a place like
CF \| this, where there aren't supposed to be any," you say to Donald, but
CF \| Donald is too busy doing his best impression of a bogey-man.
CF \|
CF \| >
Lionheart says (to f), "donald, burn boards"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > DONALD, BURN BOARDS
CF \|
CF \| You'd have to have a pretty good reason for ordering Donald to set
CF \| light to something. He doesn't need much encouragement.
CF \|
CF \| "Oh, this stinkin' swamp water stinks!" you say to Donald, but you
CF \| might as well be talking to yourself.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says (to Jacqueline), "it was worth a try. The hole may be a way in."
		DavidW says, "We might find a ladder instead of a crowbar."
		Jacqueline says, "Oh, ah."
		Jacqueline says, "Sure."
		DavidW asks, "West next?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] shady corner
CF \| >
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Shady Corner
CF \| This is a shady corner of the cemetery where some whimsical topiary
CF \| artist has trimmed all the trees into the shape of trees. There are a
CF \| fair scattering of variously sized headstones to be seen, including a
CF \| large broken column, entwined all around by the roots of some twisting
CF \| tree. A sudden flash of lightning illumines the sky!
CF \|
CF \| To the south looms a massive oak tree, southeast a rutted path leads
CF \| to a crossroads and to the east is the ruined chapel with its eerie
CF \| green glow.
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald saunters up to you, whistling merrily to himself.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "ha"
		Lionheart says, "Sounds like telling donald to burn something might be a solution later."
		DavidW says, "oh, heck. Ivy might be climbable."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x column"
CF ] shady corner
CF \| >
CF \| > X COLUMN
CF \|
CF \| A broken column signifies a life cut short. The inscription below it
CF \| reads:
CF \|
CF \| Here lies Mimi Madley,
CF \| The magician's assistant.
CF \| The saw was sticking badly,
CF \| The magician was persistent.
CF \|
CF \| "It's tough to find something when you don't know what you're looking
CF \| for," you say to Donald, but Donald isn't listening.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "eep"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x headstone"
CF ] shady corner
CF \| >
CF \| > X HEADSTONE
CF \|
CF \| They all seem to be the graves of circus folk. You look at a tombstone
CF \| at random. It reads:
CF \|
CF \| Here lies Monsieur Flambeau, the famous fire eater.
CF \| He shouldn't have drunk that third Margarita.
CF \|
CF \| "Come on, Donald. We'll investigate, but move carefully," you say to
CF \| Donald, but Donald is too busy smiling inanely.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] oak tree
CF \| >
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \| As you near the oak tree you experience that morbid quickening of the
CF \| senses that presages a visitation from beyond the veil. Directly ahead
CF \| of you, illuminated by a ray of moonshine amid the verdurous gloom, a
CF \| large gorilla is emerging from an open grave. With a prehensile roar
CF \| he lumbers off into the darkness, disappearing among the winding,
CF \| mossy ways.
CF \|
CF \| "You know, Donald," you say, "I don't think that's the last we've seen
CF \| of that gorilla." But Donald is busy cleaning out his ears with a
CF \| Q-Tip and doesn't seem to have noticed the spooky goings-on.
CF \|
CF \| Oak Tree
CF \| You stand in the shadow of a vast live oak tree, gnarled and twisted
CF \| with age and knobbled with bulbous fungoid protrusions. Swags of moss
CF \| depend from its mighty branches, and hundreds of ragged bats flit
CF \| about its crown. Beneath the tree, where heaves the turf in many a
CF \| mouldering heap, is an enormous open grave, surmounted by a colossal
CF \| tombstone.
CF \|
CF \| To the north, south and east, meandering pathways disappear into the
CF \| gloom.
CF \|
CF \| "There's something out there, Donald. Something that isn't supposed to
CF \| be!" you say to Donald. Donald shrugs.
CF \|
CF \| A patter of size 19 boots announces the arrival of Donald McRonald,
CF \| paying scant attention to what is going on.
CF \|
CF \| >		Roger says, "the symbolism of the broken column is a real thing, if anyone was wondering"
		DavidW says, "huh"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x open grave"
CF ] Open Grave
CF \| >
CF \| > X OPEN GRAVE
CF \|
CF \| "Strange. If someone had broken in, the dirt should be piled up here
CF \| somewhere," you say to Officer McRonald. "It looks like it's fallen
CF \| in, into the grave, as though someone had broken OUT!"
CF \|
CF \| At the bottom of the grave lies a vast wooden coffin. Something inside
CF \| it glints in the moonlight. Suddenly Donald shoves you into the open
CF \| grave.
CF \|
CF \| Open Grave (in the gorilla's coffin)
CF \| The gorilla's coffin is roomy, in fact you've had far less spacious
CF \| apartments. Like most of those apartments, its atmosphere is rank with
CF \| the sickening fetor of corruption, and it smells pretty bad too —
CF \| hardly surprising when you consider that the previous tenant was a
CF \| deceased ape. In one shadowy corner, something metallic glints in the
CF \| moonlight.
CF \|
CF \| The hinged lid has been forced open, six inch nails protruding like
CF \| the teeth of a shark. High above your head spread the arms of the oak
CF \| tree, cast into sharp relief by the distant flicker of lightning.
CF \|
CF \| Office McRonald clambers in after you.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "There is some random ass stuff in this game."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x glint"
CF ] Darkness
CF \| >
CF \| > X GLINT
CF \|
CF \| Something metallic. You can't see it properly.
CF \|
CF \| Officer McRonald closes the coffin lid. "Cut that out, McRonald!" you
CF \| say. "You know how I hate enclosed spaces."
CF \|
CF \| "The thing that impresses me the most, McRonald, is the complete and
CF \| utter silence. You can almost hear it!" you say to Donald, but you
CF \| might as well be talking to yourself.
CF \|
CF \| It is now pitch dark in here!
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "turn on flashlight"
CF ] The gorilla's coffin
CF \| >
CF \| > TURN ON FLASHLIGHT
CF \|
CF \| (first taking the flashlight from the Mary Quant handbag)
CF \| You flip a switch. A strong, narrow beam of light shines from the
CF \| flashlight.
CF \|
CF \| "Old legends — strange tales — never die in the lonely swamp land,"
CF \| you say to Donald, but Donald is too busy whistling merrily to
CF \| himself.
CF \|
CF \| The Gorilla's Coffin
CF \| Even with Donald lying beside you, the gorilla's coffin is roomy, in
CF \| fact you've had far less spacious apartments. Like most of those
CF \| apartments, its atmosphere is rank with the sickening fetor of
CF \| corruption, and it smells pretty bad too — hardly surprising when you
CF \| consider that the previous tenant was a deceased ape. In one shadowy
CF \| corner, something metallic glints in the torchlight.
CF \|
CF \| The coffin lid is closed, and with any luck, nobody has nailed it
CF \| shut.
CF \|
CF \| Officer Donald McRonald lies beside you, whistling a funeral dirge. He
CF \| is carrying a cigarette lighter.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x corner"
CF ] The gorilla's coffin
CF \| >
CF \| > X CORNER
CF \|
CF \| Groping around in a shadowy corner of the vast, wooden casket, you
CF \| find a jelly doughnut and a large crowbar. A crowbar — so that's how
CF \| the gorilla got out!
CF \|
CF \| "All these graves, McRonald, all these dead people! Maybe their bodies
CF \| are gone, but who can tell of their souls?" you say to Donald. Donald
CF \| shrugs.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take all"
CF ] The gorilla's coffin
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE ALL
CF \|
CF \| cigarette lighter: That seems to belong to Donald McRonald.
CF \|
CF \| "The thing that impresses me the most, McRonald, is the complete and
CF \| utter silence. You can almost hear it!" you say to Donald, but Donald
CF \| isn't listening.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take crowbar and doughnut"
CF ] The gorilla's coffin
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE CROWBAR AND DOUGHNUT
CF \|
CF \| crowbar: You already have that.
CF \| jelly doughnut: Taken.
CF \|
CF \| "I don't like hearing noises, McRonald, Especially in a place like
CF \| this, where there aren't supposed to be any," you say to Donald, but
CF \| Donald is too busy pulling one of his silly faces.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x corner"
CF ] The gorilla's coffin
CF \| >
CF \| > X CORNER
CF \|
CF \| Nothing else there.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] The gorilla's coffin
CF \| >
CF \| > I
CF \|
CF \| You are carrying:
CF \| two jelly doughnuts
CF \| a crowbar
CF \| a flashlight (providing light)
CF \| a Mary Quant handbag (open)
CF \| a gun
CF \| You are wearing:
CF \| some white vinyl go-go boots
CF \| some contrasting red tights
CF \| a monochrome mod dress
CF \|
CF \| "All these graves, McRonald, all these dead people! Maybe their bodies
CF \| are gone, but who can tell of their souls?" you say to Donald, but you
CF \| might as well be talking to yourself.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put all jelly in handbag"
CF ] The gorilla's coffin
CF \| >
CF \| > PUT ALL JELLY IN HANDBAG
CF \|
CF \| jelly doughnut: Done.
CF \| jelly doughnut: Done.
CF \|
CF \| "Don't forget, Donald, officially, the police don't believe in
CF \| monsters. Facts are our business. Facts, and only facts!" you say to
CF \| Donald, but Donald isn't listening.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "open coffin"
CF ] Open Grave
CF \| >
CF \| > OPEN COFFIN
CF \|
CF \| You open the gorilla's coffin.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "out"
CF ] oak tree
CF \| >
CF \| > OUT
CF \|
CF \| You haul yourself out of the grave.
CF \|
CF \| Oak Tree
CF \| You stand in the shadow of a vast live oak tree, gnarled and twisted
CF \| with age and knobbled with bulbous fungoid protrusions. Swags of moss
CF \| depend from its mighty branches, and hundreds of ragged bats flit
CF \| about its crown. Beneath the tree, where heaves the turf in many a
CF \| mouldering heap, is an enormous open grave, surmounted by a colossal
CF \| tombstone.
CF \|
CF \| To the north, south and east, meandering pathways disappear into the
CF \| gloom.
CF \|
CF \| Office McRonald scrambles out behind you.
CF \|
CF \| "Don't forget, Donald, officially, the police don't believe in
CF \| monsters. Facts are our business. Facts, and only facts!" you say to
CF \| Donald, but you might as well be talking to yourself.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "The every turn text feels like a little too much after a while."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "turn off flashlight"
CF ] oak tree
CF \| >
CF \| > TURN OFF FLASHLIGHT
CF \|
CF \| You switch the flashlight off.
CF \|
CF \| "There's something out there, Donald. Something that isn't supposed to
CF \| be!" you say to Donald, but Donald isn't listening.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x bats"
CF ] oak tree
CF \| >
CF \| > X BATS
CF \|
CF \| Their high-pitched squeaking sets your teeth on edge. Ever since "The
CF \| Case of the Tsathoggua County Werewolf," your hearing has been
CF \| somewhat enhanced. After four months and nine victims you finally
CF \| worked out, to your embarrassment, that the werewolf was you.
CF \| The memory still smarts, and you still have to fight down the urge to
CF \| howl at the full moon.
CF \|
CF \| >		Roger says, "Too Much is on-brand for this game, though"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] tomb of the India Rubber Man
CF \| >
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Tomb of the India Rubber Man
CF \| You stand before the tomb of the Great Bendini, India Rubber Man. The
CF \| sinuous concrete form of this modest mausoleum is covered in
CF \| shimmering ceramic mosaics. It is surmounted by a statue of the man
CF \| himself in one of his most fantastic poses, twisted like a pretzel in
CF \| striped leotards. The whole thing is ringed around by a tall iron
CF \| fence, every spike cruelly sharpened by hand. A flickering sign in
CF \| pink neon warns, "KEEP OUT".
CF \|
CF \| To the north, the dim outline of a massive tree can be seen, whilst
CF \| east and northeast, paths disappear into the mist.
CF \|
CF \| "I don't like hearing noises, McRonald, Especially in a place like
CF \| this, where there aren't supposed to be any," you say to Donald, but
CF \| Donald is too busy whistling merrily to himself.
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald saunters up to you, doing his best impression of a
CF \| bogey-man.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says (to Roger), "That is fair."
		Jacqueline says, "I just mean that if it's going to be every turn there should be far more of it prior to it repeating."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x statue"
CF ] tomb of the India Rubber Man
CF \| >
CF \| > X STATUE
CF \|
CF \| The statue depicts the Great Bendini in one of his most famous poses,
CF \| which combined a bent-legged stag handstand with a round turn and two
CF \| half-hitches.
CF \|
CF \| "I don't like hearing noises, McRonald, Especially in a place like
CF \| this, where there aren't supposed to be any," you say to Donald.
CF \| Donald shrugs.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x fence"
CF ] tomb of the India Rubber Man
CF \| >
CF \| > X FENCE
CF \|
CF \| Tall iron railings bar your way into the tomb, every spike cruelly
CF \| sharpened by hand.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x tomb"
CF ] tomb of the India Rubber Man
CF \| >
CF \| > X TOMB
CF \|
CF \| The sinuous concrete form of this modest mausoleum is covered in
CF \| shimmering ceramic mosaics. It is surmounted by a statue of the man
CF \| himself in one of his most fantastic poses, twisted like a pretzel in
CF \| striped leotards.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x sign"
CF ] tomb of the India Rubber Man
CF \| >
CF \| > X SIGN
CF \|
CF \| The sign adds a touch of Las Vegas to the otherwise sombre scene. It
CF \| says, "KEEP OUT".
CF \|
CF \| "But I'm telling you, Donald, there's something more! There's
CF \| something ELSE out there. Something I don't understand..." you say to
CF \| Donald, but Donald is too busy whistling merrily to himself.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Cemetery Entrance
CF \| You stand at the entrance to the Bide-A-Wee Cemetery for Circus Folk,
CF \| where a mysterious object from space was seen to crash-land earlier
CF \| tonight. The cemetery was built rather hurriedly in the middle of a
CF \| fetid, stinking swamp after that evil circus came to town and tried to
CF \| hypnotize and enslave all the townspeople.
CF \|
CF \| From between the drooping cypress trees, obelisks, urns and angels
CF \| peer out at drunken angles, ivy covered tombs and headstones lie
CF \| abandoned and to the north are the moss-grown ruins of some ancient
CF \| chapel, glowing with an eerie, greenish light! To the south an open
CF \| gate leads back to the road and the safety of your patrol car. East
CF \| and west, overgrown paths meander into the gloom.
CF \|
CF \| Here comes old Donald McRonald again, smiling inanely.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] animal cemetery
CF \| >
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Animal Cemetery
CF \| This part of the cemetery, dedicated to the eternal repose of
CF \| animalian circus performers, is slowly sinking into the bayou. Here
CF \| and there, quicksand pools roll and quiver, whilst, overshadowed by
CF \| moss-laden cypress trees, the tombstones of clown dogs, trick ponies
CF \| and performing fleas lean treacherously into the sucking bog —
CF \| sinking
CF \| slowly from sight! Off in the distance, a swamp bird screams into the
CF \| night, as if laughing at your discomfiture!
CF \|
CF \| To the west lies the cemetery entrance, northwest a path leads to a
CF \| crossroads and to the north looms the magnificent edifice that is the
CF \| vault of Mandoo the Mystic.
CF \|
CF \| A little way off, you spy a Mississippi Mud Pie doughnut lying
CF \| abandoned among the graves.
CF \|
CF \| You can also see a jelly doughnut here.
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald saunters up to you, pulling one of his silly faces.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Doughnuts everywhere."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take that doughnut"
CF ] animal cemetery
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE THAT DOUGHNUT
CF \|
CF \| (the jelly doughnut)
CF \| Taken.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put it in handbag"
CF ] animal cemetery
CF \| >
CF \| > PUT IT IN HANDBAG
CF \|
CF \| You put the jelly doughnut into the Mary Quant handbag.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take pie"
CF ] animal cemetery
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE PIE
CF \|
CF \| You step forward to grab the doughnut, but the swamp gas in that
CF \| region is just too overpowering. The world swims like an airboat in a
CF \| chop, and you are forced to retreat before you keel over.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "okay, we need a gas mask or a plague doctor's mask or similar."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x grave"
CF ] animal cemetery
CF \| >
CF \| > X GRAVE
CF \|
CF \| You can't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
CF ] animal cemetery
CF \| >
CF \| > L
CF \|
CF \| Animal Cemetery
CF \| This part of the cemetery, dedicated to the eternal repose of
CF \| animalian circus performers, is slowly sinking into the bayou. Here
CF \| and there, quicksand pools roll and quiver, whilst, overshadowed by
CF \| moss-laden cypress trees, the tombstones of clown dogs, trick ponies
CF \| and performing fleas lean treacherously into the sucking bog —
CF \| sinking
CF \| slowly from sight! Foul odors of decay and rot waft through the night
CF \| air!
CF \|
CF \| To the west lies the cemetery entrance, northwest a path leads to a
CF \| crossroads and to the north looms the magnificent edifice that is the
CF \| vault of Mandoo the Mystic.
CF \|
CF \| Officer Donald McRonald stands nearby, paying scant attention to what
CF \| is going on. He is carrying a cigarette lighter.
CF \|
CF \| A little way off, you spy a Mississippi Mud Pie doughnut lying
CF \| abandoned among the graves.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x tombstone"
CF ] animal cemetery
CF \| >
CF \| > X TOMBSTONE
CF \|
CF \| They all seem to be the graves of circus animals. You look at a
CF \| tombstone at random. It reads:
CF \|
CF \| Here lies Drongo, the boxing kangaroo.
CF \| The bell has rung upon his great career.
CF \|
CF \| "All these graves, McRonald, all these dead people! Maybe their bodies
CF \| are gone, but who can tell of their souls?" you say to Donald, but you
CF \| might as well be talking to yourself.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] animal cemetery
CF \| >
CF \| > G
CF \|
CF \| They all seem to be the graves of circus animals. You look at a
CF \| tombstone at random. It reads:
CF \|
CF \| To the memory of my dear poodle Bingo — faithful and sole companion
CF \| of
CF \| my otherwise rootless and desolate life
CF \| — from Chuckles the clown.
CF \|
CF \| "One thing a policeman learns, Donald, is patience," you say to
CF \| Donald, but Donald is too busy smiling inanely.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] animal cemetery
CF \| >
CF \| > G
CF \|
CF \| They all seem to be the graves of circus animals. You look at a
CF \| tombstone at random. It reads:
CF \|
CF \| Here lies Gustavo, erstwhile star of Professor Hopper's flea circus.
CF \| We are itching to see him again.
CF \|
CF \| "But I'm telling you, Donald, there's something more! There's
CF \| something ELSE out there. Something I don't understand..." you say to
CF \| Donald, but Donald isn't listening.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "heehee"
		DavidW says, "ha ha"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] animal cemetery
CF \| >
CF \| > G
CF \|
CF \| They all seem to be the graves of circus animals. You look at a
CF \| tombstone at random. It reads:
CF \|
CF \| Nelly the Elephant, packed her final trunk 1953.
CF \|
CF \| "The thing that impresses me the most, McRonald, is the complete and
CF \| utter silence. You can almost hear it!" you say to Donald. Donald
CF \| shrugs.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
CF ] animal cemetery
CF \| >
CF \| > G
CF \|
CF \| They all seem to be the graves of circus animals. You look at a
CF \| tombstone at random. It reads:
CF \|
CF \| Here lies Drongo, the boxing kangaroo.
CF \| The bell has rung upon his great career.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "oh well. Not quite as many here."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] vault of Mandoo the Mystic
CF \| >
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Vault of Mandoo the Mystic
CF \| Here lies the ivy-covered vault of Mandoo the Mystic, an fanciful
CF \| stone structure in the Mogul style of Rajasthan with a central dome,
CF \| minarets, peacock-tail windows, jali-work railings and pavilions. Next
CF \| to this thing the Taj Mahal itself would look like a cheap and
CF \| insincere gesture, but the weight of all this architectural excess is
CF \| forcing the monument slowly but surely into the depths of the bog. The
CF \| lead-lined door hangs open.
CF \|
CF \| A horrible creature stands guard outside the vault. Four feet in
CF \| height it is and life-size only as to its enameled head — a grinning
CF \| cloth and papier-mâché doll dressed in a velveteen suit and white
CF \| patent-leather Cuban-heeled shoes. A ventriloquist's dummy, brought to
CF \| a shocking semblance of life by the mysterious space radiation!.
CF \|
CF \| "Old legends — strange tales — never die in the lonely swamp land,"
CF \| you say to Donald, but Donald isn't listening.
CF \|
CF \| Here comes old Donald McRonald again, paying scant attention to what
CF \| is going on.
