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| inky goes southwest to play with toys. | ||||
| Toyshop and Floyditorium | ||||
| Bulging toychests make this a child's (or child-at-heart's) dream. Play all day, play all night. A small booth has been erected and is staffed by a friendly robot. The sign over it says, "INFOKOM GAMEZ 5 cents". A small notice on the door reads, "PLEASE RETURN TOYS TO THIS ROOM WHEN YOU'RE DONE WITH THEM." | ||||
| You can see: green button, banana machine, faucets, toy catalogue, a crystal ball, cuddly walrus, clicker, you're the birthday boy or girl, cloak, GPL DONUTS machine, psych rule, rot13 for tf, tic-tac-toe, bugs with inkytry, an enchanted wobblefiend, mime decoder 2, thermometer, monkey guru, yellow button, waldo whisper object, rubble, checkers board, Werewolf rules, bunny burger, grape, specimen jar, signaling device, person finder, Mike Tyson, IF Programmer Barbie, a zorkmid, IF FLOYD'S DOWN, TELL JOTA -- OR ELSE HE WON'T KNOW, pulsating orb, Gak, Autohugger, Photocopier, basketball, midterm monster, orange door, frobozz magic dispenser, fun shiny toy, madlibs, werewolf poetry, orange, soda reading 'Don't drink me!', jukebox, Gene Ray, FREE DONUTS machine, storyharp, no bananas, blue Battleship board, public Battleship viewer, long-stemmed red rose, red Battleship board, jellybean, wad of bills, rubber chicken with a pully in the middle, cork nut, cork nut, cork nut, dfan's quest, the 'completely and unremarkable' cube, a pair of dice, miniature ifMUD, Pun Police Whistle | ||||
| Players: Waldo, Floyd, olethros, inky | ||||
| Visible Exits: northeast (to the Lounge) | ||||
| DavidW arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Hello, IFers." | ||||
| olethros asks, "gowr?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "hi Jacqueline" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks (of olethros), "gowr?" | DavidW says, "I wonder if ClubFloyd should have a motto or cheer or rallying call or whatever." | |||
| Matthew arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | ||||
| You do not have a default channel set. | ||||
| jerith arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | Jacqueline asks, "Heh. Such as?" | |||
| DavidW says, "I dunno. Just thinking out loud." | ||||
| inky says, "onwards! death before undo!" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "snrk - so far that seems not inappropriate. Especially given Nevermore." | ||||
| DavidW says, "I looked at the SPAG reviews of Fear earlier today. Apparently the puzzles will be on the hard side." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, good thing we have some smart people here." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Here we go..." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "load fear" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | You are running for your life down dark, labyrinthine corridors, your Floyd | heart pounding almost as loudly as the heavy boots of your relentless Floyd | pursuer. But your legs are collapsing under you, your breaths coming in Floyd | ragged gasps. At the last, strength fails you and you collapse Floyd | face-down upon the unforgiving concrete. Cold hands grasp your neck, Floyd | hauling you upright, forcing your unwilling eyes open to gaze into the Floyd | hard, cruel, familiar face of your captor - and you scream with the Floyd | horrible recognition that those twisted features are your own. Floyd | Floyd | You are still screaming when you awaken in sweat-drenched clothes, Floyd | deeply relieved that it was only a dream. Yet something is not right. Floyd | Why does the darkness beyond the window look so threatening? Why do the Floyd | sounds of the night bear such menace? Indeed, why are you in such Floyd | constant... Floyd | Floyd | FEAR Floyd | An Interactive Nightmare Floyd | For information, type "about" Floyd | Release 1 / Serial number 961012 / Inform v1502 Library 5/12 Floyd | Standard interpreter 1.0 Floyd | Floyd | Bedroom (on the bed) Floyd | This first-floor room is almost uncomfortably warm and well-lit. The Floyd | bed sits against the east wall, and curtains cover the windows to the Floyd | south. A calendar hangs from a hook on one wall, and the exit is to the Floyd | north. Floyd | Floyd | On the bedside table are a pillbox (which is closed) (in which are nine Floyd | white pills), a small leaflet and a telephone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga arrives, full of fun and funk. | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "about" | ||||
Floyd | "Fear" is copyright 1996 by Chuan-Tze Teo. It may be copied and Floyd | distributed freely in its original, unmodified form. As it is free, Floyd | absolutely no warranty is provided. Floyd | Floyd | If you're new to the interactive fiction genre, the game will respond Floyd | to short English phrases such as GO NORTH and GET PILLBOX FROM TABLE. Floyd | Floyd | There is an extensive help system which gives progressively more Floyd | explicit hints and contains the solutions to all puzzles in the game, Floyd | should you get stuck. To access it, type HELP. To disable it for the Floyd | current game, type HELP OFF. Floyd | Floyd | Many thanks to: Dave Gatewood, Gord Jeoffroy, Petter Sjoelund and Floyd | Cameron Smith (beta testing), Graham Nelson (Inform/Infoclues). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| jerith has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | DavidW says, "oh good. There is in-game help." | |||
| inky says, "hunh, support for about" | ||||
| DavidW says, "More pills, I see. Had enough of pills from last week." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks (of inky), "What? You don't expect that from a 1996 game?" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x leaflet" | ||||