CF \|
CF \| >		Lionheart says, "Oh, hello"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x dummy"
CF ] vault of Mandoo the Mystic
CF \| >
CF \| > X DUMMY
CF \|
CF \| Four feet in height it is and life-size only as to its enameled head
CF \| —
CF \| a grinning cloth and papier-mâché doll dressed in a velveteen suit
CF \| and
CF \| white patent-leather Cuban-heeled shoes. A ventriloquist's dummy,
CF \| brought to a shocking semblance of life by the mysterious space
CF \| radiation!
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "talk to dummy"
CF ] vault of Mandoo the Mystic
CF \| >
CF \| > TALK TO DUMMY
CF \|
CF \| "Gock a shigar? Gock a shigar?" croaks the dummy.
CF \|
CF \| "Gottle o' geer, gottle o' geer!" croaks the ventriloquist's dummy.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "okay, it will accept bribes, I assume."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x tomb"
CF ] vault of Mandoo the Mystic
CF \| >
CF \| > X TOMB
CF \|
CF \| You can't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >		Lionheart says, "Ah, was afraid of more vicious mockery from this puppet."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask dummy about tomb"
CF ] vault of Mandoo the Mystic
CF \| >
CF \| > ASK DUMMY ABOUT TOMB
CF \|
CF \| (To communicate in Renegade Brainwave, TALK TO a character, or give
CF \| instructions, such as DONALD, GET THE COIN.)
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "talk to donald"
CF ] vault of Mandoo the Mystic
CF \| >
CF \| > TALK TO DONALD
CF \|
CF \| "It's tough to find something when you don't know what you're looking
CF \| for," you say to Donald. Donald shrugs.
CF \|
CF \| "Gock a shigar? Gock a shigar?" croaks the ventriloquist's dummy.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] strongman's grave
CF \| >
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Strongman's Grave
CF \| Here among the drooping tupelos is the grave of the circus strongman,
CF \| who proved such a formidable foe during the Great Circus Incursion.
CF \| The heavy, granite slab at its head reads simply, "LOBO" —— a
CF \| simple
CF \| inscription for a simple man!
CF \|
CF \| A greenish glow in the west frames the stark, Gothic outline of the
CF \| ruined chapel. To the south stands another imposing structure ——
CF \| the
CF \| quasi-Asiatic vault of Mandoo the Mystic! Southwest, a rutted path
CF \| leads to a crossroads.
CF \|
CF \| Languishing lethargically upon the grave is a 19ft alligator in a pink
CF \| angora sweater. The animal seems intent upon indolence — you sense no
CF \| immediate threat — but you can't be too careful with 'gators!.
CF \|
CF \| A patter of size 19 boots announces the arrival of Donald McRonald,
CF \| smiling inanely.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x sweater"
CF ] strongman's grave
CF \| >
CF \| > X SWEATER
CF \|
CF \| It happens —— sometimes some poor unfortunate will be eaten right
CF \| out
CF \| from inside their clothes. Last year a 15-footer was caught wearing a
CF \| three-piece seersucker suit, red suspenders and a bow tie. Turned out
CF \| he'd eaten the district attorney. The previous owner of this sweater
CF \| was doubtless some hapless mourner visiting the grave of a loved one.
CF \| Well, she's visiting them in person, now.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x alligator"
CF ] strongman's grave
CF \| >
CF \| > X ALLIGATOR
CF \|
CF \| Unless you're mistaken this is the alligator known locally as Big
CF \| Babs, Queen of the Swamp! Last year alone she ate no fewer than three
CF \| Tsathoggua County police officers, a chaplain, a prize pig and a
CF \| bus-load of orphans on a field trip. There'll be a fiesta when they
CF \| finally catch her!
CF \|
CF \| As for the sweater, well, it happens —— sometimes some poor
CF \| unfortunate will be eaten right out from inside their clothes. Last
CF \| year a 15-footer was caught wearing a three-piece seersucker suit, red
CF \| suspenders and a bow tie. Turned out he'd eaten the district attorney.
CF \| The previous owner of this sweater was doubtless some hapless mourner
CF \| visiting the grave of a loved one. Well, she's visiting them in
CF \| person, now.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "talk to babs"
CF ] strongman's grave
CF \| >
CF \| > TALK TO BABS
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "talk to alligator"
CF ] strongman's grave
CF \| >
CF \| > TALK TO ALLIGATOR
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "oversight there"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Outside The Chapel
CF \| Here, beneath a shroud of ivy, lurks the ruined chapel, the
CF \| untrammeled apotheosis of Carpenter Gothic. Steeply pitched gables,
CF \| fancy finials and pyramidal spires soar skyward in reckless profusion,
CF \| and everything carvable has been carven to within an inch of
CF \| structural collapse. The chapel has been boarded up, several solid
CF \| planks nailed across the door to deter vandals. From a gigantic hole
CF \| in the roof comes an eerie light that casts a virid pall over the
CF \| lowering clouds.
CF \|
CF \| To the south, east and west, tangled paths weave through lichened
CF \| headstones before disappearing into the gloom.
CF \|
CF \| Here comes old Donald McRonald again, paying scant attention to what
CF \| is going on.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "climb ivy"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > CLIMB IVY
CF \|
CF \| That would be rash.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x ivy"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > X IVY
CF \|
CF \| The lower parts of the chapel are throttled with rope-like strands of
CF \| poison ivy.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "oh. Rash indeed."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "pry boards"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > PRY BOARDS
CF \|
CF \| What do you want to pry the solid wooden planks with?
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "crowbar"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > CROWBAR
CF \|
CF \| The flashlight keeps getting in the way. You'll have to put it down
CF \| first.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put flashlight in bag"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > PUT FLASHLIGHT IN BAG
CF \|
CF \| There is not enough room left in the Mary Quant handbag for the
CF \| flashlight.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > I
CF \|
CF \| You are carrying:
CF \| a crowbar
CF \| a flashlight
CF \| a Mary Quant handbag (open)
CF \| three jelly doughnuts
CF \| a gun
CF \| You are wearing:
CF \| some white vinyl go-go boots
CF \| some contrasting red tights
CF \| a monochrome mod dress
CF \|
CF \| >		Roger asks, "give flashlight to Donald ?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "give flashlight to donald"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > GIVE FLASHLIGHT TO DONALD
CF \|
CF \| "Take this." You give the flashlight to Donald McRonald.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "pry boards with crowbar"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > PRY BOARDS WITH CROWBAR
CF \|
CF \| You swiftly remove the wooden boards from the door of the chapel and
CF \| push it open. A musty smell and an eerie green glow issue from within.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Dude, there was a 18(?)ft boat in that bag earlier, it can contain pretty much anything we want it to."
		Roger says, "all that Skyrim is paying off"
		Jacqueline says, "hahaha"
		Jacqueline says, "Donald McRonald is sworn to carry our burdens."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \| From here, you can go south, east, west, and inside.
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald flips a switch. A strong, narrow beam of light shines
CF \| from the flashlight.
CF \|
CF \| "But I'm telling you, Donald, there's something more! There's
CF \| something ELSE out there. Something I don't understand..." you say to
CF \| Donald, but Donald isn't listening.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "in"
CF ] ruined chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > IN
CF \|
CF \| "Steel yourself, McRonald!" you say. "What we are about to see may not
CF \| even be possible, within the narrow limits of human understanding."
CF \|
CF \| Ruined Chapel
CF \| The chapel has been completely wrecked by the object that fell from
CF \| the sky. At the far end, the great carven idol of the toad god
CF \| Tsathoggua lies on its side, whilst a circus calliope plays a furious
CF \| screamer. From a massive hole in the floor comes a greenish glow.
CF \| Crumbling stone steps lead down into the crypt, and a Gothic archway
CF \| leads back out into the cemetery.
CF \|
CF \| "This swamp breeds more rumors than mosquitoes," you say to Donald,
CF \| but Donald is too busy staring into the lens of the unlit flashlight
CF \| with a puzzled expression on his face.
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald follows you in, staring into the lens of the unlit
CF \| flashlight with a puzzled expression on his face.
CF \|
CF \| >		Lionheart says, "Thought he just turned that on. Guess he's puzzled too"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x toad"
CF ] ruined chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > X TOAD
CF \|
CF \| The people of Tsathoggua County are simple, god-fearing country folk
CF \| like many Americans, the only difference being the god they fear. More
CF \| like a monstrous toad than a deity, Tsathoggua has been worshiped here
CF \| ever since 1952, when the mysterious book of Eibon was dictated by
CF \| Ouija board to a charismatic writer of fantasy fiction. The idol has
CF \| been knocked onto its side by the mysterious object from space.
CF \|
CF \| Donald flings the flashlight carelessly over his shoulder.
CF \|
CF \| "Old legends — strange tales — never die in the lonely swamp land,"
CF \| you say to Donald, but Donald isn't listening.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "move toad"
CF ] ruined chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > MOVE TOAD
CF \|
CF \| There's a gaping, impassable hole between you and the idol. All you
CF \| can do is look.
CF \|
CF \| Donald picks up the discarded flashlight.
CF \|
CF \| Donald flings the flashlight carelessly over his shoulder.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take flashlight"
CF ] ruined chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE FLASHLIGHT
CF \|
CF \| Taken.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x hole"
CF ] ruined chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > X HOLE
CF \|
CF \| A massive hole in the floor, through which can be seen a greenish glow
CF \| and a curious mist.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x calliope"
CF ] ruined chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > X CALLIOPE
CF \|
CF \| In place of an organ, the chapel has a calliope, salvaged from the
CF \| wreckage of the big top following the Great Circus Incursion. The
CF \| impact of whatever it was seems to have damaged it — it's now playing
CF \| "Thunder and Blazes" on an endless loop!
CF \|
CF \| "Old legends — strange tales — never die in the lonely swamp land,"
CF \| you say to Donald, but you might as well be talking to yourself.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "d"
CF ] crypt
CF \| >
CF \| > D
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Crypt
CF \| A dismal crypt with vaulted ceiling, now largely destroyed. Sitting in
CF \| the middle of the wreckage are the remains of some kind of space
CF \| capsule! It resembles a shiny metal cone, somewhat scorched,
CF \| topped with a large, bulbous protrusion.
CF \|
CF \| The entry hatch has been blown off its hinges by the impact, an eerie
CF \| green glow issuing from within. Crumbling stone steps lead up into the
CF \| chapel.
CF \|
CF \| "Something dreadful's going to happen, I know it!" you say to Donald,
CF \| but Donald isn't listening.
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald jumps down after you, doing his best impression of a
CF \| bogey-man.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x capsule"
CF ] crypt
CF \| >
CF \| > X CAPSULE
CF \|
CF \| A shiny metal cone, topped with a large, bulbous protrusion. The entry
CF \| hatch has been blown off its hinges by the impact, and an eerie green
CF \| glow issues from within. On the side of the capsule is written
CF \| "MUTTNIK 3".
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x protrusion"
CF ] crypt
CF \| >
CF \| > X PROTRUSION
CF \|
CF \| That's obviously the capsule bit. It's not brain surgery.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "look in hatch"
CF ] crypt
CF \| >
CF \| > LOOK IN HATCH
CF \|
CF \| You find nothing of interest.
CF \|
CF \| "But I'm telling you, Donald, there's something more! There's
CF \| something ELSE out there. Something I don't understand..." you say to
CF \| Donald, but Donald is too busy whistling merrily to himself.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "enter hatch"
CF ] crypt
CF \| >
CF \| > ENTER HATCH
CF \|
CF \| That's not something you can enter.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x hatch"
CF ] crypt
CF \| >
CF \| > X HATCH
CF \|
CF \| A standard spacecraft entry hatch with a porthole window. It's been
CF \| blown clean off by the impact.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x window"
CF ] crypt
CF \| >
CF \| > X WINDOW
CF \|
CF \| You can't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "enter capsule"
CF ] Space Capsule
CF \| >
CF \| > ENTER CAPSULE
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Space Capsule
CF \| The inside of the space capsule is a mass of hissing tubes and fizzing
CF \| cables. Everything is broken, and everything is bathed in an eerie
CF \| glow from a shimmering curtain of light to the east. Clearly the
CF \| impact of the crash combined with the cosmic radiation absorbed by the
CF \| capsule has opened up a rift between the dimensions.
CF \|
CF \| You wonder how you know all this stuff, but it is obviously the
CF \| powerful atmosphere of cosmic background information.
CF \|
CF \| Lying abandoned in a corner is a can of alligator repellent.
CF \|
CF \| Sitting in the flight seat is a space-suited cosmonaut, her features
CF \| obscured by her mirrored space-helmet.
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald follows you in, doing his best impression of a
CF \| bogey-man.
CF \|
CF \| >		Lionheart says, "ha ha cosmic background information"
		Jacqueline says, "This is giving off Tommyknockers vibes, except with a silly wrapper over everything."
		Jacqueline says, "Oooh. Alligator repellent sounds important."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take can"
CF ] Space Capsule
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE CAN
CF \|
CF \| Taken.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x cosmonaut"
CF ] Space Capsule
CF \| >
CF \| > X COSMONAUT
CF \|
CF \| A space-suited cosmonaut, seated in her chair of command. The
CF \| space-suit bears the badge of the Soviet Space Agency, and the helmet
CF \| looks removable.
CF \|
CF \| >
Lionheart says (to CF), "read can"
CF ] Space Capsule
CF \| >
CF \| > READ CAN
CF \|
CF \| Standard issue Soviet Space Program Alligator Repellent, in an aerosol
CF \| can. Ever since the invasion of the Martian alligator people,
CF \| no spacecraft ever leaves Earth without one. On the side of the can is
CF \| written "Инструкция по отражению
CF \| аллигаторов: держитесь подальше от
CF \| аллигатора. Обильно распылите
CF \| аллигатор с репеллентом. Он не
CF \| подходит
CF \| для использования в качестве
CF \| дезодоранта для подмышек."
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "hahaha USEFUL"
		Lionheart says, "Going to assume that's russian"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x seat"
CF ] Space Capsule
CF \| >
CF \| > X SEAT
CF \|
CF \| You can't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline asks, "Do you want me to run that through a translator to see if it is anything?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x helmet"
CF ] Space Capsule
CF \| >
CF \| > X HELMET
CF \|
CF \| A space-helmet with mirrored visor.
CF \|
CF \| The cosmonaut turns slowly around. For a moment, there is dead silence
CF \| — the flickering light of the cosmic curtain casts an eerie glow over
CF \| the strange scene before you! You stare with horrified faces as the
CF \| cosmonaut removes her helmet to reveal — a cute little puppy. Perhaps
CF \| a husky-spitz mix. You've heard tell of dogs being sent on one-way
CF \| trips into space — it looks as though this one found her way home!
CF \| Well, to planet Earth, at any rate.
CF \|
CF \| But something has gone terribly wrong — the deadly radiation of the
CF \| Van Allen belt has mutated this miserable pooch into a creature of
CF \| vast intelligence — far greater than that of any human! Her cranium
CF \| is
CF \| the size of a basketball, and covered with pulsing veins. Undaunted
CF \| you look the monster in the eye — and they are the eyes of a creature
CF \| possessed — by the greatest power in the Universe!
CF \|
CF \| "I demand you state your business!" you say."
CF \|
CF \| Your demands mean nothing to me," replies the space dog, and her voice
CF \| is more like a purr than a growl, "for I am the Dread Devora — master
CF \| of all reality, and soon you shall be my squeaky chew toy!"
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "Where's a Scooby snack when you need one."
		Jacqueline says, "Huh. They are real instructions. But... not that useful."
		Jacqueline \| Alligator Repellent Instructions: Stay away from alligators. Spray alligator repellent liberally. It is not suitable for use as an underarm deodorant.
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "talk to devora"
CF ] Space Capsule
CF \| >
CF \| > TALK TO DEVORA
CF \|
CF \| "You think you're gonna make a slave of the world," you say. "I'll see
CF \| you in Hell first!" But Devora isn't listening.
CF \|
CF \| "I was a mongrel from the streets of Moscow. Unwanted! Despised!
CF \| Living like an animal!" continues the Dread Devora. "They sent me into
CF \| space on a one way mission — for which death would be my only reward!
CF \| But those fool humans reckoned without cosmic radiation, which has
CF \| given me a mind of fantastic power!"
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW asks, "um, how should we handle this? Just leave her to rant?"
		Lionheart says, "aw, they done the doggo dirty. no wonder he turned villainous."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "pet doggy"
CF ] Space Capsule
CF \| >
CF \| > PET DOGGY
CF \|
CF \| You can't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "pet dog"
CF ] Space Capsule
CF \| >
CF \| > PET DOG
CF \|
CF \| The Dread Devora might not like that.
CF \|
CF \| "Revenge — I will have revenge! But you two are of no use to me,"
CF \| snarls the Dread Devora. "Those I use cannot think. They are the dead,
CF \| brought to a simulated life by cosmic radiation! With my psychic
CF \| powers I make them my puppets — but so far my powers have been
CF \| limited
CF \| to this cemetery."
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take helmet"
CF ] Space Capsule
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE HELMET
CF \|
CF \| That seems to belong to the Dread Devora.
CF \|
CF \| "No more! You humans have bounced signals off the moon's
CF \| surface,"continues the space dog. "With my psychic amplifier I shall
CF \| do the same — with my own brainwaves! Soon, every corpse in the world
CF \| shall dance to the tune of the Dread Devora! I will show
CF \| mankind that I can be its master, and with my army of ghouls, I will
CF \| conquer the world! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline asks, "Can we shoot it back into space?"
		Jacqueline says, "(I am unfortunately kidding.)"
		Jacqueline says, "What a concept for a game."
		Lionheart says, "Solid world domination plan."
		DavidW asks, "Maybe if we make the oak tree into a giant slingshot and use the gorilla to pull it?"
		DavidW says, "unhappily, the gorilla will be under Devora's control."
		Jacqueline asks, "Wait, are you actually thinking about slinging the dog back into space?"
		DavidW says, "only because you mentioned it."
		Jacqueline says, "Oh. Well. I think i'm joking. I think."
		Jacqueline says, "Pretty sure."
		DavidW says, "Well, maybe there's a better way. Find enough tin foil and mummify all that cosmic rad."
		Roger says, "we do have a door made of lead"
		Jacqueline says, "Oh, true."
		Lionheart says (to Roger), "Oh, well done"
		DavidW asks, "anyway, are we done in this room. Is there more master plan monologue?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "z"
CF ] Space Capsule
CF \| >
CF \| > Z
CF \|
CF \| Time passes.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Guess not."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "talk to dog"
CF ] Space Capsule
CF \| >
CF \| > TALK TO DOG
CF \|
CF \| "You want me to condone this reign of terror?" you say. "Is that what
CF \| you want?" But Devora isn't listening.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "I think we should re-visit the gator."
		DavidW asks, "Everyone okay with going back to the gator?"
		Jacqueline says, "Sure"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "out"
CF ] crypt
CF \| >
CF \| > OUT
CF \|
CF \| "Run, policeman, that's it, — RUN!" says the space dog, not
CF \| even looking up from her work. "But rest assured — there will be no
CF \| escape for you, in the end! No escape, for you or the rest of your
CF \| puny race!"
CF \|
CF \| Crypt
CF \| A dismal crypt with vaulted ceiling, now largely destroyed. Sitting in
CF \| the middle of the wreckage are the remains of a Soviet space capsule.
CF \| It resembles a shiny metal cone, somewhat scorched, topped with a
CF \| large, bulbous protrusion.
CF \|
CF \| The entry hatch has been blown off its hinges by the impact, an eerie
CF \| green glow issuing from within. Crumbling stone steps lead up into the
CF \| chapel.
CF \|
CF \| "How many have known the horror — the terror that has been revealed
CF \| to
CF \| us?" you say to Donald. Donald shrugs.
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald follows you out, paying scant attention to what is
CF \| going on.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take hatch"
CF ] crypt
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE HATCH
CF \|
CF \| It's too heavy to lift!
CF \|
CF \| "It looks like Death not only took a holiday, McRonald, but he got a
CF \| hangover from taking it!" you say to Donald, but you might as well be
CF \| talking to yourself.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "u"
CF ] ruined chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > U
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Ruined Chapel
CF \| The chapel has been completely wrecked by the object that fell from
CF \| the sky. At the far end, the great carven idol of the toad god
CF \| Tsathoggua lies on its side, whilst a circus calliope plays a furious
CF \| screamer. From a massive hole in the floor comes a greenish glow.
CF \| Crumbling stone steps lead down into the crypt, and a Gothic archway
CF \| leads back out into the cemetery.
CF \|
CF \| "They're dead, Donald, dead — but not dead the way we know it!" you
CF \| say to Donald, but Donald isn't listening.
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald scrambles up after you, doing his best impression of a
CF \| bogey-man.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "out"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > OUT
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Outside The Chapel
CF \| Here, beneath a shroud of ivy, lurks the ruined chapel, the
CF \| untrammeled apotheosis of Carpenter Gothic. Steeply pitched gables,
CF \| fancy finials and pyramidal spires soar skyward in reckless profusion,
CF \| and everything carvable has been carven to within an inch of
CF \| structural collapse. The door is open, a strange, green mist breathing
CF \| from within. From a gigantic hole in the roof comes an eerie light
CF \| that casts a virid pall over the lowering clouds.
CF \|
CF \| To the south, east and west, tangled paths weave through lichened
CF \| headstones before disappearing into the gloom.
CF \|
CF \| A pile of wooden planks lie discarded by the open door.
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald follows you out, smiling inanely.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "turn off flashlight"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > TURN OFF FLASHLIGHT
CF \|
CF \| The flashlight is already off.
CF \|
CF \| "Monsters! Space people! Mad doctors! They don't teach us about such
CF \| things in the police academy!" you say to Donald, but you might as
CF \| well be talking to yourself.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x planks"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > X PLANKS
CF \|
CF \| Solid wooden planks that once barred the door of the chapel.
CF \|
CF \| "This swamp is a monument to death. Snakes, alligators, quicksand...
CF \| all bent on one thing: destruction!" you say to Donald, but Donald
CF \| isn't listening.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "Those might help us get the mud pie."
		Roger says, "or the big hole to the idol"
		DavidW says, "oh, yeah, maybe."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] strongman's grave
CF \| >
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Strongman's Grave
CF \| Here among the drooping tupelos is the grave of the circus strongman,
CF \| who proved such a formidable foe during the Great Circus Incursion.
CF \| The heavy, granite slab at its head reads simply, "LOBO" —— a
CF \| simple
CF \| inscription for a simple man!
CF \|
CF \| A greenish glow in the west frames the stark, Gothic outline of the
CF \| ruined chapel. To the south stands another imposing structure ——
CF \| the
CF \| quasi-Asiatic vault of Mandoo the Mystic! Southwest, a rutted path
CF \| leads to a crossroads.
CF \|
CF \| Lazing louchely upon the grave is a 19ft alligator in a pink angora
CF \| sweater. The animal seems intent upon indolence — you sense no
CF \| immediate threat — but you can't be too careful with 'gators!.
CF \|
CF \| A patter of size 19 boots announces the arrival of Donald McRonald,
CF \| pulling one of his silly faces.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "spray alligator"
CF ] strongman's grave
CF \| >
CF \| > SPRAY ALLIGATOR
CF \|
CF \| (with the can of alligator repellent)
CF \| You aim the repellent at the alligator and give her a good dose.
CF \| There's a cockamamie theory that 'gators can't walk backwards. This
CF \| one certainly can —— in fact she backs away so suddenly that she
CF \| leaves the angora sweater lying right there on the grave —— and
CF \| disappears with a soft splash into the brackish water!
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "yay"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "in"
CF ] strongman's grave
CF \| >
CF \| > IN
CF \|
CF \| From here, you can go south, southwest, and west.
CF \|
CF \| "The night things are all about us, McRonald. Every shadow a
CF \| beckoning invitation — to disaster!" you say to Donald, but Donald is
CF \| too busy whistling merrily to himself.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x slab"
CF ] strongman's grave
CF \| >
CF \| > X SLAB
CF \|
CF \| The heavy, granite slab reads simply, "LOBO" — a simple inscription
CF \| for a simple man!
CF \|
CF \| "Shadows and objects can take any shape, here in the darkness... Any
CF \| shape our minds can conceive!" you say to Donald. Donald shrugs.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take sweater"
CF ] strongman's grave
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE SWEATER
CF \|
CF \| Taken.
CF \|
CF \| A ham-like fist bursts through the sod, scattering earth in all
CF \| directions. This is followed by a second ham-like fist, and as the two
CF \| groping hands find purchase on the wet grass, a huge, bald head,
CF \| deathly pale, erupts from the ground like some preternatural mushroom!
CF \| Such a head as this you have never before beheld —— utterly bald it
CF \| is
CF \| with black, beetling brows; its eyes blank orbs, without iris or
CF \| pupil! Finally the rest of the man —— and what a man! —— heaves
CF \| awkwardly from beneath the grave. Four hundred pounds he is, of
CF \| pallid, worm-eaten flesh, clad in the ragged remains of a leopard-skin
CF \| leotard!
CF \|
CF \| He is LOBO, the circus strongman, who in life bore upon his broad
CF \| shoulders a grand piano, bent with his bare hands an iron bar five
CF \| inches thick, and pulled, with his adamantine teeth, a freight car up
CF \| an incline —— all at the same time!
CF \|
CF \| He is LOBO, who, during the Great Circus Incursion, it took sixteen
CF \| Tsathoggua County police officers to subdue, and a hundred and sixty
CF \| bullets!
CF \|
CF \| He is LOBO, the circus strongman —— brought back to a grisly
CF \| semblance
CF \| of life by cosmic radiation!
CF \|
CF \| The brute lumbers towards you, his outstretched hands grasping for the
CF \| one thing which, in life, betrayed the softer side of his nature —
CF \| the
CF \| one thing he could never resist — the fluffy touch of angora!
CF \|
CF \| Seeing the angora sweater in your hands, Lobo swipes at it clumsily,
CF \| but misses his mark.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "I mean, I'd just let him have the sweater."
		DavidW asks, "um. Give sweater? Run to the dummy and give the sweater to the dummy?"
		Jacqueline says, "Oh, or that."
		Jacqueline says, "That's an interesting idea."
		DavidW says, "I'm thinking that we might lead Lobo to destroy the fence at the contortionist's tomb."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "SAVE"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "cf13"
CF \| >
CF \| > SAVE
CF \| %% Enter a save filename to write:
CF ] strongman's grave
CF \| > SAVEOk.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "give sweater"
CF ] strongman's grave
CF \| >
CF \| > GIVE SWEATER
CF \|
CF \| Whom do you want to give the angora sweater to?
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "lobo"
CF ] strongman's grave
CF \| >
CF \| > LOBO
CF \|
CF \| You'd be mad to give Lobo your angora sweater.
CF \|
CF \| Seeing the angora sweater in your hands, Lobo lurches towards you,
CF \| hands outstretched.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "sw"
CF ] crossroads
CF \| >
CF \| > SW
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Crossroads
CF \| From here paths lead off in all directions. Directly to the north
CF \| stands the forbidding ruined chapel, aglow with greenish light. South
CF \| lies the cemetery entrance. To the west, a spreading oak tree can be
CF \| seen in the distance, whilst to the east looms the strange, exotic
CF \| tomb of Mandoo the Mystic. In the ordinal directions, paths meander
CF \| through the headstones toward the far corners of the cemetery.
CF \|
CF \| High above the scudding clouds, lightning flickers, whilst from the
CF \| shade of the tupelo trees, lightning bugs pulse as if in answer!
CF \|
CF \| Lobo staggers out of the gloom from the northeast.
CF \|
CF \| Here comes old Donald McRonald again, paying scant attention to what
CF \| is going on.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "sw"
CF ] tomb of the India Rubber Man
CF \| >
CF \| > SW
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Tomb of the India Rubber Man
CF \| You stand before the tomb of the Great Bendini, India Rubber Man. The
CF \| sinuous concrete form of this modest mausoleum is covered in
CF \| shimmering ceramic mosaics. It is surmounted by a statue of the man
CF \| himself in one of his most fantastic poses, twisted like a pretzel in
CF \| striped leotards. The whole thing is ringed around by a tall iron
CF \| fence, every spike cruelly sharpened by hand. A flickering sign in
CF \| pink neon warns, "KEEP OUT".
CF \|
CF \| To the north, the dim outline of a massive tree can be seen, whilst
CF \| east and northeast, paths disappear into the mist.
CF \|
CF \| Lobo lurches out of the fog from the northeast.
CF \|
CF \| A patter of size 19 boots announces the arrival of Donald McRonald,
CF \| smiling inanely.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put sweater on fence"
CF ] tomb of the India Rubber Man
CF \| >
CF \| > PUT SWEATER ON FENCE
CF \|
CF \| Putting things on the tall iron fence would achieve nothing.
CF \|
CF \| Seeing the angora sweater in your hands, Lobo swipes at it clumsily,
CF \| but misses his mark.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "hm"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put sweater in fence"
CF ] tomb of the India Rubber Man
CF \| >
CF \| > PUT SWEATER IN FENCE
CF \|
CF \| You push the angora sweater between the railings, allowing it to drop
CF \| through to the other side. Lobo, seeing this, roughly shoves you
CF \| aside. No obstacle can stand in the way of that which he desires —
CF \| the
CF \| sole fixation of his addled mind — the soft touch of angora! Grasping
CF \| the tough iron bars in his mighty hands, he pulls them apart as though
CF \| they were strands of taffy. Clambering clumsily through the gap he has
CF \| created, Lobo seizes at last upon the desired object, and pressing it
CF \| tenderly against his maggoty cheek, he shambles docilely away,
CF \| vanishing aforelong into the elemental mist.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "ah"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "SAVE"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "cf14"
CF \| >
CF \| > SAVE
CF \| %% Enter a save filename to write:
CF ] tomb of the India Rubber Man
CF \| > SAVEOk.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "in"
CF ] Darkness
CF \| >
CF \| > IN
CF \|
CF \| "We are approaching the mysteries, McRonald," you say. "The ghastly,
CF \| unspeakable, shuddering mysteries — of the tomb!"
CF \|
CF \| Darkness
CF \| It is as dark as the tomb. You can see nothing besides the dim blue
CF \| oblong of the open door, leading outside.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "turn on flashlight"
CF ] mausoleum of the Great Bendini
CF \| >
CF \| > TURN ON FLASHLIGHT
CF \|
CF \| You flip a switch. A strong, narrow beam of light shines from the
CF \| flashlight.
CF \|
CF \| "You know, it's an interesting thing when you consider: regular people
CF \| like us, who can think, are so frightened by those who cannot — the
CF \| dead!" you say to Donald, but Donald is too busy pulling one of his
CF \| silly faces.
CF \|
CF \| Mausoleum Of The Great Bendini
CF \| This ghoulish grotto, festooned with cobwebs, is the final resting
CF \| place of the Great Bendini, a contortionist and escapologist whose
CF \| bones were said to be like rubber. During the Great Circus Incursion,
CF \| the Great Bendini escaped police custody no fewer than thirteen times,
CF \| before a bullet put paid to his endeavors. This, his mausoleum, is the
CF \| one place from which he will never escape! The door, leading outside,
CF \| is open.
CF \|
CF \| Officer Donald McRonald stands nearby, whistling merrily to himself.
CF \| He is carrying a cigarette lighter.
CF \|
CF \| In the center of the room stands an ornate stone sarcophagus, raised
CF \| up upon an altar. The sarcophagus is sealed with a heavy lid.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW asks, "rubber? As in giant rubber band?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x sarcophagus"
CF ] mausoleum of the Great Bendini
CF \| >
CF \| > X SARCOPHAGUS
CF \|
CF \| (the sarcophagus)
CF \| A stone sarcophagus, raised upon a dais. It is sealed with a heavy lid
CF \| — you doubt that even Donald could shift it.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x lid"
CF ] mausoleum of the Great Bendini
CF \| >
CF \| > X LID
CF \|
CF \| A heavy stone lid.
CF \|
CF \| "I don't know about this, McRonald. I just — don't know!" you say to
CF \| Donald, but Donald isn't listening.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "pry lid with crowbar"
CF ] mausoleum of the Great Bendini
CF \| >
CF \| > PRY LID WITH CROWBAR
CF \|
CF \| The flashlight keeps getting in the way. You'll have to put it down
CF \| first.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop flashlight"
CF ] mausoleum of the Great Bendini
CF \| >
CF \| > DROP FLASHLIGHT
CF \|
CF \| Dropped.
CF \|
CF \| Donald picks up the discarded flashlight.
CF \|
CF \| "If we've been seeing things, McRonald, it's because we DID see them,"
CF \| you say to Donald, but Donald is too busy making his face look scary
CF \| with the flashlight.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "pry lid with crowbar"
CF ] mausoleum of the Great Bendini
CF \| >
CF \| > PRY LID WITH CROWBAR
CF \|
CF \| You force the crowbar under the heavy lid and prise it upwards until
CF \| it slides off and crashes to the floor, shattering on impact.
CF \|
CF \| "Ouch! I busted the only nail I had left!" you say to Donald, but
CF \| Donald isn't listening.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "look in sarcophagus"
CF ] Darkness
CF \| >
CF \| > LOOK IN SARCOPHAGUS
CF \|
CF \| A stone sarcophagus, raised upon a dais, and containing the rubbery
CF \| bones of the Great Bendini, India Rubber Man and escapologist
CF \| extraordinaire.
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald switches the flashlight off.
CF \|
CF \| It is now pitch dark in here!
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "donald, turn on flashlight"
CF ] Darkness
CF \| >
CF \| > DONALD, TURN ON FLASHLIGHT
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald flips a switch. A strong, narrow beam of light shines
CF \| from the flashlight.
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald switches the flashlight off.
CF \|
CF \| "This whole night has been a nightmare, Donald, a nightmare of
CF \| horror!" you say to Donald, but Donald isn't listening.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "I will be beside myself if we use the Great Bendini's bones to launch the dog into space."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "donald, give flashlight to me"
CF ] mausoleum of the Great Bendini
CF \| >
CF \| > DONALD, GIVE FLASHLIGHT TO ME
CF \|
CF \| Donald tightens his grip on the flashlight, whilst shaking his head
CF \| vigorously.
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald flips a switch. A strong, narrow beam of light shines
CF \| from the flashlight.
CF \|
CF \| "If we ever get out of this swamp, I'll never have anything to do with
CF \| it again." you say to Donald. Donald shrugs.
CF \|
CF \| Mausoleum Of The Great Bendini
CF \| This ghoulish grotto, festooned with cobwebs, is the final resting
CF \| place of the Great Bendini, a contortionist and escapologist whose
CF \| bones were said to be like rubber. During the Great Circus Incursion,
CF \| the Great Bendini escaped police custody no fewer than thirteen times,
CF \| before a bullet put paid to his endeavors. This, his mausoleum, is the
CF \| one place from which he will never escape! The door, leading outside,
CF \| is open.
CF \|
CF \| Officer Donald McRonald stands nearby, making his face look scary with
CF \| the flashlight. He is carrying a cigarette lighter.
CF \|
CF \| In the center of the room stands an ornate stone sarcophagus, raised
CF \| up upon an altar. The sarcophagus stands open, its lid in fragments on
CF \| the floor.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x bones"
CF ] mausoleum of the Great Bendini
CF \| >
CF \| > X BONES
CF \|
CF \| The mortal remains of the famous contortionist the Great Bendini. They
CF \| used to say his bones were made of rubber. You're about to find out.
CF \|
CF \| Donald flings the flashlight carelessly over his shoulder.
CF \|
CF \| "When we're through with all this, Donald, we'll be free to live
CF \| normally, like normal people do." you say to Donald, but you might as
CF \| well be talking to yourself.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take flashlight"
CF ] mausoleum of the Great Bendini
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE FLASHLIGHT
CF \|
CF \| Taken.
CF \|
CF \| "Normal life may seem a little dull after the life we've been living,
CF \| McRonald, But rather dull and alive than excited and..." you say to
CF \| Donald. Donald shrugs.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take bones"
CF ] mausoleum of the Great Bendini
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE BONES
CF \|
CF \| They don't teach you about this sort of thing at Police Academy. With
CF \| eyes firmly closed, you fumble around inside the sarcophagus until
CF \| your hand closes around a large bone. It is a femur, the largest bone
CF \| in the human body and full of juicy marrow.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW asks, "oh. Chew toy, maybe?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] mausoleum of the Great Bendini
CF \| >
CF \| > I
CF \|
CF \| You are carrying:
CF \| a femur bone
CF \| a flashlight (providing light)
CF \| a can of alligator repellent
CF \| a crowbar
CF \| a Mary Quant handbag (open)
CF \| three jelly doughnuts
CF \| a gun
CF \| You are wearing:
CF \| some white vinyl go-go boots
CF \| some contrasting red tights
CF \| a monochrome mod dress
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x femur"
CF ] mausoleum of the Great Bendini
CF \| >
CF \| > X FEMUR
CF \|
CF \| It is a rubbery femur, the largest bone in the human body and full of
CF \| juicy marrow. It is also, for some reason, squeaky.
CF \|
CF \| "It looks like Death not only took a holiday, McRonald, but he got a
CF \| hangover from taking it!" you say to Donald, but Donald isn't
CF \| listening.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Oh, yeah, possibly. That would explain the marrow comment."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take bone"
CF ] mausoleum of the Great Bendini
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE BONE
CF \|
CF \| (the femur bone)
CF \| You already have that.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
CF ] mausoleum of the Great Bendini
CF \| >
CF \| > L
CF \|
CF \| Mausoleum Of The Great Bendini
CF \| This ghoulish grotto, festooned with cobwebs, is the final resting
CF \| place of the Great Bendini, a contortionist and escapologist whose
CF \| bones were said to be like rubber. During the Great Circus Incursion,
CF \| the Great Bendini escaped police custody no fewer than thirteen times,
CF \| before a bullet put paid to his endeavors. This, his mausoleum, is the
CF \| one place from which he will never escape! The door, leading outside,
CF \| is open.
CF \|
CF \| Officer Donald McRonald stands nearby, paying scant attention to what
CF \| is going on. He is carrying a cigarette lighter.
CF \|
CF \| In the center of the room stands an ornate stone sarcophagus, raised
CF \| up upon an altar. The sarcophagus stands open, its lid in fragments on
CF \| the floor.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "look in sarcophagus"
CF ] mausoleum of the Great Bendini
CF \| >
CF \| > LOOK IN SARCOPHAGUS
CF \|
CF \| A stone sarcophagus, raised upon a dais, and containing the rubbery
CF \| bones of the Great Bendini, India Rubber Man and escapologist
CF \| extraordinaire.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "out"
CF ] tomb of the India Rubber Man
CF \| >
CF \| > OUT
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Tomb of the India Rubber Man
CF \| You stand before the tomb of the Great Bendini, India Rubber Man. The
CF \| sinuous concrete form of this modest mausoleum is covered in
CF \| shimmering ceramic mosaics. It is surmounted by a statue of the man
CF \| himself in one of his most fantastic poses, twisted like a pretzel in
CF \| striped leotards. The whole thing is ringed around by a tall iron
CF \| fence, every spike cruelly sharpened by hand. The stout iron bars of
CF \| the railings have been rent apart by the mighty muscles of the circus
CF \| strongman, Lobo. The gap he has left is more than large enough to
CF \| admit you. A flickering sign in pink neon warns, "KEEP OUT".
CF \|
CF \| To the north, the dim outline of a massive tree can be seen, whilst
CF \| east and northeast, paths disappear into the mist.
CF \|
CF \| "If we've been seeing things, McRonald, it's because we DID see them,"
CF \| you say to Donald, but Donald is too busy smiling inanely.
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald follows you out, paying scant attention to what is
CF \| going on.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "turn off flashlight"
CF ] tomb of the India Rubber Man
CF \| >
CF \| > TURN OFF FLASHLIGHT
CF \|
CF \| You switch the flashlight off.
CF \|
CF \| A one legged skeleton hops by. It pauses, bows, and utters in an
CF \| unctuous voice, "ta-da!" before hopping off into the mist.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "SAVE"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "cf15"
CF \| >
CF \| > SAVE
CF \| %% Enter a save filename to write:
CF ] tomb of the India Rubber Man
CF \| > SAVEOk.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW asks, "without beer or a cigar, we probably can't deal with the dummy yet. Try giving the bone to Devora?"
		Jacqueline says, "Sure"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ne"
CF ] crossroads
CF \| >
CF \| > NE
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Crossroads
CF \| From here paths lead off in all directions. Directly to the north
CF \| stands the forbidding ruined chapel, aglow with greenish light. South
CF \| lies the cemetery entrance. To the west, a spreading oak tree can be
CF \| seen in the distance, whilst to the east looms the strange, exotic
CF \| tomb of Mandoo the Mystic. In the ordinal directions, paths meander
CF \| through the headstones toward the far corners of the cemetery.
CF \|
CF \| High above the scudding clouds, lightning flickers, whilst from the
CF \| shade of the tupelo trees, lightning bugs pulse as if in answer!
CF \|
CF \| "Monsters! Space people! Mad doctors! They don't teach us about such
CF \| things in the police academy!" you say to Donald, but you might as
CF \| well be talking to yourself.