Floyd | A folded piece of paper printed in annoyingly small lettering. Floyd | It reads: Floyd | Floyd | Cyclazone (R) - Antidepressant Floyd | Floyd | Dosage - one pill every twenty-four hours or until symptoms clear. Floyd | Effects slowly increase over the first twelve hours. UNDER NO Floyd | CIRCUMSTANCES SHOULD RECOMMENDED DOSAGE EVER BE EXCEEDED. Floyd | Floyd | Possible rare side effects - mild disorientation, temporary amnesia, Floyd | partial loss of coordination. Do not drive motor vehicles while under Floyd | treatment. Floyd | Floyd | Mode of action - (from here on, the leaflet consists largely of Floyd | arcane biochemical terminology which you find incomprehensible.) Floyd | Floyd | Amnesia, eh? You wonder just what possessed you to take part in the Floyd | first trial of an experimental drug. To your horror, you can't recall. Floyd | Floyd | You feel suddenly claustrophobic as you hear a rustling nearby. What Floyd | lurks in the shadows, waiting to pounce? Floyd | Floyd | > | maga asks, "free-for-all?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "That seems to be the preference when it's doable." | ||||
| inky says, "side effetcs include amnesia, mazes, and hunger puzzles" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hook" | ||||
Floyd | The calendar is turned to the page for the month of March. It bears a Floyd | photograph of a snow-covered mountain range. Down the right-hand side Floyd | are little entries for each day: Floyd | Floyd | Sat 1 Mar: Floyd | Sun 2 Mar: Floyd | Mon 3 Mar: Call drug research people 6pm Floyd | Tue 4 Mar: first dose 6:30pm Floyd | Floyd | These entries are crossed through, and the rest of the calendar is Floyd | blank. Floyd | Floyd | The house is strangely unfamiliar, as if you'd read about it in a book Floyd | but never actually set foot inside before. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "yay, seems excellent" | |||
| olethros says (to floyd), "call mom" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "time" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
| DavidW says (to olethros), "'f call mom'" | Jacqueline says, "Whoa lag." | |||
Floyd | There is no dial tone. Returning the handset to its cradle, you feel Floyd | even more helpless and alone. Floyd | Floyd | As you try to compose your mind, dark memories wash over you: Floyd | explosions, death, the tolling of funeral bells, gloom, isolation. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | [time -> tie] Floyd | What do you want to tie? Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | You are carrying nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh shoot - we didn't tinker with turning that spelling option off." | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "think about rainy soul miasma" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to think. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get pill" | ||||
Floyd | The pillbox is not open. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to maga), "heh" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "open pillbox. take pill. eat it" | ||||
Floyd | You open the pillbox. Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | The pill dissolves quickly on your tongue, and within moments a feeling Floyd | of disorientation and vertigo overcomes you. Then the walls of the Floyd | house seem to press in around you, suffocating and crushing - and then Floyd | you are stumbling, running in blind panic for the stairs, pursued by Floyd | horrors of every description, maniacal laughter and agonized screams Floyd | ringing in your ears, and somehow one of the steps lurches upwards, Floyd | sending you hurtling down headfirst into the monsters waiting at the Floyd | foot of the stairs... Floyd | Floyd | You were found with a broken neck. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In that game you scored 0 out of a possible 36, in 8 turns, which gives Floyd | you the rank of gibbering Lunatic. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, give the FULL score Floyd | for that game or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says, "whoops" | DavidW says, "Just take the whole pillbox." | |||
| inky says, "I guess that's why they said only take one" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Bedroom Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | [Can't "undo" twice in succession. Sorry!] Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "onwards! death before undo!" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You'll have to get off the bed first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "stand" | ||||
Floyd | You get off the bed. Floyd | Floyd | Bedroom Floyd | Floyd | On the bedside table are a telephone, a pillbox (which is closed) (in Floyd | which are nine white pills) and a small leaflet. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Hm. Who would have thought that a game called 'Fear' would be so dark?" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x windows" | ||||
Floyd | The windows shield you from the terror and cold of the outside world. Floyd | On the other side of the glass, steel grilles fixed to the wall prevent Floyd | intruders breaking in this way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "north" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor (by ladder) Floyd | A ladder hangs down from a dark square hole in the high ceiling of this Floyd | unadorned corridor. Identical doors to the north, east and south lead Floyd | to various rooms. To the west, hanging over the stairs, a bright Floyd | electric lamp provides illumination. Floyd | Floyd | Seeing the ladder suddenly reminds you where you left the house keys. Floyd | They fell out of your pocket in the attic yesterday afternoon. Floyd | Floyd | You catch a flurry of movement out of the corner of your eye, but when Floyd | you turn there is nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "up" | ||||