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald saunters up to you, whistling merrily to himself.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Outside The Chapel
CF \| Here, beneath a shroud of ivy, lurks the ruined chapel, the
CF \| untrammeled apotheosis of Carpenter Gothic. Steeply pitched gables,
CF \| fancy finials and pyramidal spires soar skyward in reckless profusion,
CF \| and everything carvable has been carven to within an inch of
CF \| structural collapse. The door is open, a strange, green mist breathing
CF \| from within. From a gigantic hole in the roof comes an eerie light
CF \| that casts a virid pall over the lowering clouds.
CF \|
CF \| To the south, east and west, tangled paths weave through lichened
CF \| headstones before disappearing into the gloom.
CF \|
CF \| A pile of wooden planks lie discarded by the open door.
CF \|
CF \| A patter of size 19 boots announces the arrival of Donald McRonald,
CF \| paying scant attention to what is going on.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "in"
CF ] ruined chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > IN
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Ruined Chapel
CF \| The chapel has been completely wrecked by the object that fell from
CF \| the sky. At the far end, the great carven idol of the toad god
CF \| Tsathoggua lies on its side, whilst a circus calliope plays a furious
CF \| screamer. From a massive hole in the floor comes a greenish glow.
CF \| Crumbling stone steps lead down into the crypt, and a Gothic archway
CF \| leads back out into the cemetery.
CF \|
CF \| "If we've been seeing things, McRonald, it's because we DID see them,"
CF \| you say to Donald, but Donald isn't listening.
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald follows you in, doing his best impression of a
CF \| bogey-man.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "d"
CF ] crypt
CF \| >
CF \| > D
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Crypt
CF \| A dismal crypt with vaulted ceiling, now largely destroyed. Sitting in
CF \| the middle of the wreckage are the remains of a Soviet space capsule.
CF \| It resembles a shiny metal cone, somewhat scorched, topped with a
CF \| large, bulbous protrusion.
CF \|
CF \| The entry hatch has been blown off its hinges by the impact, an eerie
CF \| green glow issuing from within. Crumbling stone steps lead up into the
CF \| chapel.
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald clambers down after you, smiling inanely.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "in"
CF ] Space Capsule
CF \| >
CF \| > IN
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Space Capsule
CF \| The inside of the space capsule is a mass of hissing tubes and fizzing
CF \| cables. Everything is broken, and everything is bathed in an eerie
CF \| glow from a shimmering curtain of light to the east. Clearly the
CF \| impact of the crash combined with the cosmic radiation absorbed by the
CF \| capsule has opened up a rift between the dimensions.
CF \|
CF \| You wonder how you know all this stuff, but it is obviously the
CF \| powerful atmosphere of cosmic background information.
CF \|
CF \| The Dread Devora, the most powerful being in the Universe, sits
CF \| imperiously in her chair of command, working on her psychic amplifier.
CF \| If ever she finishes that thing — it'll be curtains for the
CF \| human race. She is wearing a space-suit and carrying a space-helmet.
CF \|
CF \| "They're dead, Donald, dead — but not dead the way we know it!" you
CF \| say to Donald, but you might as well be talking to yourself.
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald follows you in, doing his best impression of the Dread
CF \| Devora.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "give bone to devora"
CF ] Space Capsule
CF \| >
CF \| > GIVE BONE TO DEVORA
CF \|
CF \| As you approach the Dread Devora with the femur bone in hand, she
CF \| stops what she is doing, sniffs the air and begins salivating, her
CF \| tail wagging like a windshield wiper on high. You hesitate. The dog
CF \| clearly wants this bone, and wants it badly.
CF \| Something tells you it would be a mistake just to give it to
CF \| her.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "okay then."
		Jacqueline says, "Yeah. Okay then."
		DavidW says, "We need to tie the bone to a weather balloon or somesuch. I dunno."
		Jacqueline laughs.
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "out"
CF ] crypt
CF \| >
CF \| > OUT
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Crypt
CF \| A dismal crypt with vaulted ceiling, now largely destroyed. Sitting in
CF \| the middle of the wreckage are the remains of a Soviet space capsule.
CF \| It resembles a shiny metal cone, somewhat scorched, topped with a
CF \| large, bulbous protrusion.
CF \|
CF \| The entry hatch has been blown off its hinges by the impact, an eerie
CF \| green glow issuing from within. Crumbling stone steps lead up into the
CF \| chapel.
CF \|
CF \| "This whole night has been a nightmare, Donald, a nightmare of
CF \| horror!" you say to Donald, but Donald isn't listening.
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald follows you out, pulling one of his silly faces.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Something, yeah."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "out"
CF ] crypt
CF \| >
CF \| > OUT
CF \|
CF \| But you aren't in anything at the moment.
CF \|
CF \| "Shadows and objects can take any shape, here in the darkness... Any
CF \| shape our minds can conceive!" you say to Donald, but you might as
CF \| well be talking to yourself.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] crypt
CF \| >
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \| From here, you can go up and inside.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "u"
CF ] ruined chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > U
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Ruined Chapel
CF \| The chapel has been completely wrecked by the object that fell from
CF \| the sky. At the far end, the great carven idol of the toad god
CF \| Tsathoggua lies on its side, whilst a circus calliope plays a furious
CF \| screamer. From a massive hole in the floor comes a greenish glow.
CF \| Crumbling stone steps lead down into the crypt, and a Gothic archway
CF \| leads back out into the cemetery.
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald clambers up after you, smiling inanely.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "out"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > OUT
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Outside The Chapel
CF \| Here, beneath a shroud of ivy, lurks the ruined chapel, the
CF \| untrammeled apotheosis of Carpenter Gothic. Steeply pitched gables,
CF \| fancy finials and pyramidal spires soar skyward in reckless profusion,
CF \| and everything carvable has been carven to within an inch of
CF \| structural collapse. The door is open, a strange, green mist breathing
CF \| from within. From a gigantic hole in the roof comes an eerie light
CF \| that casts a virid pall over the lowering clouds.
CF \|
CF \| To the south, east and west, tangled paths weave through lichened
CF \| headstones before disappearing into the gloom.
CF \|
CF \| A pile of wooden planks lie discarded by the open door.
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald follows you out, pulling one of his silly faces.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take planks"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE PLANKS
CF \|
CF \| You don't have any use for a pile of wooden planks.
CF \|
CF \| "Shadows and objects can take any shape, here in the darkness... Any
CF \| shape our minds can conceive!" you say to Donald, but Donald is too
CF \| busy smiling inanely.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take plank"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE PLANK
CF \|
CF \| You can't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "search planks"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > SEARCH PLANKS
CF \|
CF \| You find nothing of interest.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "hmph. No use for the planks even though we thought of two."
		DavidW says, "I need a pee break. I don't know what to try next."
		Jacqueline says, "I'm not sure, either."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > I
CF \|
CF \| You are carrying:
CF \| a femur bone
CF \| a flashlight
CF \| a can of alligator repellent
CF \| a crowbar
CF \| a Mary Quant handbag (open)
CF \| three jelly doughnuts
CF \| a gun
CF \| You are wearing:
CF \| some white vinyl go-go boots
CF \| some contrasting red tights
CF \| a monochrome mod dress
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Though I have had a dark thought."
		Roger says, "giving the squeaky bone to the dog seems like something to do"
		Jacqueline says, "Yes, but the game said we don't want to just give it to the dog."
		Jacqueline says, "We need to leverage it to some other end."
		Roger asks, "maybe throw it?"
		Roger says, "or give it to Donald. Have fun, buddy"
		Jacqueline says, "Maybe. Or throw it ... into space. Or yeah, maybe just throw it. Not sure."
		Roger asks, "Did we deal with the dummy in any meaningful way?"
		Roger asks, "or the idol, for that matter?"
		Jacqueline says, "My dark thought was... we have a gun."
		Roger says, "I'm up for trying that"
		Jacqueline says, "The dummy wants a cigar or a beer."
		DavidW says, "ok, back"
		DavidW says, "My thought is maybe there's something back at the patrol car."
		Jacqueline says, "Oh, possibly."
		DavidW says, "I'm not sure a gun helps with an animated ventriloquist dummy, but I'm willing to try that."
		Jacqueline says, "Well... I meant... the dog."
		Jacqueline says, "Controversial. I apologize to everyone."
		DavidW says, "oh."
		Jacqueline says, "I know the dog has been through a lot."
		Jacqueline says, "I also suspect it will not work."
		Jacqueline says, "No idea what that gun is for."
		DavidW says, "We can also try jumping over the hole, I guess."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), ";"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > ;
CF \|
CF \| That's not a verb I recognize.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > L
CF \|
CF \| Outside The Chapel
CF \| Here, beneath a shroud of ivy, lurks the ruined chapel, the
CF \| untrammeled apotheosis of Carpenter Gothic. Steeply pitched gables,
CF \| fancy finials and pyramidal spires soar skyward in reckless profusion,
CF \| and everything carvable has been carven to within an inch of
CF \| structural collapse. The door is open, a strange, green mist breathing
CF \| from within. From a gigantic hole in the roof comes an eerie light
CF \| that casts a virid pall over the lowering clouds.
CF \|
CF \| To the south, east and west, tangled paths weave through lichened
CF \| headstones before disappearing into the gloom.
CF \|
CF \| Officer Donald McRonald stands nearby, pulling one of his silly faces.
CF \| He is carrying a cigarette lighter.
CF \|
CF \| A pile of wooden planks lie discarded by the open door.
CF \|
CF \| "Shadows and objects can take any shape, here in the darkness... Any
CF \| shape our minds can conceive!" you say to Donald, but Donald isn't
CF \| listening.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] crossroads
CF \| >
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Crossroads
CF \| From here paths lead off in all directions. Directly to the north
CF \| stands the forbidding ruined chapel, aglow with greenish light. South
CF \| lies the cemetery entrance. To the west, a spreading oak tree can be
CF \| seen in the distance, whilst to the east looms the strange, exotic
CF \| tomb of Mandoo the Mystic. In the ordinal directions, paths meander
CF \| through the headstones toward the far corners of the cemetery.
CF \|
CF \| High above the scudding clouds, lightning flickers, whilst from the
CF \| shade of the tupelo trees, lightning bugs pulse as if in answer!
CF \|
CF \| "If we've been seeing things, McRonald, it's because we DID see them,"
CF \| you say to Donald, but you might as well be talking to yourself.
CF \|
CF \| Here comes old Donald McRonald again, doing his best impression of a
CF \| bogey-man.
CF \|
CF \| A 100% fake rabbit hops out onto the path, wrinkles its fake nose at
CF \| you, and darts away into the undergrowth.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Cemetery Entrance
CF \| You stand at the entrance to the Bide-A-Wee Cemetery for Circus Folk,
CF \| where a mysterious object from space was seen to crash-land earlier
CF \| tonight. The cemetery was built rather hurriedly in the middle of a
CF \| fetid, stinking swamp after that evil circus came to town and tried to
CF \| hypnotize and enslave all the townspeople.
CF \|
CF \| From between the drooping cypress trees, obelisks, urns and angels
CF \| peer out at drunken angles, ivy covered tombs and headstones lie
CF \| abandoned and to the north are the moss-grown ruins of some ancient
CF \| chapel, glowing with an eerie, greenish light! To the south an open
CF \| gate leads back to the road and the safety of your patrol car. East
CF \| and west, overgrown paths meander into the gloom.
CF \|
CF \| A patter of size 19 boots announces the arrival of Donald McRonald,
CF \| smiling inanely.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \| Thinking better of your mission, you turn tail and head back to your
CF \| patrol car, only to find that Donald has set it ablaze. Boy, does he
CF \| love setting fire to things.
CF \|
CF \| "Good thinking Donald," you say. "I knew I could rely on you if my
CF \| nerve failed. Now we have no choice but to go through with this thing.
CF \| Come on — let's get it over with."
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline asks, "What?!?"
		Jacqueline says, "hahaha DONALD"
		DavidW says, "There's nothing by the patrol car."
		Jacqueline says, "And there's really no patrol car."
		DavidW says, "Or petrol car"
		Jacqueline says, "har"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ne"
CF ] cemetery entrance
CF \| >
CF \| > NE
CF \|
CF \| From here, you can go north, south, east, and west.
CF \|
CF \| "If we've been seeing things, McRonald, it's because we DID see them,"
CF \| you say to Donald. Donald shrugs.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] animal cemetery
CF \| >
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Animal Cemetery
CF \| This part of the cemetery, dedicated to the eternal repose of
CF \| animalian circus performers, is slowly sinking into the bayou. Here
CF \| and there, quicksand pools roll and quiver, whilst, overshadowed by
CF \| moss-laden cypress trees, the tombstones of clown dogs, trick ponies
CF \| and performing fleas lean treacherously into the sucking bog —
CF \| sinking
CF \| slowly from sight! Off in the distance, a swamp bird screams into the
CF \| night, as if laughing at your discomfiture!
CF \|
CF \| To the west lies the cemetery entrance, northwest a path leads to a
CF \| crossroads and to the north looms the magnificent edifice that is the
CF \| vault of Mandoo the Mystic.
CF \|
CF \| A little way off, you spy a Mississippi Mud Pie doughnut lying
CF \| abandoned among the graves.
CF \|
CF \| Here comes old Donald McRonald again, pulling one of his silly faces.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x mud pie"
CF ] animal cemetery
CF \| >
CF \| > X MUD PIE
CF \|
CF \| This is the big one. The sockdolager. The kafoozalus of konfectionary.
CF \| Chocolate sourdough, filled with chocolate ganache, topped with dark
CF \| chocolate icing then and smothered in chocolate flakes, there's
CF \| nothing Officer McRonald wouldn't give for a Mississppi Mud Pie
CF \| doughnut.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "That sounds pretty gross, honestly."
		DavidW says, "I assume we'll need that at a more critical point in the story."
		Jacqueline says, "But I am not a huge chocolate fan."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] vault of Mandoo the Mystic
CF \| >
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Vault of Mandoo the Mystic
CF \| Here lies the ivy-covered vault of Mandoo the Mystic, an fanciful
CF \| stone structure in the Mogul style of Rajasthan with a central dome,
CF \| minarets, peacock-tail windows, jali-work railings and pavilions. Next
CF \| to this thing the Taj Mahal itself would look like a cheap and
CF \| insincere gesture, but the weight of all this architectural excess is
CF \| forcing the monument slowly but surely into the depths of the bog. The
CF \| lead-lined door hangs open.
CF \|
CF \| A horrible creature stands guard outside the vault. Four feet in
CF \| height it is and life-size only as to its enameled head — a grinning
CF \| cloth and papier-mâché doll dressed in a velveteen suit and white		Jacqueline says (to DW), "Yes."
CF \| patent-leather Cuban-heeled shoes. A ventriloquist's dummy, brought to
CF \| a shocking semblance of life by the mysterious space radiation!.
CF \|
CF \| "Gottle o' geer, gottle o' geer!" croaks the ventriloquist's dummy.
CF \|
CF \| "This swamp is a monument to death. Snakes, alligators, quicksand...
CF \| all bent on one thing: destruction!" you say to Donald, but Donald is
CF \| too busy doing his best impression of a bogey-man.
CF \|
CF \| A patter of size 19 boots announces the arrival of Donald McRonald,
CF \| whistling merrily to himself.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "shoot dummy"
CF ] vault of Mandoo the Mystic
CF \| >
CF \| > SHOOT DUMMY
CF \|
CF \| What, with your finger? A gun might be more effective.
CF \|
CF \| "Gock a shigar? Gock a shigar?" croaks the ventriloquist's dummy.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "shoot dummy with gun"
CF ] vault of Mandoo the Mystic
CF \| >
CF \| > SHOOT DUMMY WITH GUN
CF \|
CF \| I only understood you as far as wanting to shoot the ventriloquist's
CF \| dummy.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "shoot gun at dummy"
CF ] vault of Mandoo the Mystic
CF \| >
CF \| > SHOOT GUN AT DUMMY
CF \|
CF \| I only understood you as far as wanting to shoot the gun.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "shoot gun"
CF ] vault of Mandoo the Mystic
CF \| >
CF \| > SHOOT GUN
CF \|
CF \| What, with your finger? A gun might be more effective.
CF \|
CF \| "Gock a shigar? Gock a shigar?" croaks the ventriloquist's dummy.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take gun"
CF ] vault of Mandoo the Mystic
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE GUN
CF \|
CF \| Taken.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "shoot dummy"
CF ] vault of Mandoo the Mystic
CF \| >
CF \| > SHOOT DUMMY
CF \|
CF \| You fire six rounds into its painted wooden head, but you cannot kill
CF \| something that is not truly alive. Not with bullets anyway.
CF \|
CF \| "Gottle o' geer, gottle o' geer!" croaks the ventriloquist's dummy.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Well okay then."
		Jacqueline says, "Maybe undo."
		Roger says, "papier mache might be flammable"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "undo"
CF ] vault of Mandoo the Mystic
CF \|
CF \| > UNDO
CF \|
CF \| vault of Mandoo the Mystic
CF \| [Previous turn undone.]
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "ooooo"
		Jacqueline says (to Roger), "Hm, yeah"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "donald, burn dummy"
CF ] vault of Mandoo the Mystic
CF \| >
CF \| > DONALD, BURN DUMMY
CF \|
CF \| You'd have to have a pretty good reason for ordering Donald to set
CF \| light to something. He doesn't need much encouragement.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "in"
CF ] vault of Mandoo the Mystic
CF \| >
CF \| > IN
CF \|
CF \| As you approach the vault the dummy lashes out with his knife, very
CF \| nearly making a nasty gash in your Mary Quant dress. It's a risk not
CF \| worth taking.
CF \|
CF \| "Gock a shigar? Gock a shigar?" croaks the ventriloquist's dummy.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "donald, burn dummy"
CF ] vault of Mandoo the Mystic
CF \| >
CF \| > DONALD, BURN DUMMY
CF \|
CF \| You'd have to have a pretty good reason for ordering Donald to set
CF \| light to something. He doesn't need much encouragement.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "hm. maybe later."
		Jacqueline says, "hm"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] crossroads
CF \| >
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Crossroads
CF \| From here paths lead off in all directions. Directly to the north
CF \| stands the forbidding ruined chapel, aglow with greenish light. South
CF \| lies the cemetery entrance. To the west, a spreading oak tree can be
CF \| seen in the distance, whilst to the east looms the strange, exotic
CF \| tomb of Mandoo the Mystic. In the ordinal directions, paths meander
CF \| through the headstones toward the far corners of the cemetery.
CF \|
CF \| High above the scudding clouds, lightning flickers, whilst from the
CF \| shade of the tupelo trees, lightning bugs pulse as if in answer!
CF \|
CF \| Here comes old Donald McRonald again, smiling inanely.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Outside The Chapel
CF \| Here, beneath a shroud of ivy, lurks the ruined chapel, the
CF \| untrammeled apotheosis of Carpenter Gothic. Steeply pitched gables,
CF \| fancy finials and pyramidal spires soar skyward in reckless profusion,
CF \| and everything carvable has been carven to within an inch of
CF \| structural collapse. The door is open, a strange, green mist breathing
CF \| from within. From a gigantic hole in the roof comes an eerie light
CF \| that casts a virid pall over the lowering clouds.
CF \|
CF \| To the south, east and west, tangled paths weave through lichened
CF \| headstones before disappearing into the gloom.
CF \|
CF \| A pile of wooden planks lie discarded by the open door.
CF \|
CF \| A patter of size 19 boots announces the arrival of Donald McRonald,
CF \| whistling merrily to himself.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "d"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > D
CF \|
CF \| From here, you can go south, east, west, and inside.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \| From here, you can go south, east, west, and inside.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "in"
CF ] ruined chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > IN
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Ruined Chapel
CF \| The chapel has been completely wrecked by the object that fell from
CF \| the sky. At the far end, the great carven idol of the toad god
CF \| Tsathoggua lies on its side, whilst a circus calliope plays a furious
CF \| screamer. From a massive hole in the floor comes a greenish glow.
CF \| Crumbling stone steps lead down into the crypt, and a Gothic archway
CF \| leads back out into the cemetery.
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald follows you in, pulling one of his silly faces.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "jump over hole"
CF ] ruined chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > JUMP OVER HOLE
CF \|
CF \| I only understood you as far as wanting to jump.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "jump"
CF ] ruined chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > JUMP
CF \|
CF \| It would be much safer to take the stairs.
CF \|
CF \| "When we're through with all this, Donald, we'll be free to live
CF \| normally, like normal people do." you say to Donald, but you might as
CF \| well be talking to yourself.
CF \|
CF \| >		Roger says, "maybe the planks"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "jump to toad"
CF ] ruined chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > JUMP TO TOAD
CF \|
CF \| I only understood you as far as wanting to jump.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "The planks can't be taken."
		Roger says, "booo"
		DavidW says, "agreed. very boo"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "d"
CF ] crypt
CF \| >
CF \| > D
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Crypt
CF \| A dismal crypt with vaulted ceiling, now largely destroyed. Sitting in
CF \| the middle of the wreckage are the remains of a Soviet space capsule.
CF \| It resembles a shiny metal cone, somewhat scorched, topped with a
CF \| large, bulbous protrusion.
CF \|
CF \| The entry hatch has been blown off its hinges by the impact, an eerie
CF \| green glow issuing from within. Crumbling stone steps lead up into the
CF \| chapel.
CF \|
CF \| "This swamp is a monument to death. Snakes, alligators, quicksand...
CF \| all bent on one thing: destruction!" you say to Donald, but Donald
CF \| isn't listening.
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald jumps down after you, smiling inanely.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "in"
CF ] Space Capsule
CF \| >
CF \| > IN
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Space Capsule
CF \| The inside of the space capsule is a mass of hissing tubes and fizzing
CF \| cables. Everything is broken, and everything is bathed in an eerie
CF \| glow from a shimmering curtain of light to the east. Clearly the
CF \| impact of the crash combined with the cosmic radiation absorbed by the
CF \| capsule has opened up a rift between the dimensions.
CF \|
CF \| You wonder how you know all this stuff, but it is obviously the
CF \| powerful atmosphere of cosmic background information.
CF \|
CF \| The Dread Devora, the most powerful being in the Universe, sits
CF \| imperiously in her chair of command, working on her psychic amplifier.
CF \| If ever she finishes that thing — it'll be curtains for the
CF \| human race. She is wearing a space-suit and carrying a space-helmet.
CF \|
CF \| "You know, it's an interesting thing when you consider: regular people
CF \| like us, who can think, are so frightened by those who cannot — the
CF \| dead!" you say to Donald, but you might as well be talking to
CF \| yourself.
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald follows you in, doing his best impression of the Dread
CF \| Devora.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "shoot dog"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > SHOOT DOG
CF \|
CF \| You raise the gun with the intention of firing six rounds at the
CF \| pooch, but as you do, the veins begin to pulse in the Dread Devora's
CF \| forehead, and something compels you to lower your weapon.
CF \|
CF \| "Come on Donald," you say, robotically. "There's nothing amiss here at
CF \| the Bide-A-Wee Cemetery for Circus Folk. Those eyewitnesses probably
CF \| just saw some swamp gas, or something."
CF \|
CF \| Walking stiffly, like a marionette, you go outside to the crypt, up to
CF \| the ruined chapel, and outside to outside the chapel.
CF \|
CF \| Outside The Chapel
CF \| Here, beneath a shroud of ivy, lurks the ruined chapel, the
CF \| untrammeled apotheosis of Carpenter Gothic. Steeply pitched gables,
CF \| fancy finials and pyramidal spires soar skyward in reckless profusion,
CF \| and everything carvable has been carven to within an inch of
CF \| structural collapse. The door is open, a strange, green mist breathing
CF \| from within. From a gigantic hole in the roof comes an eerie light
CF \| that casts a virid pall over the lowering clouds.
CF \|
CF \| To the south, east and west, tangled paths weave through lichened
CF \| headstones before disappearing into the gloom.
CF \|
CF \| Officer Donald McRonald stands nearby, smiling inanely. He is carrying
CF \| a cigarette lighter.
CF \|
CF \| A pile of wooden planks lie discarded by the open door.
CF \|
CF \| "Wait — how did we get out here? That pooch must be using some kind
CF \| of
CF \| crazy mind control!" you say to Donald. Donald shrugs.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "I figured that wouldn't work"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] outside the chapel
CF \| >
CF \| > I
CF \|
CF \| You are carrying:
CF \| a gun
CF \| a femur bone
CF \| a flashlight
CF \| a can of alligator repellent
CF \| a crowbar
CF \| a Mary Quant handbag (open)
CF \| three jelly doughnuts
CF \| You are wearing:
CF \| some white vinyl go-go boots
CF \| some contrasting red tights
CF \| a monochrome mod dress
CF \|
CF \| "It looks like Death not only took a holiday, McRonald, but he got a
CF \| hangover from taking it!" you say to Donald, but Donald is too busy
CF \| whistling merrily to himself.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "yeah"
		DavidW says, "I was worth trying, though."
		DavidW asks, "Maybe there's something else to shoot? Should we climb the oak tree full of bats? Shoot the bats?"
		Jacqueline asks, "Just for the joy of murder?"
		DavidW says, "I dunno"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] shady corner
CF \| >
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Shady Corner
CF \| This is a shady corner of the cemetery where some whimsical topiary
CF \| artist has trimmed all the trees into the shape of trees. There are a
CF \| fair scattering of variously sized headstones to be seen, including a
CF \| large broken column, entwined all around by the roots of some twisting
CF \| tree. High above the scudding clouds, lightning flickers, whilst from
CF \| the shade of the tupelo trees, lightning bugs pulse as if in answer!
CF \|
CF \| To the south looms a massive oak tree, southeast a rutted path leads
CF \| to a crossroads and to the east is the ruined chapel with its eerie
CF \| green glow.
CF \|
CF \| Leaning nonchalantly against the broken pillar is an 800-lb gorilla
CF \| smoking a Cuban cigar.
CF \|
CF \| "This swamp is a monument to death. Snakes, alligators, quicksand...
CF \| all bent on one thing: destruction!" you say to Donald, but Donald
CF \| isn't listening.
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald saunters up to you, doing his best impression of the
CF \| gorilla.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "I mean, maybe it will flush them and have some surprise consequence."
		DavidW says, "Oh! Goriila has CIGAR."
		Roger says, "hmm, so it does"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "talk to gorilla"
CF ] shady corner
CF \| >
CF \| > TALK TO GORILLA
CF \|
CF \| "Can it, chucklehead!" drawls the gorilla.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Oh. Shoot the gorilla."
		Jacqueline says, "I'm so quick to violence."
		Roger says, "easy there, Chekhov"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "shoot gorilla"
CF ] shady corner
CF \| >
CF \| > SHOOT GORILLA
CF \|
CF \| Staring down the barrel of your nice shiny gun, the gorilla changes
CF \| his tune and immediately throws up his arms.
CF \|
CF \| "Hey, buddy, let's not be too hasty," he says, "here, have a cigar!"
CF \|
CF \| He offers you a cigar from his monogrammed cigar case. Which is
CF \| especially nice because that boa constrictor made off with your
CF \| cigarettes.
CF \|
CF \| "C'mon," says the gorilla, waggling the cigar suggestively, "I'll bet
CF \| you're gasping for a smoke!"
CF \|
CF \| >		Roger says, "wow, good work, threat of violence"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] shady corner
CF \| >
CF \| > I
CF \|
CF \| You are carrying:
CF \| a gun
CF \| a femur bone
CF \| a flashlight
CF \| a can of alligator repellent
CF \| a crowbar
CF \| a Mary Quant handbag (open)
CF \| three jelly doughnuts
CF \| You are wearing:
CF \| some white vinyl go-go boots
CF \| some contrasting red tights
CF \| a monochrome mod dress
CF \|
CF \| "Mmmm!" says the gorilla, passing the cigar under his nose. "Smell dat
CF \| oirthy aroma!"
CF \|
CF \| >		Lionheart says, "Violence is once in a while the answer."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take cigar"
CF ] shady corner
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE CIGAR
CF \|
CF \| "Don't mind if I do," you say. Very decent of the gorilla to offer you
CF \| a cigar — especially since that boa constrictor made off with your
CF \| cigarettes. The gorilla sniggers as he hands it over, and then slopes
CF \| off into the darkness whistling a merry tune.
CF \|
CF \| "They're dead, Donald, dead — but not dead the way we know it!" you
CF \| say to Donald, but you might as well be talking to yourself.
CF \|
CF \| >		Roger says, "oh, maybe it esplodes too"
		DavidW says, "agreed"
		DavidW says, "A regular Joker, he is."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "se"
CF ] crossroads
CF \| >
CF \| > SE
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Crossroads
CF \| From here paths lead off in all directions. Directly to the north
CF \| stands the forbidding ruined chapel, aglow with greenish light. South
CF \| lies the cemetery entrance. To the west, a spreading oak tree can be
CF \| seen in the distance, whilst to the east looms the strange, exotic
CF \| tomb of Mandoo the Mystic. In the ordinal directions, paths meander
CF \| through the headstones toward the far corners of the cemetery.
CF \|
CF \| High above the scudding clouds, lightning flickers, whilst from the
CF \| shade of the tupelo trees, lightning bugs pulse as if in answer!
CF \|
CF \| Here comes old Donald McRonald again, smiling inanely.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] vault of Mandoo the Mystic
CF \| >
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Vault of Mandoo the Mystic
CF \| Here lies the ivy-covered vault of Mandoo the Mystic, an fanciful
CF \| stone structure in the Mogul style of Rajasthan with a central dome,
CF \| minarets, peacock-tail windows, jali-work railings and pavilions. Next
CF \| to this thing the Taj Mahal itself would look like a cheap and
CF \| insincere gesture, but the weight of all this architectural excess is
CF \| forcing the monument slowly but surely into the depths of the bog. The
CF \| lead-lined door hangs open.
CF \|
CF \| A horrible creature stands guard outside the vault. Four feet in
CF \| height it is and life-size only as to its enameled head — a grinning
CF \| cloth and papier-mâché doll dressed in a velveteen suit and white
CF \| patent-leather Cuban-heeled shoes. A ventriloquist's dummy, brought to
CF \| a shocking semblance of life by the mysterious space radiation!.
CF \|
CF \| "Gock a shigar? Gock a shigar?" croaks the ventriloquist's dummy.
CF \|
CF \| "You know, it's an interesting thing when you consider: regular people
CF \| like us, who can think, are so frightened by those who cannot — the
CF \| dead!" you say to Donald. Donald shrugs.
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald saunters up to you, pulling one of his silly faces.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Here we go."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "give cigar to dummy"
CF ] vault of Mandoo the Mystic
CF \| >
CF \| > GIVE CIGAR TO DUMMY
CF \|
CF \| "Gon't mind if I goo," says the ventriloquist's dummy, though you're
CF \| quite sure you saw his lips move. Donald lights the cigar for him and
CF \| you both retreat to a safe distance. A couple of puffs later there is
CF \| a VERY LOUD EXPLOSION which sends you both temporarily deaf and takes
CF \| the dummy permanently out of commission. In fact there is nothing left
CF \| of him but a pair of white patent leather Cuban-heeled shoes, size 2.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "woo"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take shoes"
CF ] vault of Mandoo the Mystic
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE SHOES
CF \|
CF \| You don't have any use for a pair of white patent leather Cuban-heeled
CF \| shoes, size 2.
CF \|
CF \| "Shadows and objects can take any shape, here in the darkness... Any
CF \| shape our minds can conceive!" you say to Donald, but you might as
CF \| well be talking to yourself.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Violence is again the answer."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x shoes"
CF ] vault of Mandoo the Mystic
CF \| >
CF \| > X SHOES
CF \|
CF \| They're all that's left of the ventriloquist's dummy. Unless that
CF \| talking rag-bag can reassemble itself, it's out of the running now.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "turn on flashlight"
CF ] vault of Mandoo the Mystic
CF \| >
CF \| > TURN ON FLASHLIGHT
CF \|
CF \| You flip a switch. A strong, narrow beam of light shines from the
CF \| flashlight.
CF \|
CF \| "If we've been seeing things, McRonald, it's because we DID see them,"
CF \| you say to Donald. Donald shrugs.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "in"
CF ] Inside the Vault
CF \| >
CF \| > IN
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Inside The Vault
CF \| This is the vault of Mandoo the Mystic — the evil psychic and
CF \| hypnotist who once tried to turn the townsfolk into his willing
CF \| slaves! Heavy drapes cover the slimy stonework, and guttering candles,
CF \| festooned with cobwebs burn dimly in niches along the walls. Mandoo's
CF \| body was never found, but in lieu of mortal remains, a marble bust of
CF \| the mystic has been placed upon a dais. Upon the head of this bust
CF \| sits the enormous purple turban Mandoo wore, and which, it is claimed,
CF \| was the source of his powers.
CF \|
CF \| Covering the entire floor between the door and the statue at the
CF \| eastern end is a bed of hot coals, glowing redly!
CF \|
CF \| Donald McRonald follows you in, smiling inanely.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "Perhaps I didn't need to turn on the flashlight here."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x turban"
CF ] Inside the Vault
CF \| >
CF \| > X TURBAN
CF \|
CF \| An enormous purple turban, bedecked with jewels and feathers.
CF \|
CF \| Part of Mandoo the Mystic's schtick was that he claimed to be
CF \| a Hindu ascetic from deepest India, with all the magical powers those
CF \| fellows are commonly supposed to have. His police record showed him to
CF \| be, in actuality, the son of a Baptist preacher from Indiana, but no
CF \| matter —— his psychic powers were REAL!!
CF \|
CF \| During the Great Circus Incursion, it took the Tsathoggua County
CF \| Police Department's entire retinue of counter-mystics to subdue
CF \| Mandoo. Somehow he just seemed immune to their psychic mind control
CF \| techniques. It was speculated at the time that he was somehow
CF \| protected by this very turban!
CF \|
CF \| "Shadows and objects can take any shape, here in the darkness... Any
CF \| shape our minds can conceive!" you say to Donald, but Donald is too
CF \| busy pulling one of his silly faces.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "There is some very good writing."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x coals"
CF ] Inside the Vault
CF \| >
CF \| > X COALS
CF \|
CF \| A bed of red hot rocks stretches between you and the marble bust. The
CF \| only route to the bust is to walk across it.
CF \|
CF \| "The night things are all about us, McRonald. Every shadow a
CF \| beckoning invitation — to disaster!" you say to Donald, but Donald
CF \| isn't listening.
CF \|
CF \| >		Roger says, "yeah, it's harder than it looks"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x bust"
CF ] Inside the Vault
CF \| >
CF \| > X BUST
CF \|
CF \| The sculptor has captured Mandoo to a nicety. He was a man of striking
CF \| appearance. His nose was broad and aquiline; on either side of it were
CF \| piercing eyes that shone with a keen intelligence. His domed forehead
CF \| was so lofty it posed a danger to passing aircraft. Upon the facsimile
CF \| of that noble brow perches the enormous purple turban which Mandoo, in
CF \| life, habitually wore.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x candles"
CF ] Inside the Vault
CF \| >
CF \| > X CANDLES
CF \|
CF \| From within niches along the walls, tallow candles sputter fitfully.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "walk on coals"
CF ] Inside the Vault
CF \| >
CF \| > WALK ON COALS
CF \|
CF \| No way — you're not even sure your white vinyl go-go boots are
CF \| fireproof, and even if they were, the soles are not thick enough.
CF \|
CF \| "They're dead, Donald, dead — but not dead the way we know it!" you
CF \| say to Donald, but Donald is too busy doing his best impression of a
CF \| bogey-man.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "donald, get turban"
CF ] Inside the Vault
CF \| >
CF \| > DONALD, GET TURBAN
CF \|
CF \| "Officer McRonald, grab that turban!" you say. Donald shrugs, and
CF \| walks casually across the burning coals towards the dais, the
CF \| three-inch crepe soles of his non-regulation clown shoes protecting
CF \| him from the heat. He places the turban on his head and walks back
CF \| again. "Good work, McRonald," you say. "You'll be out of that uniform
CF \| before you know it. Now, give me the turban. McRonald? McRonald?"
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "I ... would have thought he'd have too much surface area on his feet for that."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "talk to donald"
CF ] Inside the Vault
CF \| >
CF \| > TALK TO DONALD
CF \|
CF \| "Shadows and objects can take any shape, here in the darkness... Any
CF \| shape our minds can conceive!" you say to Donald, but Donald isn't
CF \| listening.
CF \|
CF \| "Normal life may seem a little dull after the life we've been living,
CF \| McRonald, But rather dull and alive than excited and..." you say to
CF \| Donald, but you might as well be talking to yourself.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "donald, give turban to me"
CF ] Inside the Vault
CF \| >
CF \| > DONALD, GIVE TURBAN TO ME
CF \|
CF \| Donald seems to have taken quite a shine to that crazy hat. In these
CF \| sorts of situations it always pays to have something to use as a
CF \| bribe.
CF \|
CF \| Donald tightens his grip on the enormous purple turban, whilst shaking
CF \| his head vigorously.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take doughnut"
CF ] Inside the Vault
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE DOUGHNUT
CF \|
CF \| Taken.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "donald, give turban to me"
CF ] Inside the Vault
CF \| >
CF \| > DONALD, GIVE TURBAN TO ME
CF \|
CF \| Donald seems to have taken quite a shine to that crazy hat. In these
CF \| sorts of situations it always pays to have something to use as a
CF \| bribe.
CF \|
CF \| Donald tightens his grip on the enormous purple turban, whilst shaking
CF \| his head vigorously.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "bribe"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "give dooughnut to donald"
CF ] Inside the Vault
CF \| >
CF \| > GIVE DOOUGHNUT TO DONALD
CF \|
CF \| You can't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "give doughnut to donald"
CF ] Inside the Vault
CF \| >
CF \| > GIVE DOUGHNUT TO DONALD
CF \|
CF \| Donald snatches the doughnut from your fingers, and stuffs it whole
CF \| into his mouth. He chews up the doughnut with his mouth open,
CF \| raspberry jelly dribbling down his chin.
CF \|
CF \| "C'mon McRonald, gimme that turban!" you say, but Donald shakes his
CF \| head. He seems to have taken quite a shine to that crazy hat — it's
CF \| going to take more than just a regular jelly doughnut to persuade him
CF \| to part company with it.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Undo"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "undo"
CF ] Inside the Vault
CF \|
CF \| > UNDO
CF \|
CF \| Inside the Vault
CF \| [Previous turn undone.]
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline asks, "Trade?"
		DavidW says, "I guess we need that mud pie."
		Roger says, "the power of pie, yeah"
		Jacqueline says, "Oh, or that."
		Jacqueline says, "Since it's so very very good, allegedly."
		Jacqueline says, "Also... 2pm."
		Jacqueline says, "It is night."
		Jacqueline says, "er, nigh"
		DavidW says, "I guess we can stop here, yeah. I think we're more than halfway through the game. If we wear the turban, Devora can't mind control us and we can shoot her. But there's that femur bone to use too, so I guess it's not quite so simple."
		Jacqueline nods thoughtfully.
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "save"
CF \| >
CF \| > SAVE
CF \| %% Enter a save filename to write:		Roger says, "mmhmm"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "cfrenegadebrainwave"
CF ] Inside the Vault
CF \| > SAVEOk.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "This was quite fun, apart from the over repetitive asides to talk to Donald."
		Roger says, "yeah, it's the right amount of whimsy and camp for me"
		Jacqueline says, "I like it, too."
		Jacqueline exclaims, "See you all next week!"
		DavidW says, "see you! Thanks for the game and all the fun suggestions!"

***** SESSION 2 *

[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
[clubhouse] CF ] Inside the Vault
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > L
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Inside The Vault
[clubhouse] CF \| This is the vault of Mandoo the Mystic â€” the evil psychic and
[clubhouse] CF \| hypnotist who once tried to turn the townsfolk into his willing
[clubhouse] CF \| slaves! Heavy drapes cover the slimy stonework, and guttering candles,
[clubhouse] CF \| festooned with cobwebs burn dimly in niches along the walls. Mandoo's
[clubhouse] CF \| body was never found, but in lieu of mortal remains, a marble bust of
[clubhouse] CF \| the mystic has been placed upon a dais.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Covering the entire floor between the door and the statue at the
[clubhouse] CF \| eastern end is a bed of hot coals, glowing redly!
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Officer Donald McRonald stands nearby, smiling inanely. He is wearing
[clubhouse] CF \| an enormous purple turban and carrying a cigarette lighter.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >		DavidW says, "I'm going to try getting the helmet from the space dog. When I replayed to make my notes, I was able to take it when the dog wasn't fully awake, but I don't know it that'll work this time."