Floyd | The light switch is a long way from the entrance, and from the strange Floyd | noises you hear occasionally, there could be anything up there. You Floyd | can't muster the courage to brave the dark. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "woo light puzzle" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Guess we find the switch." | ||||
| Gunther arrives, full of fun and funk. | ||||
| Jacqueline goes south. | ||||
| maga exclaims (at Jacq), "come back!" | ||||
| Jacqueline arrives, full of funk and fun. | Jacqueline asks, "Did I miss anything?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "I meant to tell FLOYD to go south, not ME!" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I looked at the ladder." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||||
| DavidW says, "We came from the south." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, do look at it again so I can get it in the transcript." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x ladder" | Jacqueline asks (of DW), "Yeah, but was the switch down there?" | |||
Floyd | The old and rickety-looking wooden ladder is fixed to something at the Floyd | top end, though you can't see what very clearly from down here. The Floyd | hole leads to the attic. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Guest Room Floyd | A small, windowless and rather cramped bedroom. Perhaps that explains Floyd | why overnight visitors are so infrequent. Floyd | Floyd | You can see an ornamental plate and a dusty leather-bound book here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x plate" | ||||
Floyd | A small, rather attractive copper plate inlaid with intricate silver Floyd | patterns. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x book" | ||||
Floyd | The title of the book is "The Pyramids of Egypt". Written by a 19th Floyd | century archaeologist whose name you can't pronounce, it describes Floyd | several of the monuments in excruciating detail, almost down to the Floyd | precise measurements of each brick. Idly flipping through the dull Floyd | volume, your eyes are drawn to a few paragraphs speculating on the Floyd | existence of yet undiscovered pyramids hidden beneath the shifting Floyd | desert sands. You set the book aside. Floyd | Floyd | Suddenly, you recall that holiday you took in Egypt several years ago, Floyd | and the memories - slowly at first, but then faster and faster - flash Floyd | back to you, images of clear skies, desolate sands, ancient ruins, Floyd | clearer and closer as time itself seems to dissolve, statues almost Floyd | tangibly solid, spiralling ever inward until memory and consciousness Floyd | converge... Floyd | Floyd | By Pyramid Entrance Floyd | You'd left the tour bus behind for the afternoon to investigate this Floyd | recently discovered monument, the tomb of an obscure twelfth dynasty Floyd | ruler. It made headlines when it was discovered following the violent Floyd | desert storms of last summer, and the sand still lingers around its Floyd | base. Hardly any tourists have heard of this place, and not having to Floyd | put up with the endless babbling is part of the attraction for you. The Floyd | hot sun reflects blindingly off the polished white limestone of the Floyd | casing. Floyd | Floyd | The view from this slightly wobbly wooden platform halfway up the Floyd | pyramid would doubtless be magnificent, were there anything to look at Floyd | other than desert. To the west are rickety stairs leading back to the Floyd | ground, and to the east a dim passage descends into the man-made Floyd | mountain. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "whoa text dump" | |||
| DavidW says, "also, we've changed locations." | ||||
| maga says, "ur framestory a splode" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "So we did." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "So much for our attic light puzzle." | ||||
| inky says, "oh yeah" | ||||
| inky says, "now I remember this has lots of jumps into subsections" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | an electric torch (providing light) Floyd | Floyd | > | maga asks, "it's been under the sand for centuries but somehow it's still polished?" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to maga), "shh" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Sloping Passage Floyd | This narrow, low-ceilinged passage with smooth granite walls slopes Floyd | downwards and eastwards into the heart of the vast edifice. It is cool Floyd | inside, a welcome relief from the baking desert sun. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Sloping Gallery Floyd | The narrow passage from the west opens out into a wide sloping gallery Floyd | that descends eastwards into what appears to be a burial chamber. Tall Floyd | pillars set against the walls hold up the high ceiling. The walls are Floyd | inscribed with scenes from the Egyptian Book of the Dead. Floyd | Floyd | Only your footfalls break the silence, echoing ever fainter into the Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x scenes" | ||||
Floyd | The inscriptions show deities with the heads of birds and jackals Floyd | presiding over the judgment of the deceased on one wall, and serene Floyd | images of the pharoah's abode in the afterlife on the other. Underneath Floyd | the pictures are indecipherable hieroglyphics which you guess to be Floyd | ancient prayers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x hieroglyphics" | ||||
Floyd | The inscriptions show deities with the heads of birds and jackals Floyd | presiding over the judgment of the deceased on one wall, and serene Floyd | images of the pharoah's abode in the afterlife on the other. Underneath Floyd | the pictures are indecipherable hieroglyphics which you guess to be Floyd | ancient prayers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pray" | ||||
Floyd | Nothing practical results from your prayer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pillars" | ||||
Floyd | The square pillars are more functional than decorative; their smooth Floyd | surfaces are plain and unadorned. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x pillars" | ||||
Floyd | The square pillars are more functional than decorative; their smooth Floyd | surfaces are plain and unadorned. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "I remember finishing this game but not how" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Burial Chamber Floyd | What a disappointment. This chamber must have once been filled with Floyd | treasures beyond imagination, before the museums plundered its wealth. Floyd | Dark patches of stone on the floor are the only indication of where Floyd | valuable artifacts once stood, while the walls stand bare and forlorn. Floyd | The massive sarcophagus remains in the centre of the room, but only, Floyd | you suspect, because of its sheer weight. Floyd | Floyd | The sarcophagus lid bears a menacing engraving of the spirit of the Floyd | deceased Pharoah calling down maledictions upon all who would defile Floyd | his tomb. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "We already finished it. Inky killed us." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "So that's one way to finish." | ||||
| olethros says, "snrk" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x engraving" | ||||
Floyd | Upon closer examination, you realise this huge box could never have fit Floyd | through the entrance passage; it appears to have been carved out of one Floyd | immense, smooth-polished chunk of marble. The lid is as thick as your Floyd | hand is wide, and is positioned an inch or so off centre. Floyd | Floyd | The image of the dead ruler's face, the only adornment on this box, Floyd | somehow fills you with dread. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x face" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "open box" | ||||
Floyd | Despite your best efforts, the lid refuses to budge. Besides, even if Floyd | you were to somehow get it open, everything of interest is surely in a Floyd | museum by now. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "inky does nothing but kill us" | |||
| olethros asks, "or is it?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Gunther), "Maybe he doesn't like us." | ||||
| DavidW says, "hm. The lid is 'off centre' though." | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "push lid" | ||||
Floyd | Despite your best efforts, the lid refuses to budge. Besides, even if Floyd | you were to somehow get it open, everything of interest is surely in a Floyd | museum by now. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "l in box" | ||||
Floyd | Despite your best efforts, the lid refuses to budge. Besides, even if Floyd | you were to somehow get it open, everything of interest is surely in a Floyd | museum by now. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "look under lid" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x face" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "sometimes I just get us captured!" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x patches" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you need to refer to in the course of this game. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to inky), "That is not very nice either, for what it's worth." | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x engraving" | ||||
Floyd | Upon closer examination, you realise this huge box could never have fit Floyd | through the entrance passage; it appears to have been carved out of one Floyd | immense, smooth-polished chunk of marble. The lid is as thick as your Floyd | hand is wide, and is positioned an inch or so off centre. Floyd | Floyd | The image of the dead ruler's face, the only adornment on this box, Floyd | somehow fills you with dread. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x image" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x lid" | ||||
Floyd | Upon closer examination, you realise this huge box could never have fit Floyd | through the entrance passage; it appears to have been carved out of one Floyd | immense, smooth-polished chunk of marble. The lid is as thick as your Floyd | hand is wide, and is positioned an inch or so off centre. Floyd | Floyd | The image of the dead ruler's face, the only adornment on this box, Floyd | somehow fills you with dread. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Well, that's probably as well that we can't see the face, since it frightens us." | |||
| olethros says, "rowr" | ||||