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
[clubhouse] CF ] Inside the Vault
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > W
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| From here, the only way you can go is outside.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "out"
[clubhouse] CF ] vault of Mandoo the Mystic
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > OUT
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Vault of Mandoo the Mystic
[clubhouse] CF \| Here lies the ivy-covered vault of Mandoo the Mystic, an fanciful
[clubhouse] CF \| stone structure in the Mogul style of Rajasthan with a central dome,
[clubhouse] CF \| minarets, peacock-tail windows, jali-work railings and pavilions. Next
[clubhouse] CF \| to this thing the Taj Mahal itself would look like a cheap and
[clubhouse] CF \| insincere gesture, but the weight of all this architectural excess is
[clubhouse] CF \| forcing the monument slowly but surely into the depths of the bog. The
[clubhouse] CF \| lead-lined door hangs open.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You can see a pair of white patent leather Cuban-heeled shoes (still
[clubhouse] CF \| smoking slightly) here.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "If we've been seeing things, McRonald, it's because we DID see them,"
[clubhouse] CF \| you say to Donald, but Donald is too busy doing his best impression of
[clubhouse] CF \| a bogey-man.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald McRonald follows you out, pulling one of his silly faces.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
[clubhouse] CF ] crossroads
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > W
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Crossroads
[clubhouse] CF \| From here paths lead off in all directions. Directly to the north
[clubhouse] CF \| stands the forbidding ruined chapel, aglow with greenish light. South
[clubhouse] CF \| lies the cemetery entrance. To the west, a spreading oak tree can be
[clubhouse] CF \| seen in the distance, whilst to the east looms the strange, exotic
[clubhouse] CF \| tomb of Mandoo the Mystic. In the ordinal directions, paths meander
[clubhouse] CF \| through the headstones toward the far corners of the cemetery.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| High above the scudding clouds, lightning flickers, whilst from the
[clubhouse] CF \| shade of the tupelo trees, lightning bugs pulse as if in answer!
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| A patter of size 19 boots announces the arrival of Donald McRonald,
[clubhouse] CF \| paying scant attention to what is going on.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
[clubhouse] CF ] outside the chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > N
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Outside The Chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| Here, beneath a shroud of ivy, lurks the ruined chapel, the
[clubhouse] CF \| untrammeled apotheosis of Carpenter Gothic. Steeply pitched gables,
[clubhouse] CF \| fancy finials and pyramidal spires soar skyward in reckless profusion,
[clubhouse] CF \| and everything carvable has been carven to within an inch of
[clubhouse] CF \| structural collapse. The door is open, a strange, green mist breathing
[clubhouse] CF \| from within. From a gigantic hole in the roof comes an eerie light
[clubhouse] CF \| that casts a virid pall over the lowering clouds.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| To the south, east and west, tangled paths weave through lichened
[clubhouse] CF \| headstones before disappearing into the gloom.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| A pile of wooden planks lie discarded by the open door.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "Monsters! Space people! Mad doctors! They don't teach us about such
[clubhouse] CF \| things in the police academy!" you say to Donald. Donald shrugs.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald McRonald saunters up to you, pulling one of his silly faces.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "in"
[clubhouse] CF ] ruined chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > IN
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Ruined Chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| The chapel has been completely wrecked by the object that fell from
[clubhouse] CF \| the sky. At the far end, the great carven idol of the toad god
[clubhouse] CF \| Tsathoggua lies on its side, whilst a circus calliope plays a furious
[clubhouse] CF \| screamer. From a massive hole in the floor comes a greenish glow.
[clubhouse] CF \| Crumbling stone steps lead down into the crypt, and a Gothic archway
[clubhouse] CF \| leads back out into the cemetery.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald McRonald follows you in, paying scant attention to what is
[clubhouse] CF \| going on.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "d"
[clubhouse] CF ] crypt
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > D
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Crypt
[clubhouse] CF \| A dismal crypt with vaulted ceiling, now largely destroyed. Sitting in
[clubhouse] CF \| the middle of the wreckage are the remains of a Soviet space capsule.
[clubhouse] CF \| It resembles a shiny metal cone, somewhat scorched, topped with a
[clubhouse] CF \| large, bulbous protrusion.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| The entry hatch has been blown off its hinges by the impact, an eerie
[clubhouse] CF \| green glow issuing from within. Crumbling stone steps lead up into the
[clubhouse] CF \| chapel.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald McRonald clambers down after you, pulling one of his silly
[clubhouse] CF \| faces.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "in"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > IN
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| The inside of the space capsule is a mass of hissing tubes and fizzing
[clubhouse] CF \| cables. Everything is broken, and everything is bathed in an eerie
[clubhouse] CF \| glow from a shimmering curtain of light to the east. Clearly the
[clubhouse] CF \| impact of the crash combined with the cosmic radiation absorbed by the
[clubhouse] CF \| capsule has opened up a rift between the dimensions.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You wonder how you know all this stuff, but it is obviously the
[clubhouse] CF \| powerful atmosphere of cosmic background information.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| The Dread Devora, the most powerful being in the Universe, sits
[clubhouse] CF \| imperiously in her chair of command, working on her psychic amplifier.
[clubhouse] CF \| If ever she finishes that thing â€” it'll be curtains for the
[clubhouse] CF \| human race. She is wearing a space-suit and carrying a space-helmet.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "They're dead, Donald, dead â€” but not dead the way we know it!" you
[clubhouse] CF \| say to Donald, but you might as well be talking to yourself.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald McRonald follows you in, doing his best impression of the Dread
[clubhouse] CF \| Devora.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take helmet"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > TAKE HELMET
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| That seems to belong to the Dread Devora.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask devora for helmet"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > ASK DEVORA FOR HELMET
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| (To communicate in Renegade Brainwave, TALK TO a character, or give
[clubhouse] CF \| instructions, such as DONALD, GET THE COIN.)
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "donald, get helmet"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > DONALD, GET HELMET
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald tries, and fails, to take the space-helmet.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >		DavidW says, "hm. drat. I hope we don't have to restart."
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "show bone to dog"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > SHOW BONE TO DOG
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| As you approach the Dread Devora with the femur bone in hand, she
[clubhouse] CF \| stops what she is doing, sniffs the air and begins salivating, her
[clubhouse] CF \| tail wagging like a windshield wiper on high. You hesitate. The dog
[clubhouse] CF \| clearly wants this bone, and wants it badly.
[clubhouse] CF \| Something tells you it would be a mistake just to give it to
[clubhouse] CF \| her.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x portal"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > X PORTAL
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You can't see any such thing.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x rift"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > X RIFT
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You can't see any such thing.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > L
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| The inside of the space capsule is a mass of hissing tubes and fizzing
[clubhouse] CF \| cables. Everything is broken, and everything is bathed in an eerie
[clubhouse] CF \| glow from a shimmering curtain of light to the east. Clearly the
[clubhouse] CF \| impact of the crash combined with the cosmic radiation absorbed by the
[clubhouse] CF \| capsule has opened up a rift between the dimensions.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You wonder how you know all this stuff, but it is obviously the
[clubhouse] CF \| powerful atmosphere of cosmic background information.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Officer Donald McRonald stands nearby, smiling inanely. He is wearing
[clubhouse] CF \| an enormous purple turban and carrying a cigarette lighter.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| The Dread Devora, the most powerful being in the Universe, sits
[clubhouse] CF \| imperiously in her chair of command, working on her psychic amplifier.
[clubhouse] CF \| If ever she finishes that thing â€” it'll be curtains for the
[clubhouse] CF \| human race. She is wearing a space-suit and carrying a space-helmet.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "throw bone"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > THROW BONE
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You toss the femur bone carelessly away, and to your surprise, it
[clubhouse] CF \| bounces.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "undo"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| > UNDO
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| [Previous turn undone.]
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "throw bone at rift"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > THROW BONE AT RIFT
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You can't see any such thing.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > E
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Gingerly you step through the curtain of light â€” and are immediately
[clubhouse] CF \| overtaken by an indescribable feeling of claustrophobia, as though the
[clubhouse] CF \| world had shut up around you like a book! You try to turn back, but
[clubhouse] CF \| soon find that you can turn neither left nor right, for those
[clubhouse] CF \| directions quite simply no longer exist!
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Back in the crypt Donald tries to follow you into the veil, but is
[clubhouse] CF \| held back by some unyielding, invisible force! As if a switch had been
[clubhouse] CF \| turned, as if an eye had been blinked, as if some phantom force in the
[clubhouse] CF \| Universe had made a move eons beyond our comprehension, suddenly,
[clubhouse] CF \| there is no veil! There is no man of courage, no cross-dressing cop,
[clubhouse] CF \| no thing called "Douglas" to be followed.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Case in point: The line between science fiction and science fact is
[clubhouse] CF \| microscopically thin â€” and so are you! You unwittingly stepped into
[clubhouse] CF \| the second dimension â€” becoming as flat as a pancake! As three
[clubhouse] CF \| pancakes! With maple syrup! And once that line has been crossed â€” it
[clubhouse] CF \| can never be recrossed! You are doomed to spend the rest of your days
[clubhouse] CF \| as a mere cipher, like the denizens of Plato's cave or the characters
[clubhouse] CF \| on a movie screen â€” a projection on a wall, to be glimpsed on
[clubhouse] CF \| moonless
[clubhouse] CF \| nights by star-crossed lovers taking shortcuts across the cemetery!
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| * THE END *
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the
[clubhouse] CF \| last command?
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "undo"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| > UNDO
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| [Previous turn undone.]
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "push devora east"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > PUSH DEVORA EAST
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| The Dread Devora cannot be pushed from place to place.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Haha. That was a good death."
		DavidW says, "I was hoping I could throw the bone in there and the dog would chase it, but that doesn't seem to be possible."
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "trade bone for helmet"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > TRADE BONE FOR HELMET
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| That's not a verb I recognize.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x seat"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > X SEAT
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You can't see any such thing.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x suit"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > X SUIT
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| A standard issue Soviet Space Agency space-suit.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "talk to devora"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > TALK TO DEVORA
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "You're nothing but a freak, Devora," you say, "A freak of life!" But
[clubhouse] CF \| Devora isn't listening.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "out"
[clubhouse] CF ] crypt
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > OUT
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Crypt
[clubhouse] CF \| A dismal crypt with vaulted ceiling, now largely destroyed. Sitting in
[clubhouse] CF \| the middle of the wreckage are the remains of a Soviet space capsule.
[clubhouse] CF \| It resembles a shiny metal cone, somewhat scorched, topped with a
[clubhouse] CF \| large, bulbous protrusion.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| The entry hatch has been blown off its hinges by the impact, an eerie
[clubhouse] CF \| green glow issuing from within. Crumbling stone steps lead up into the
[clubhouse] CF \| chapel.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald McRonald follows you out, pulling one of his silly faces.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Throw bone east? Or did you try that? I was in another window and then came back and saw all the text. May have missed it when trying to catch up."
		DavidW says, "I didn't try that phrasing, no."
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "in"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > IN
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| The inside of the space capsule is a mass of hissing tubes and fizzing
[clubhouse] CF \| cables. Everything is broken, and everything is bathed in an eerie
[clubhouse] CF \| glow from a shimmering curtain of light to the east. Clearly the
[clubhouse] CF \| impact of the crash combined with the cosmic radiation absorbed by the
[clubhouse] CF \| capsule has opened up a rift between the dimensions.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You wonder how you know all this stuff, but it is obviously the
[clubhouse] CF \| powerful atmosphere of cosmic background information.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| The Dread Devora, the most powerful being in the Universe, sits
[clubhouse] CF \| imperiously in her chair of command, working on her psychic amplifier.
[clubhouse] CF \| If ever she finishes that thing â€” it'll be curtains for the
[clubhouse] CF \| human race. She is wearing a space-suit and carrying a space-helmet.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald McRonald follows you in, whistling merrily to himself.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "throw bone east"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > THROW BONE EAST
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| I only understood you as far as wanting to throw the femur bone.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "grr"
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "throw bone at east"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > THROW BONE AT EAST
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Futile.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "out"
[clubhouse] CF ] crypt
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > OUT
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Crypt
[clubhouse] CF \| A dismal crypt with vaulted ceiling, now largely destroyed. Sitting in
[clubhouse] CF \| the middle of the wreckage are the remains of a Soviet space capsule.
[clubhouse] CF \| It resembles a shiny metal cone, somewhat scorched, topped with a
[clubhouse] CF \| large, bulbous protrusion.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| The entry hatch has been blown off its hinges by the impact, an eerie
[clubhouse] CF \| green glow issuing from within. Crumbling stone steps lead up into the
[clubhouse] CF \| chapel.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald McRonald follows you out, pulling one of his silly faces.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "u"
[clubhouse] CF ] ruined chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > U
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Ruined Chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| The chapel has been completely wrecked by the object that fell from
[clubhouse] CF \| the sky. At the far end, the great carven idol of the toad god
[clubhouse] CF \| Tsathoggua lies on its side, whilst a circus calliope plays a furious
[clubhouse] CF \| screamer. From a massive hole in the floor comes a greenish glow.
[clubhouse] CF \| Crumbling stone steps lead down into the crypt, and a Gothic archway
[clubhouse] CF \| leads back out into the cemetery.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "This whole night has been a nightmare, Donald, a nightmare of
[clubhouse] CF \| horror!" you say to Donald, but Donald isn't listening.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald McRonald scrambles up after you, doing his best impression of a
[clubhouse] CF \| bogey-man.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "out"
[clubhouse] CF ] outside the chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > OUT
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Outside The Chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| Here, beneath a shroud of ivy, lurks the ruined chapel, the
[clubhouse] CF \| untrammeled apotheosis of Carpenter Gothic. Steeply pitched gables,
[clubhouse] CF \| fancy finials and pyramidal spires soar skyward in reckless profusion,
[clubhouse] CF \| and everything carvable has been carven to within an inch of
[clubhouse] CF \| structural collapse. The door is open, a strange, green mist breathing
[clubhouse] CF \| from within. From a gigantic hole in the roof comes an eerie light
[clubhouse] CF \| that casts a virid pall over the lowering clouds.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| To the south, east and west, tangled paths weave through lichened
[clubhouse] CF \| headstones before disappearing into the gloom.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| A pile of wooden planks lie discarded by the open door.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald McRonald follows you out, pulling one of his silly faces.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
[clubhouse] CF ] shady corner
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > W
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Shady Corner
[clubhouse] CF \| This is a shady corner of the cemetery where some whimsical topiary
[clubhouse] CF \| artist has trimmed all the trees into the shape of trees. There are a
[clubhouse] CF \| fair scattering of variously sized headstones to be seen, including a
[clubhouse] CF \| large broken column, entwined all around by the roots of some twisting
[clubhouse] CF \| tree. A sudden flash of lightning illumines the sky!
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| To the south looms a massive oak tree, southeast a rutted path leads
[clubhouse] CF \| to a crossroads and to the east is the ruined chapel with its eerie
[clubhouse] CF \| green glow.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Here comes old Donald McRonald again, whistling merrily to himself.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x lightning"
[clubhouse] CF ] shady corner
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > X LIGHTNING
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Which do you mean, the lightning bugs or the sky?
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "sky"
[clubhouse] CF ] shady corner
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > SKY
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| The sky broods with the menace of terrifying storms.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "When we're through with all this, Donald, we'll be free to live
[clubhouse] CF \| normally, like normal people do." you say to Donald. Donald shrugs.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take bugs"
[clubhouse] CF ] shady corner
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > TAKE BUGS
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| They're hardly portable.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "If we've been seeing things, McRonald, it's because we DID see them,"
[clubhouse] CF \| you say to Donald, but Donald is too busy smiling inanely.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
[clubhouse] CF ] oak tree
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > S
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Oak Tree
[clubhouse] CF \| You stand in the shadow of a vast live oak tree, gnarled and twisted
[clubhouse] CF \| with age and knobbled with bulbous fungoid protrusions. Swags of moss
[clubhouse] CF \| depend from its mighty branches, and hundreds of ragged bats flit
[clubhouse] CF \| about its crown. Beneath the tree, where heaves the turf in many a
[clubhouse] CF \| mouldering heap, is an enormous open grave, surmounted by a colossal
[clubhouse] CF \| tombstone.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| To the north, south and east, meandering pathways disappear into the
[clubhouse] CF \| gloom.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "It looks like Death not only took a holiday, McRonald, but he got a
[clubhouse] CF \| hangover from taking it!" you say to Donald, but you might as well be
[clubhouse] CF \| talking to yourself.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald McRonald saunters up to you, doing his best impression of a
[clubhouse] CF \| bogey-man.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "climb tree"
[clubhouse] CF ] oak tree
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > CLIMB TREE
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Staring up into the giddy heights of the old oak tree, you decide that
[clubhouse] CF \| there is plenty of detective work to be done right here on terra
[clubhouse] CF \| firma.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "donald, climb tree"
[clubhouse] CF ] oak tree
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > DONALD, CLIMB TREE
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald McRonald has better things to do.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "The night things are all about us, McRonald. Every shadow a
[clubhouse] CF \| beckoning invitation â€” to disaster!" you say to Donald. Donald
[clubhouse] CF \| shrugs.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x tree"
[clubhouse] CF ] oak tree
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > X TREE
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| A vast live oak tree, gnarled and twisted with age. This particular
[clubhouse] CF \| tree is reckoned to be the oldest in Tsthathoggua County. It was here
[clubhouse] CF \| when Washington crossed the Delaware, and it was probably here when
[clubhouse] CF \| the pilgrims first sat down to a turkey dinner.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "If we ever get out of this swamp, I'll never have anything to do with
[clubhouse] CF \| it again." you say to Donald, but Donald isn't listening.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "donald, burn tree"
[clubhouse] CF ] oak tree
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > DONALD, BURN TREE
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You'd have to have a pretty good reason for ordering Donald to set
[clubhouse] CF \| light to something. He doesn't need much encouragement.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "I don't know about this, McRonald. I just â€” don't know!" you say to
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald, but Donald is too busy pulling one of his silly faces.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >		DavidW says, "Donald has a lighter, so there must be something he's supposed to burn."
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
[clubhouse] CF ] crossroads
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > E
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Crossroads
[clubhouse] CF \| From here paths lead off in all directions. Directly to the north
[clubhouse] CF \| stands the forbidding ruined chapel, aglow with greenish light. South
[clubhouse] CF \| lies the cemetery entrance. To the west, a spreading oak tree can be
[clubhouse] CF \| seen in the distance, whilst to the east looms the strange, exotic
[clubhouse] CF \| tomb of Mandoo the Mystic. In the ordinal directions, paths meander
[clubhouse] CF \| through the headstones toward the far corners of the cemetery.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| High above the scudding clouds, lightning flickers, whilst from the
[clubhouse] CF \| shade of the tupelo trees, lightning bugs pulse as if in answer!
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Here comes old Donald McRonald again, paying scant attention to what
[clubhouse] CF \| is going on.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "se"
[clubhouse] CF ] animal cemetery
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > SE
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Animal Cemetery
[clubhouse] CF \| This part of the cemetery, dedicated to the eternal repose of
[clubhouse] CF \| animalian circus performers, is slowly sinking into the bayou. Here
[clubhouse] CF \| and there, quicksand pools roll and quiver, whilst, overshadowed by
[clubhouse] CF \| moss-laden cypress trees, the tombstones of clown dogs, trick ponies
[clubhouse] CF \| and performing fleas lean treacherously into the sucking bog â€”
[clubhouse] CF \| sinking
[clubhouse] CF \| slowly from sight! Foul odors of decay and rot waft through the night
[clubhouse] CF \| air!