| DavidW says, "maybe we need to wander more. Find a crowbar thingy" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "hm - sure" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Burial Chamber Floyd | What a disappointment. This chamber must have once been filled with Floyd | treasures beyond imagination, before the museums plundered its wealth. Floyd | Dark patches of stone on the floor are the only indication of where Floyd | valuable artifacts once stood, while the walls stand bare and forlorn. Floyd | The massive sarcophagus remains in the centre of the room, but only, Floyd | you suspect, because of its sheer weight. Floyd | Floyd | The sarcophagus lid bears a menacing engraving of the spirit of the Floyd | deceased Pharoah calling down maledictions upon all who would defile Floyd | his tomb. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | But you aren't in anything at the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | As you turn to leave, you feel strangely compelled to glance back at Floyd | the defiled sarcophagus one more time. A tiny flicker in the shadows. Floyd | Did the Pharoah's lips move in a curse? At that moment, your torch Floyd | somehow slips from your panicking hands, and you dive for it in the Floyd | wildly flickering light. As if guided by an unseen hand, it rolls into Floyd | a small gap at the foot of the north wall that you somehow hadn't Floyd | noticed earlier, plunging you into complete darkness. Two heartbeats Floyd | later, you hear what must surely be your torch shattering on a hard Floyd | surface, followed shortly by the awful grinding noise of stone against Floyd | stone in the distance, echoing through the empty chamber... Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | You are groping around blindly in the dark. The walls and floor are Floyd | smooth, cold stone. The imposing sarcophagus, thankfully, is still Floyd | closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks (of olethros), "rowr? Was that a mischannel or did I miss something?" | |||
| inky says, "noooo" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "enter sarcophagus" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "this game is going to be entirely composed of 'oh shit' moments, isn't it" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "feel floor" | ||||
Floyd | There doesn't seem to be anything remarkable about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x gap" | ||||
Floyd | The rectangular hole is about two feet wide and just tall enough for Floyd | you, with some trepidation, to stick your arm into. It leads to a Floyd | seemingly vertical, square, smooth-walled shaft. On its back wall is a Floyd | curiously protruding stone. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says (to maga), "FEAR" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Quite probably." | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "feel wall" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the north wall, the south wall, the east wall, the Floyd | west wall, the northeast wall, the southeast wall, the northwest wall Floyd | or the southwest wall? Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "curiously protruding" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x stone" | ||||
Floyd | It feels surprisingly rough compared to the smooth walls of the shaft Floyd | from which it sticks out an inch or so. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "push it!" | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "Also, are you allowed to just wander into newly discovered tombs by yourself when traveling in Egypt?" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "push stone" | ||||
Floyd | Bracing your feet against the sarcophagus, you push against the stone Floyd | with all your strength, and as it slides inwards you feel air move Floyd | against your face and hear grinding from the wall just in front of you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footsteps echo eerily back to you in the chilly air of the Floyd | lightless gallery. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says (to Jacq), "do not question the rationality of my crazy antidepressant-fueled hallucination" | |||
| olethros asks, "what stone?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to maga), "Yes, dear." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x stone" | ||||
Floyd | Your spirits sink. The slab feels solid and is impervious to your Floyd | efforts. Upon its surface are engraved the images of bird-headed Floyd | Egyptian deities, their sharp vulture-beaks open as if to devour Floyd | desecrators. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I'm not sure where we are now." | |||
| inky says, "I think we walked back into the gallery" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Oops - I think we might be a desecrator." | ||||
| inky says, "but a wall's come down" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "i FEAR we will be devoured by vultures!" | ||||
| maga says, "I'm confused as to which slab this is" | ||||
| olethros says, "the game's descriptions make no sense because ..." | ||||
| You approach the orange door and it obediently slides open with a satisfying *swoosh*. You walk through it... | ||||
| Jacqueline goes south. | ||||
| Jacqueline arrives, full of funk and fun. | Jacqueline asks, "Did I miss anything?" | |||
| DavidW says, "I don't remember a slab." | ||||
| olethros says, "a slab of hash" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Damn I need to quit doing that!" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footsteps echo eerily back to you in the chilly air of the Floyd | lightless gallery. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros asks, "where are we? in the shaft?" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | You get about six feet into the entrance passage before running, Floyd | literally, into a stone slab that seals you inside the tomb. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "*that* slab" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x beaks" | ||||
Floyd | [beaks -> beak] Floyd | You don't feel any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "images" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x slab" | ||||
| DavidW says, "ok, I've moved the orange door elsewhere." | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | Your spirits sink. The slab feels solid and is impervious to your Floyd | efforts. Upon its surface are engraved the images of bird-headed Floyd | Egyptian deities, their sharp vulture-beaks open as if to devour Floyd | desecrators. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x images" | ||||