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| To the west lies the cemetery entrance, northwest a path leads to a
[clubhouse] CF \| crossroads and to the north looms the magnificent edifice that is the
[clubhouse] CF \| vault of Mandoo the Mystic.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| A little way off, you spy a Mississippi Mud Pie doughnut lying
[clubhouse] CF \| abandoned among the graves.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "If we've been seeing things, McRonald, it's because we DID see them,"
[clubhouse] CF \| you say to Donald, but Donald isn't listening.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald McRonald saunters up to you, smiling inanely.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take pie"
[clubhouse] CF ] animal cemetery
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > TAKE PIE
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| It's no use â€” the swamp gas is just too overpowering, and the closer
[clubhouse] CF \| to the doughnut you go, the thicker it gets.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "This whole night has been a nightmare, Donald, a nightmare of
[clubhouse] CF \| horror!" you say to Donald. Donald shrugs.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x gas"
[clubhouse] CF ] animal cemetery
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > X GAS
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| This part of the cemetery is filled with swamp gas, a highly flammable
[clubhouse] CF \| mixture of methane, hydrogen sulfide, and carbon dioxide, bubbling up
[clubhouse] CF \| from the depths of the bog! It smells a lot like rotten eggs.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "This whole night has been a nightmare, Donald, a nightmare of
[clubhouse] CF \| horror!" you say to Donald, but you might as well be talking to
[clubhouse] CF \| yourself.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >		DavidW says, "donald, burn gas"
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "donald, burn gas"
[clubhouse] CF ] animal cemetery
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > DONALD, BURN GAS
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "McRonald, set light to that swamp gas!" you say, and hurriedly you
[clubhouse] CF \| stagger back a few places. Donald doesn't need to be asked twice. He
[clubhouse] CF \| takes a pace forwards and clicks on his lighter. The resultant orange
[clubhouse] CF \| fireball singes McRonald's hair and lights up the bayou for miles
[clubhouse] CF \| around, but boy, does it make the place smell better.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You've got perhaps a couple of minutes before the gas builds up again.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "The night things are all about us, McRonald. Every shadow a
[clubhouse] CF \| beckoning invitation â€” to disaster!" you say to Donald, but Donald is
[clubhouse] CF \| too busy whistling merrily to himself.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take pie"
[clubhouse] CF ] animal cemetery
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > TAKE PIE
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Taken.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "donald, give turban to me"
[clubhouse] CF ] animal cemetery
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > DONALD, GIVE TURBAN TO ME
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald seems to have taken quite a shine to that crazy hat. In these
[clubhouse] CF \| sorts of situations it always pays to have something to use as a
[clubhouse] CF \| bribe.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald tightens his grip on the enormous purple turban, whilst shaking
[clubhouse] CF \| his head vigorously.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "give pie to donald"
[clubhouse] CF ] animal cemetery
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > GIVE PIE TO DONALD
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald snatches the Mississippi Mud Pie doughnut from your fingers,
[clubhouse] CF \| stuffs it whole into his mouth and tosses you the turban. He then
[clubhouse] CF \| chews up the doughnut with his mouth open, chocolate ganache dribbling
[clubhouse] CF \| down his chin.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "They're dead, Donald, dead â€” but not dead the way we know it!" you
[clubhouse] CF \| say to Donald. Donald shrugs.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "donald, give turban to me"
[clubhouse] CF ] animal cemetery
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > DONALD, GIVE TURBAN TO ME
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| (Donald McRonald first taking the enormous purple turban)
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald tries, and fails, to take the enormous purple turban.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "undo"
[clubhouse] CF ] animal cemetery
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| > UNDO
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## animal cemetery
[clubhouse] CF \| [Previous turn undone.]
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "undo"
[clubhouse] CF ] animal cemetery
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| > UNDO
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## animal cemetery
[clubhouse] CF \| [Previous turn undone.]
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x turban"
[clubhouse] CF ] animal cemetery
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > X TURBAN
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| An enormous purple turban, bedecked with jewels and feathers.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Part of Mandoo the Mystic's schtick was that he claimed to be
[clubhouse] CF \| a Hindu ascetic from deepest India, with all the magical powers those
[clubhouse] CF \| fellows are commonly supposed to have. His police record showed him to
[clubhouse] CF \| be, in actuality, the son of a Baptist preacher from Indiana, but no
[clubhouse] CF \| matter â€”â€” his psychic powers were REAL!!
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| During the Great Circus Incursion, it took the Tsathoggua County
[clubhouse] CF \| Police Department's entire retinue of counter-mystics to subdue
[clubhouse] CF \| Mandoo. Somehow he just seemed immune to their psychic mind control
[clubhouse] CF \| techniques. It was speculated at the time that he was somehow
[clubhouse] CF \| protected by this very turban!
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x donald"
[clubhouse] CF ] animal cemetery
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > X DONALD
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Pallid-faced with a shock of orange hair and a red nose, Donald is one
[clubhouse] CF \| of the more bizarre-looking officers in your precinct, topped only by
[clubhouse] CF \| Officer McGillicuddy who is a chimpanzee, and Officer McKenzie, a
[clubhouse] CF \| spoon. Before joining the force Donald worked in a burger bar as some
[clubhouse] CF \| kind of mascot. The giant-sized shiny red boots are not strictly
[clubhouse] CF \| uniform but the quartermaster didn't have anything else in his size.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "Monsters! Space people! Mad doctors! They don't teach us about such
[clubhouse] CF \| things in the police academy!" you say to Donald. Donald shrugs.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
[clubhouse] CF ] animal cemetery
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > I
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You are carrying:
[clubhouse] CF \| a Mississippi Mud Pie doughnut
[clubhouse] CF \| a jelly doughnut
[clubhouse] CF \| a gun
[clubhouse] CF \| a femur bone
[clubhouse] CF \| a flashlight (providing light)
[clubhouse] CF \| a can of alligator repellent
[clubhouse] CF \| a crowbar
[clubhouse] CF \| a Mary Quant handbag (open)
[clubhouse] CF \| two jelly doughnuts
[clubhouse] CF \| You are wearing:
[clubhouse] CF \| some white vinyl go-go boots
[clubhouse] CF \| some contrasting red tights
[clubhouse] CF \| a monochrome mod dress
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
[clubhouse] CF ] vault of Mandoo the Mystic
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > N
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Vault of Mandoo the Mystic
[clubhouse] CF \| Here lies the ivy-covered vault of Mandoo the Mystic, an fanciful
[clubhouse] CF \| stone structure in the Mogul style of Rajasthan with a central dome,
[clubhouse] CF \| minarets, peacock-tail windows, jali-work railings and pavilions. Next
[clubhouse] CF \| to this thing the Taj Mahal itself would look like a cheap and
[clubhouse] CF \| insincere gesture, but the weight of all this architectural excess is
[clubhouse] CF \| forcing the monument slowly but surely into the depths of the bog. The
[clubhouse] CF \| lead-lined door hangs open.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You can see a pair of white patent leather Cuban-heeled shoes (still
[clubhouse] CF \| smoking slightly) here.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Here comes old Donald McRonald again, smiling inanely.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
[clubhouse] CF ] vault of Mandoo the Mystic
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > E
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| From here, you can go north, south, west, and inside.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "in"
[clubhouse] CF ] Inside the Vault
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > IN
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Inside The Vault
[clubhouse] CF \| This is the vault of Mandoo the Mystic â€” the evil psychic and
[clubhouse] CF \| hypnotist who once tried to turn the townsfolk into his willing
[clubhouse] CF \| slaves! Heavy drapes cover the slimy stonework, and guttering candles,
[clubhouse] CF \| festooned with cobwebs burn dimly in niches along the walls. Mandoo's
[clubhouse] CF \| body was never found, but in lieu of mortal remains, a marble bust of
[clubhouse] CF \| the mystic has been placed upon a dais.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Covering the entire floor between the door and the statue at the
[clubhouse] CF \| eastern end is a bed of hot coals, glowing redly!
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "The night things are all about us, McRonald. Every shadow a
[clubhouse] CF \| beckoning invitation â€” to disaster!" you say to Donald, but Donald
[clubhouse] CF \| isn't listening.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald McRonald follows you in, whistling merrily to himself.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x statue"
[clubhouse] CF ] Inside the Vault
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > X STATUE
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| The sculptor has captured Mandoo to a nicety. He was a man of striking
[clubhouse] CF \| appearance. His nose was broad and aquiline; on either side of it were
[clubhouse] CF \| piercing eyes that shone with a keen intelligence. His domed forehead
[clubhouse] CF \| was so lofty it posed a danger to passing aircraft.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "This whole night has been a nightmare, Donald, a nightmare of
[clubhouse] CF \| horror!" you say to Donald, but you might as well be talking to
[clubhouse] CF \| yourself.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "donald, give turban to me"
[clubhouse] CF ] Inside the Vault
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > DONALD, GIVE TURBAN TO ME
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald seems to have taken quite a shine to that crazy hat. In these
[clubhouse] CF \| sorts of situations it always pays to have something to use as a
[clubhouse] CF \| bribe.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald tightens his grip on the enormous purple turban, whilst shaking
[clubhouse] CF \| his head vigorously.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "bribe donald"
[clubhouse] CF ] Inside the Vault
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > BRIBE DONALD
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| That's not a verb I recognize.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "show pie to donald"
[clubhouse] CF ] Inside the Vault
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > SHOW PIE TO DONALD
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald McRonald is unimpressed.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "give pie to donald"
[clubhouse] CF ] Inside the Vault
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > GIVE PIE TO DONALD
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald snatches the Mississippi Mud Pie doughnut from your fingers,
[clubhouse] CF \| stuffs it whole into his mouth and tosses you the turban. He then
[clubhouse] CF \| chews up the doughnut with his mouth open, chocolate ganache dribbling
[clubhouse] CF \| down his chin.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "They're dead, Donald, dead â€” but not dead the way we know it!" you
[clubhouse] CF \| say to Donald. Donald shrugs.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >		DavidW says, "oh, he gives the turban THEN. I missed that."
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "wear turban"
[clubhouse] CF ] Inside the Vault
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > WEAR TURBAN
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You put on the enormous purple turban.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "Normal life may seem a little dull after the life we've been living,
[clubhouse] CF \| McRonald, But rather dull and alive than excited and..." you say to
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald, but Donald is too busy paying scant attention to what is going
[clubhouse] CF \| on.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "out"
[clubhouse] CF ] vault of Mandoo the Mystic
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > OUT
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Vault of Mandoo the Mystic
[clubhouse] CF \| Here lies the ivy-covered vault of Mandoo the Mystic, an fanciful
[clubhouse] CF \| stone structure in the Mogul style of Rajasthan with a central dome,
[clubhouse] CF \| minarets, peacock-tail windows, jali-work railings and pavilions. Next
[clubhouse] CF \| to this thing the Taj Mahal itself would look like a cheap and
[clubhouse] CF \| insincere gesture, but the weight of all this architectural excess is
[clubhouse] CF \| forcing the monument slowly but surely into the depths of the bog. The
[clubhouse] CF \| lead-lined door hangs open.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You can see a pair of white patent leather Cuban-heeled shoes (still
[clubhouse] CF \| smoking slightly) here.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "The night things are all about us, McRonald. Every shadow a
[clubhouse] CF \| beckoning invitation â€” to disaster!" you say to Donald, but Donald
[clubhouse] CF \| isn't listening.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald McRonald follows you out, pulling one of his silly faces.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "ah"
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
[clubhouse] CF ] strongman's grave
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > N
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Strongman's Grave
[clubhouse] CF \| Here among the drooping tupelos is the grave of the circus strongman,
[clubhouse] CF \| who proved such a formidable foe during the Great Circus Incursion.
[clubhouse] CF \| The heavy, granite slab at its head reads simply, "LOBO" â€”â€” a
[clubhouse] CF \| simple
[clubhouse] CF \| inscription for a simple man!
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| A greenish glow in the west frames the stark, Gothic outline of the
[clubhouse] CF \| ruined chapel. To the south stands another imposing structure â€”â€”
[clubhouse] CF \| the
[clubhouse] CF \| quasi-Asiatic vault of Mandoo the Mystic! Southwest, a rutted path
[clubhouse] CF \| leads to a crossroads.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| A patter of size 19 boots announces the arrival of Donald McRonald,
[clubhouse] CF \| whistling merrily to himself.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
[clubhouse] CF ] outside the chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > W
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Outside The Chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| Here, beneath a shroud of ivy, lurks the ruined chapel, the
[clubhouse] CF \| untrammeled apotheosis of Carpenter Gothic. Steeply pitched gables,
[clubhouse] CF \| fancy finials and pyramidal spires soar skyward in reckless profusion,
[clubhouse] CF \| and everything carvable has been carven to within an inch of
[clubhouse] CF \| structural collapse. The door is open, a strange, green mist breathing
[clubhouse] CF \| from within. From a gigantic hole in the roof comes an eerie light
[clubhouse] CF \| that casts a virid pall over the lowering clouds.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| To the south, east and west, tangled paths weave through lichened
[clubhouse] CF \| headstones before disappearing into the gloom.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| A pile of wooden planks lie discarded by the open door.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald McRonald saunters up to you, doing his best impression of a
[clubhouse] CF \| bogey-man.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "d"
[clubhouse] CF ] outside the chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > D
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| From here, you can go south, east, west, and inside.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "in"
[clubhouse] CF ] ruined chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > IN
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Ruined Chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| The chapel has been completely wrecked by the object that fell from
[clubhouse] CF \| the sky. At the far end, the great carven idol of the toad god
[clubhouse] CF \| Tsathoggua lies on its side, whilst a circus calliope plays a furious
[clubhouse] CF \| screamer. From a massive hole in the floor comes a greenish glow.
[clubhouse] CF \| Crumbling stone steps lead down into the crypt, and a Gothic archway
[clubhouse] CF \| leads back out into the cemetery.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald McRonald follows you in, smiling inanely.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "d"
[clubhouse] CF ] crypt
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > D
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Crypt
[clubhouse] CF \| A dismal crypt with vaulted ceiling, now largely destroyed. Sitting in
[clubhouse] CF \| the middle of the wreckage are the remains of a Soviet space capsule.
[clubhouse] CF \| It resembles a shiny metal cone, somewhat scorched, topped with a
[clubhouse] CF \| large, bulbous protrusion.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| The entry hatch has been blown off its hinges by the impact, an eerie
[clubhouse] CF \| green glow issuing from within. Crumbling stone steps lead up into the
[clubhouse] CF \| chapel.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "This swamp is a monument to death. Snakes, alligators, quicksand...
[clubhouse] CF \| all bent on one thing: destruction!" you say to Donald, but you might
[clubhouse] CF \| as well be talking to yourself.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald McRonald jumps down after you, doing his best impression of a
[clubhouse] CF \| bogey-man.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "in"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > IN
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| The inside of the space capsule is a mass of hissing tubes and fizzing
[clubhouse] CF \| cables. Everything is broken, and everything is bathed in an eerie
[clubhouse] CF \| glow from a shimmering curtain of light to the east. Clearly the
[clubhouse] CF \| impact of the crash combined with the cosmic radiation absorbed by the
[clubhouse] CF \| capsule has opened up a rift between the dimensions.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You wonder how you know all this stuff, but it is obviously the
[clubhouse] CF \| powerful atmosphere of cosmic background information.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| The Dread Devora, the most powerful being in the Universe, sits
[clubhouse] CF \| imperiously in her chair of command, working on her psychic amplifier.
[clubhouse] CF \| If ever she finishes that thing â€” it'll be curtains for the
[clubhouse] CF \| human race. She is wearing a space-suit and carrying a space-helmet.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald McRonald follows you in, pulling one of his silly faces.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "shoot devora"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > SHOOT DEVORA
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You fire six rounds at the pooch, but the veins pulse in her domed
[clubhouse] CF \| forehead, time seems to slow down, and the bullets stop dead just
[clubhouse] CF \| inches from her mug, tinkling to the floor like tiny bells.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "heh"
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "show bone to devora"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > SHOW BONE TO DEVORA
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| As you approach the Dread Devora with the femur bone in hand, she
[clubhouse] CF \| stops what she is doing, sniffs the air and begins salivating, her
[clubhouse] CF \| tail wagging like a windshield wiper on high. You hesitate. The dog
[clubhouse] CF \| clearly wants this bone, and wants it badly.
[clubhouse] CF \| Something tells you it would be a mistake just to give it to
[clubhouse] CF \| her.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "throw bone"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > THROW BONE
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You toss the femur bone carelessly away, and to your surprise, it
[clubhouse] CF \| bounces.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald picks up the discarded femur bone.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "undo"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| > UNDO
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| [Previous turn undone.]
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >		DavidW says, "talk to devora"
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "talk to devora"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > TALK TO DEVORA
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "You're a horror," you say. "No normal mind could imagine â€” a thing
[clubhouse] CF \| more terrible than you!" But Devora isn't listening.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > I
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You are carrying:
[clubhouse] CF \| a jelly doughnut
[clubhouse] CF \| a gun
[clubhouse] CF \| a femur bone
[clubhouse] CF \| a flashlight (providing light)
[clubhouse] CF \| a can of alligator repellent
[clubhouse] CF \| a crowbar
[clubhouse] CF \| a Mary Quant handbag (open)
[clubhouse] CF \| two jelly doughnuts
[clubhouse] CF \| You are wearing:
[clubhouse] CF \| an enormous purple turban
[clubhouse] CF \| some white vinyl go-go boots
[clubhouse] CF \| some contrasting red tights
[clubhouse] CF \| a monochrome mod dress
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >		Roger asks, "maybe THROW wants a direction?"
		DavidW says, "We tried that."
		Roger says, "oh sorry"
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "throw bone east"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > THROW BONE EAST
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| I only understood you as far as wanting to throw the femur bone.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "throw bone out"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > THROW BONE OUT
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| I only understood you as far as wanting to throw the femur bone.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >		Jacqueline says (to Roger), "Yeah, sadly that did not work."
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "chew bone"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > CHEW BONE
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You're not a dog. At least, not anymore. "The Case of the Tsathoggua
[clubhouse] CF \| County Werewolf" was a long time ago now, but the memory still smarts.
[clubhouse] CF \| It took you four months and nine victims to work out that you,
[clubhouse] CF \| yourself were the culprit. You still have to fight down the urge to
[clubhouse] CF \| howl at the full moon.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >		Roger asks, "maybe squeeze it or squeak it?"
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "squeeze bone"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > SQUEEZE BONE
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Squeak! Squeak! The little dog's ears prick up.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > G
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Squeak! Squeak! The little dog's ears prick up.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "throw bone"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > THROW BONE
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You toss the femur bone carelessly away, and to your surprise, it
[clubhouse] CF \| bounces.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "undo"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| > UNDO
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| [Previous turn undone.]
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "squeeze bone"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > SQUEEZE BONE
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Squeak! Squeak! The little dog's ears prick up.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "out"
[clubhouse] CF ] crypt
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > OUT
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Crypt
[clubhouse] CF \| A dismal crypt with vaulted ceiling, now largely destroyed. Sitting in
[clubhouse] CF \| the middle of the wreckage are the remains of a Soviet space capsule.
[clubhouse] CF \| It resembles a shiny metal cone, somewhat scorched, topped with a
[clubhouse] CF \| large, bulbous protrusion.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| The entry hatch has been blown off its hinges by the impact, an eerie
[clubhouse] CF \| green glow issuing from within. Crumbling stone steps lead up into the
[clubhouse] CF \| chapel.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald McRonald follows you out, smiling inanely.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >		DavidW says, "Devora doesn't follow."
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "in"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > IN
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| The inside of the space capsule is a mass of hissing tubes and fizzing
[clubhouse] CF \| cables. Everything is broken, and everything is bathed in an eerie
[clubhouse] CF \| glow from a shimmering curtain of light to the east. Clearly the
[clubhouse] CF \| impact of the crash combined with the cosmic radiation absorbed by the
[clubhouse] CF \| capsule has opened up a rift between the dimensions.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You wonder how you know all this stuff, but it is obviously the
[clubhouse] CF \| powerful atmosphere of cosmic background information.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| The Dread Devora, the most powerful being in the Universe, sits
[clubhouse] CF \| imperiously in her chair of command, working on her psychic amplifier.
[clubhouse] CF \| If ever she finishes that thing â€” it'll be curtains for the
[clubhouse] CF \| human race. She is wearing a space-suit and carrying a space-helmet.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "I don't know about this, McRonald. I just â€” don't know!" you say to
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald, but Donald isn't listening.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald McRonald follows you in, doing his best impression of the Dread
[clubhouse] CF \| Devora.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "talk to devora"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > TALK TO DEVORA
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "This, this thing you're creating," you say, "it's madness, not
[clubhouse] CF \| science!" But Devora isn't listening.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >		Roger says, "maybe it'll come investigate if we squeak in an adjacent room"
		Jacqueline says, "Presumably you can't squeak it from another adjacent location and have her hear it -- yeah"
		DavidW says, "okay"
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "out"
[clubhouse] CF ] crypt
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > OUT
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Crypt
[clubhouse] CF \| A dismal crypt with vaulted ceiling, now largely destroyed. Sitting in
[clubhouse] CF \| the middle of the wreckage are the remains of a Soviet space capsule.
[clubhouse] CF \| It resembles a shiny metal cone, somewhat scorched, topped with a
[clubhouse] CF \| large, bulbous protrusion.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| The entry hatch has been blown off its hinges by the impact, an eerie
[clubhouse] CF \| green glow issuing from within. Crumbling stone steps lead up into the
[clubhouse] CF \| chapel.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "I don't know about this, McRonald. I just â€” don't know!" you say to
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald. Donald shrugs.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald McRonald follows you out, whistling merrily to himself.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >		Jacqueline says (to Roger), "Great minds."
		Jacqueline says, "I mean, I don't think it'll work."
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "squeeze bone"
[clubhouse] CF ] crypt
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > SQUEEZE BONE
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Squeak! Squeak!
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "The night things are all about us, McRonald. Every shadow a
[clubhouse] CF \| beckoning invitation â€” to disaster!" you say to Donald, but Donald
[clubhouse] CF \| isn't listening.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "g"
[clubhouse] CF ] crypt
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > G
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Squeak! Squeak!
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "If we've been seeing things, McRonald, it's because we DID see them,"
[clubhouse] CF \| you say to Donald, but you might as well be talking to yourself.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Sad trombone."
		Roger asks, "could we poison it or something?"
		DavidW asks, "I don't remember any poison. We could try squeeking at the bats, maybe?"
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x stairs"
[clubhouse] CF ] crypt
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > X STAIRS
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Crumbling stone steps leading up to the ruined chapel.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "The night things are all about us, McRonald. Every shadow a
[clubhouse] CF \| beckoning invitation â€” to disaster!" you say to Donald. Donald
[clubhouse] CF \| shrugs.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x capsule"
[clubhouse] CF ] crypt
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > X CAPSULE
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| A shiny metal cone, topped with a large, bulbous protrusion. The entry
[clubhouse] CF \| hatch has been blown off its hinges by the impact, and an eerie green
[clubhouse] CF \| glow issues from within. On the side of the capsule is written
[clubhouse] CF \| "MUTTNIK 3".
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "This swamp is a monument to death. Snakes, alligators, quicksand...
[clubhouse] CF \| all bent on one thing: destruction!" you say to Donald, but you might
[clubhouse] CF \| as well be talking to yourself.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x hatch"
[clubhouse] CF ] crypt
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > X HATCH
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| A standard spacecraft entry hatch with a porthole window. It's been
[clubhouse] CF \| blown clean off by the impact.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "If we've been seeing things, McRonald, it's because we DID see them,"
[clubhouse] CF \| you say to Donald, but Donald is too busy paying scant attention to
[clubhouse] CF \| what is going on.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take hatch"
[clubhouse] CF ] crypt
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > TAKE HATCH
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| It's too heavy to lift!
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "When we're through with all this, Donald, we'll be free to live
[clubhouse] CF \| normally, like normal people do." you say to Donald. Donald shrugs.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "donald, take hatch"
[clubhouse] CF ] crypt
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > DONALD, TAKE HATCH
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| It's too heavy to lift!
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald tries, and fails, to take the space capsule's entry hatch.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x helmet"
[clubhouse] CF ] crypt
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > X HELMET
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You can't see any such thing.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x turban"
[clubhouse] CF ] crypt
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > X TURBAN
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| An enormous purple turban, bedecked with jewels and feathers.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Part of Mandoo the Mystic's schtick was that he claimed to be
[clubhouse] CF \| a Hindu ascetic from deepest India, with all the magical powers those
[clubhouse] CF \| fellows are commonly supposed to have. His police record showed him to
[clubhouse] CF \| be, in actuality, the son of a Baptist preacher from Indiana, but no
[clubhouse] CF \| matter â€”â€” his psychic powers were REAL!!
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| During the Great Circus Incursion, it took the Tsathoggua County
[clubhouse] CF \| Police Department's entire retinue of counter-mystics to subdue
[clubhouse] CF \| Mandoo. Somehow he just seemed immune to their psychic mind control
[clubhouse] CF \| techniques. It was speculated at the time that he was somehow
[clubhouse] CF \| protected by this very turban!
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "You know, it's an interesting thing when you consider: regular people
[clubhouse] CF \| like us, who can think, are so frightened by those who cannot â€” the
[clubhouse] CF \| dead!" you say to Donald, but Donald is too busy doing his best
[clubhouse] CF \| impression of a bogey-man.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >		DavidW says, "I was wondering if the turban granted any active powers beyond its passive protection re mind control."
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "u"
[clubhouse] CF ] ruined chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > U
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Ruined Chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| The chapel has been completely wrecked by the object that fell from
[clubhouse] CF \| the sky. At the far end, the great carven idol of the toad god
[clubhouse] CF \| Tsathoggua lies on its side, whilst a circus calliope plays a furious
[clubhouse] CF \| screamer. From a massive hole in the floor comes a greenish glow.
[clubhouse] CF \| Crumbling stone steps lead down into the crypt, and a Gothic archway
[clubhouse] CF \| leads back out into the cemetery.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald McRonald clambers up after you, paying scant attention to what
[clubhouse] CF \| is going on.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x idol"
[clubhouse] CF ] ruined chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > X IDOL
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| The people of Tsathoggua County are simple, god-fearing country folk
[clubhouse] CF \| like many Americans, the only difference being the god they fear. More
[clubhouse] CF \| like a monstrous toad than a deity, Tsathoggua has been worshiped here
[clubhouse] CF \| ever since 1952, when the mysterious book of Eibon was dictated by
[clubhouse] CF \| Ouija board to a charismatic writer of fantasy fiction. The idol has
[clubhouse] CF \| been knocked onto its side by the mysterious object from space.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x hole"
[clubhouse] CF ] ruined chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > X HOLE
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| A massive hole in the floor, through which can be seen a greenish glow
[clubhouse] CF \| and a curious mist.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take idol"
[clubhouse] CF ] ruined chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > TAKE IDOL
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| There's a gaping, impassable hole between you and the idol. All you
[clubhouse] CF \| can do is look.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "If we ever get out of this swamp, I'll never have anything to do with
[clubhouse] CF \| it again." you say to Donald. Donald shrugs.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "donald, take idol"
[clubhouse] CF ] ruined chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > DONALD, TAKE IDOL
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| There's a gaping, impassable hole between you and the idol. All you
[clubhouse] CF \| can do is look.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald tries, and fails, to take the idol of Tsathoggua.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "They're dead, Donald, dead â€” but not dead the way we know it!" you
[clubhouse] CF \| say to Donald, but you might as well be talking to yourself.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "out"
[clubhouse] CF ] outside the chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > OUT
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Outside The Chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| Here, beneath a shroud of ivy, lurks the ruined chapel, the
[clubhouse] CF \| untrammeled apotheosis of Carpenter Gothic. Steeply pitched gables,
[clubhouse] CF \| fancy finials and pyramidal spires soar skyward in reckless profusion,
[clubhouse] CF \| and everything carvable has been carven to within an inch of
[clubhouse] CF \| structural collapse. The door is open, a strange, green mist breathing
[clubhouse] CF \| from within. From a gigantic hole in the roof comes an eerie light
[clubhouse] CF \| that casts a virid pall over the lowering clouds.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| To the south, east and west, tangled paths weave through lichened
[clubhouse] CF \| headstones before disappearing into the gloom.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| A pile of wooden planks lie discarded by the open door.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "Normal life may seem a little dull after the life we've been living,
[clubhouse] CF \| McRonald, But rather dull and alive than excited and..." you say to
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald, but Donald isn't listening.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald McRonald follows you out, smiling inanely.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
[clubhouse] CF ] shady corner
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > W
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Shady Corner
[clubhouse] CF \| This is a shady corner of the cemetery where some whimsical topiary
[clubhouse] CF \| artist has trimmed all the trees into the shape of trees. There are a
[clubhouse] CF \| fair scattering of variously sized headstones to be seen, including a
[clubhouse] CF \| large broken column, entwined all around by the roots of some twisting
[clubhouse] CF \| tree. High above the scudding clouds, lightning flickers, whilst from
[clubhouse] CF \| the shade of the tupelo trees, lightning bugs pulse as if in answer!
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| To the south looms a massive oak tree, southeast a rutted path leads
[clubhouse] CF \| to a crossroads and to the east is the ruined chapel with its eerie
[clubhouse] CF \| green glow.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| A patter of size 19 boots announces the arrival of Donald McRonald,
[clubhouse] CF \| whistling merrily to himself.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
[clubhouse] CF ] oak tree
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > S
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Oak Tree
[clubhouse] CF \| You stand in the shadow of a vast live oak tree, gnarled and twisted
[clubhouse] CF \| with age and knobbled with bulbous fungoid protrusions. Swags of moss
[clubhouse] CF \| depend from its mighty branches, and hundreds of ragged bats flit
[clubhouse] CF \| about its crown. Beneath the tree, where heaves the turf in many a
[clubhouse] CF \| mouldering heap, is an enormous open grave, surmounted by a colossal
[clubhouse] CF \| tombstone.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| To the north, south and east, meandering pathways disappear into the
[clubhouse] CF \| gloom.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "Monsters! Space people! Mad doctors! They don't teach us about such
[clubhouse] CF \| things in the police academy!" you say to Donald, but you might as
[clubhouse] CF \| well be talking to yourself.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald McRonald saunters up to you, pulling one of his silly faces.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "squeeze done"
[clubhouse] CF ] oak tree
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > SQUEEZE DONE
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You can't see any such thing.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "squeeze bone"
[clubhouse] CF ] oak tree
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > SQUEEZE BONE
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Squeak! Squeak!
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x bats"
[clubhouse] CF ] oak tree
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > X BATS
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Their high-pitched squeaking sets your teeth on edge. Ever since "The
[clubhouse] CF \| Case of the Tsathoggua County Werewolf," your hearing has been
[clubhouse] CF \| somewhat enhanced. After four months and nine victims you finally
[clubhouse] CF \| worked out, to your embarrassment, that the werewolf was you.
[clubhouse] CF \| The memory still smarts, and you still have to fight down the urge to
[clubhouse] CF \| howl at the full moon.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "The night things are all about us, McRonald. Every shadow a
[clubhouse] CF \| beckoning invitation â€” to disaster!" you say to Donald, but Donald
[clubhouse] CF \| isn't listening.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "talk to bats"
[clubhouse] CF ] oak tree
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > TALK TO BATS
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take bats"
[clubhouse] CF ] oak tree
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > TAKE BATS
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| They're hardly portable.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >		Jacqueline asks, "That bit about us being a werewolf... is that just fun backstory, or pertinent?"
		DavidW asks, "Maybe throw the bone at Devora and it will lucky-bounce into the rift?"
		DavidW says (to Jacqueline), "I don't know."
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x moon"
[clubhouse] CF ] oak tree
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > X MOON
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You can't see any such thing.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Okay, that'd be implemented."
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x sky"
[clubhouse] CF ] oak tree
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > X SKY
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| The sky broods with the menace of terrifying storms.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "Monsters! Space people! Mad doctors! They don't teach us about such
[clubhouse] CF \| things in the police academy!" you say to Donald. Donald shrugs.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
[clubhouse] CF ] crossroads
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > E
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Crossroads
[clubhouse] CF \| From here paths lead off in all directions. Directly to the north
[clubhouse] CF \| stands the forbidding ruined chapel, aglow with greenish light. South
[clubhouse] CF \| lies the cemetery entrance. To the west, a spreading oak tree can be
[clubhouse] CF \| seen in the distance, whilst to the east looms the strange, exotic
[clubhouse] CF \| tomb of Mandoo the Mystic. In the ordinal directions, paths meander
[clubhouse] CF \| through the headstones toward the far corners of the cemetery.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| High above the scudding clouds, lightning flickers, whilst from the
[clubhouse] CF \| shade of the tupelo trees, lightning bugs pulse as if in answer!
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "Monsters! Space people! Mad doctors! They don't teach us about such
[clubhouse] CF \| things in the police academy!" you say to Donald, but Donald isn't
[clubhouse] CF \| listening.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Here comes old Donald McRonald again, whistling merrily to himself.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "talk to bugs"
[clubhouse] CF ] crossroads
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > TALK TO BUGS
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "squeeze bone"
[clubhouse] CF ] crossroads
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > SQUEEZE BONE
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Squeak! Squeak!
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "So much for my hope of an epic werewolf vs space dog boss battle."
		DavidW says, "sorry!"
		Jacqueline says, "It is what it is."
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
[clubhouse] CF ] outside the chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > N
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Outside The Chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| Here, beneath a shroud of ivy, lurks the ruined chapel, the
[clubhouse] CF \| untrammeled apotheosis of Carpenter Gothic. Steeply pitched gables,
[clubhouse] CF \| fancy finials and pyramidal spires soar skyward in reckless profusion,
[clubhouse] CF \| and everything carvable has been carven to within an inch of
[clubhouse] CF \| structural collapse. The door is open, a strange, green mist breathing
[clubhouse] CF \| from within. From a gigantic hole in the roof comes an eerie light
[clubhouse] CF \| that casts a virid pall over the lowering clouds.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| To the south, east and west, tangled paths weave through lichened
[clubhouse] CF \| headstones before disappearing into the gloom.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| A pile of wooden planks lie discarded by the open door.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| A patter of size 19 boots announces the arrival of Donald McRonald,
[clubhouse] CF \| paying scant attention to what is going on.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take plank"
[clubhouse] CF ] outside the chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > TAKE PLANK
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You can't see any such thing.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "search planks"
[clubhouse] CF ] outside the chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > SEARCH PLANKS
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You find nothing of interest.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
[clubhouse] CF ] outside the chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > N
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| From here, you can go south, east, west, and inside.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "search pile"
[clubhouse] CF ] outside the chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > SEARCH PILE
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You can't see any such thing.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "in"
[clubhouse] CF ] ruined chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > IN
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Ruined Chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| The chapel has been completely wrecked by the object that fell from
[clubhouse] CF \| the sky. At the far end, the great carven idol of the toad god
[clubhouse] CF \| Tsathoggua lies on its side, whilst a circus calliope plays a furious
[clubhouse] CF \| screamer. From a massive hole in the floor comes a greenish glow.
[clubhouse] CF \| Crumbling stone steps lead down into the crypt, and a Gothic archway
[clubhouse] CF \| leads back out into the cemetery.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald McRonald follows you in, whistling merrily to himself.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x calliope"
[clubhouse] CF ] ruined chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > X CALLIOPE
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| In place of an organ, the chapel has a calliope, salvaged from the
[clubhouse] CF \| wreckage of the big top following the Great Circus Incursion. The
[clubhouse] CF \| impact of the Soviet Space Capsule seems to have damaged it â€” it's
[clubhouse] CF \| now
[clubhouse] CF \| playing "Thunder and Blazes" on an endless loop!
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take it"
[clubhouse] CF ] ruined chapel
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > TAKE IT
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| There's a gaping, impassable hole between you and the calliope. All
[clubhouse] CF \| you can do is look.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "d"
[clubhouse] CF ] crypt
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > D
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Crypt
[clubhouse] CF \| A dismal crypt with vaulted ceiling, now largely destroyed. Sitting in
[clubhouse] CF \| the middle of the wreckage are the remains of a Soviet space capsule.
[clubhouse] CF \| It resembles a shiny metal cone, somewhat scorched, topped with a
[clubhouse] CF \| large, bulbous protrusion.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| The entry hatch has been blown off its hinges by the impact, an eerie
[clubhouse] CF \| green glow issuing from within. Crumbling stone steps lead up into the
[clubhouse] CF \| chapel.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald McRonald clambers down after you, doing his best impression of
[clubhouse] CF \| a bogey-man.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "in"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > IN
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| The inside of the space capsule is a mass of hissing tubes and fizzing
[clubhouse] CF \| cables. Everything is broken, and everything is bathed in an eerie
[clubhouse] CF \| glow from a shimmering curtain of light to the east. Clearly the
[clubhouse] CF \| impact of the crash combined with the cosmic radiation absorbed by the
[clubhouse] CF \| capsule has opened up a rift between the dimensions.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You wonder how you know all this stuff, but it is obviously the
[clubhouse] CF \| powerful atmosphere of cosmic background information.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| The Dread Devora, the most powerful being in the Universe, sits
[clubhouse] CF \| imperiously in her chair of command, working on her psychic amplifier.
[clubhouse] CF \| If ever she finishes that thing â€” it'll be curtains for the
[clubhouse] CF \| human race. She is wearing a space-suit and carrying a space-helmet.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Donald McRonald follows you in, paying scant attention to what is
[clubhouse] CF \| going on.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "arrest devora"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > ARREST DEVORA
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| That's not a verb I recognize.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "throw bone at devora"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > THROW BONE AT DEVORA
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You lack the nerve when it comes to the crucial moment.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "heh."
		Jacqueline says, "I'd honestly have been mad if 'arrest devora' was the simple thing that won the game."
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "hit devora with bone"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > HIT DEVORA WITH BONE
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| I only understood you as far as wanting to hit the Dread Devora.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "hit devora"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > HIT DEVORA
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Violence isn't the answer to this one.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop bone"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > DROP BONE
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Dropped.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "undo"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| > UNDO
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| [Previous turn undone.]
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > L
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| ## Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| The inside of the space capsule is a mass of hissing tubes and fizzing
[clubhouse] CF \| cables. Everything is broken, and everything is bathed in an eerie
[clubhouse] CF \| glow from a shimmering curtain of light to the east. Clearly the
[clubhouse] CF \| impact of the crash combined with the cosmic radiation absorbed by the
[clubhouse] CF \| capsule has opened up a rift between the dimensions.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You wonder how you know all this stuff, but it is obviously the
[clubhouse] CF \| powerful atmosphere of cosmic background information.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Officer Donald McRonald stands nearby, pulling one of his silly faces.
[clubhouse] CF \| He is carrying a cigarette lighter.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| The Dread Devora, the most powerful being in the Universe, sits
[clubhouse] CF \| imperiously in her chair of command, working on her psychic amplifier.
[clubhouse] CF \| If ever she finishes that thing â€” it'll be curtains for the
[clubhouse] CF \| human race. She is wearing a space-suit and carrying a space-helmet.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x curtain"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > X CURTAIN
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| A weak point in the barrier between dimensions, the cosmic curtain is
[clubhouse] CF \| a solid fog of atomic particles, forming a celestial veil between the
[clubhouse] CF \| etheric planes. Who can say what lies beyond? Perhaps a higher
[clubhouse] CF \| dimension of unimaginable vastness and complexity! Perhaps a lower
[clubhouse] CF \| order. There is only one way to find out, and that is to cross the
[clubhouse] CF \| veil, but a brave soul indeed would be the one who walked â€”
[clubhouse] CF \| between two worlds!
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| >		DavidW says, "Oh. It answers to CURTAIN, not RIFT."
		Jacqueline says, "ugh"
[clubhouse] DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "throw bone at curtain"
[clubhouse] CF ] Space Capsule
[clubhouse] CF \| >
[clubhouse] CF \| > THROW BONE AT CURTAIN
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| You hurl the bone into the shimmering veil of light, whereupon it is
[clubhouse] CF \| swiftly followed by one salivating space dog. As she enters the cosmic
[clubhouse] CF \| curtain there is a flash of light. As if a switch had been turned, as
[clubhouse] CF \| if an eye had been blinked, as if some phantom force in the Universe
[clubhouse] CF \| had made a move eons beyond our comprehension, suddenly, there is no
[clubhouse] CF \| veil! There is no bone, and there is no hyper-intelligent space dog!
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Case in point: The line between science fiction and science fact is
[clubhouse] CF \| microscopically thin â€” and so is the Dread Devora. In pursuit of her
[clubhouse] CF \| prize she has unwittingly stepped into the second dimension â€”
[clubhouse] CF \| becoming
[clubhouse] CF \| as flat as a pancake! As three pancakes! With maple syrup! And once
[clubhouse] CF \| that line has been crossed â€” it can never be recrossed! The Dread
[clubhouse] CF \| Devora is doomed to spend the rest of her days as a mere cipher, like
[clubhouse] CF \| the denizens of Plato's cave or the characters on a movie screen â€” a
[clubhouse] CF \| projection on a wall, to be glimpsed on moonless nights by
[clubhouse] CF \| star-crossed lovers taking shortcuts across the cemetery!
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "She tampered in God's domain, McRonald," you say. Donald shrugs.
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| "And so our story ends," says the ringmaster, sitting upright in his
[clubhouse] CF \| musty casket. "The story of a truth too huge, too fantastic not to be
[clubhouse] CF \| told! Thanks to you, Detective Frank Douglas, and the intrepid,
[clubhouse] CF \| fearless Donald, the terrible threat to planet Earth has been averted!
[clubhouse] CF \| But beware â€” take care! For the deadly cosmic radiation still lingers
[clubhouse] CF \| in the old cemetery. Make a wide path around the unholy grounds of the
[clubhouse] CF \| night people. Who can say we do not exist â€” can you? But now, we
[clubhouse] CF \| return to our graves, and you, may join us soon!"
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| * THE END *
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \|
[clubhouse] CF \| Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the
[clubhouse] CF \| last command?
[clubhouse] CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "OMG"
		Jacqueline says, "OMG OMG OMG"
		Jacqueline flips an unimplemented table.
		Roger says, "yeah that could have been hinted/clued better"
		DavidW says, "I had the right idea but used the wrong noun."
		Jacqueline says, "Or just had an implemented synonym."
		Roger says, "thanks for sticking with it"
		Jacqueline says, "I mean, otherwise delightfully wonderfully silly good game."
		Roger says, "yeah it scores a lot of points on theme and mood"
		DavidW says, "yeah, agreed"