Floyd | You don't feel any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x box" | ||||
Floyd | Still massive, immovable and unopenable. Running your fingers over the Floyd | engraved pharoah, you could almost swear that his features have Floyd | contorted ever so slightly into a leer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "take torch" | ||||
Floyd | You don't feel any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "hm, I think we still need to do somethin with the box" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x hole" | ||||
Floyd | The hole is now two foot square, wide enough for you to squeeze Floyd | through. It leads to a seemingly vertical, square, smooth-walled shaft. Floyd | On its back wall is a curiously protruding stone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "kiss box" | ||||
Floyd | You can only do that to something animate. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "enter hole" | ||||
Floyd | You carefully lower yourself, feet first, into the cramped shaft. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness (in a shaft) Floyd | You are braced against the cold stone walls of a narrow, claustrophobic Floyd | square shaft, trying unsuccessfully to avoid thinking about burial in a Floyd | tall coffin. You could climb down with some care, or crawl back up into Floyd | the sarcophagus room. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "aha" | |||
| olethros says, "down down!" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness (at the bottom of a shaft) Floyd | You are at the bottom of the narrow shaft. On the floor is a heap of Floyd | debris that cracks and crumbles under your feet. The air here has an Floyd | unpleasant smell of decay. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Let's go down!" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x debris" | ||||
Floyd | This must have been some ancient mechanism of wood and rope, rotted Floyd | away over the centuries and now completely unrecognisable. The useless, Floyd | broken remains of your torch are scattered in this heap; you nearly cut Floyd | yourself on a fragment of glass from the bulb. The remnants of several Floyd | ancient ropes seem to lead underneath the south wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Timing." | |||
| olethros says, "I find decay quite pleasant thank you" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search debris" | ||||
Floyd | This must have been some ancient mechanism of wood and rope, rotted Floyd | away over the centuries and now completely unrecognisable. The useless, Floyd | broken remains of your torch are scattered in this heap; you nearly cut Floyd | yourself on a fragment of glass from the bulb. The remnants of several Floyd | ancient ropes seem to lead underneath the south wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros asks, "is that an electric torch then?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x ropes" | ||||
Floyd | The ropes have a grisly and decayed texture. Whatever their function Floyd | was, they have performed it for the last time. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "our torch." | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "get ropes" | ||||
Floyd | The ropes disintegrate in your hands. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to olethros), "Yeah." | |||
| DavidW says, "and yes" | ||||
| maga says, "turdpacks" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "bah, no atompshere if you dont ahve a sputtering smoky torch" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x south wall" | ||||
Floyd | This wall has a different texture from the rest, and seems to have Floyd | several cracks in it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "take torch" | ||||
Floyd | As the bulb is broken, it's no use to you now. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "stick finger in crack" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "hit south wall" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | The wall collapses outwards with a loud crash, the noise of its fall Floyd | resounding from what must be a cavernous chamber. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "woo" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "woot" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros looks at his finger in amazement. | |||
| maga says, "the Jones School of Archaeological Sensitivity" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to olethors), "maga hit the wall, it wasn't your finger" | ||||
| olethros says (to Jacqueline), "I know, I was joking" | ||||
| DavidW says, "ha ha" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||||
Floyd | You hear nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "oh. Oops." | |||
| Jacqueline smiles. | ||||
| olethros asks, "is my humour so subtle?" | ||||
| maga says, "we're totally about to fall down a pit and die" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "No, I am just not awake today or something, I guess." | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "or get carried off by bats" | |||
| olethros says, "or a statue" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "FWEEP! FWEEP! FWEEP!" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "breathe deeply" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x statue" | ||||
Floyd | A statue, slightly taller than you, of a bird-headed god with open eyes Floyd | and a closed beak. In one hand it holds a crook, and in the other an Floyd | eight-pointed star. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "take crook" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x star" | ||||
Floyd | It seems to be fixed to the statue firmly. You can neither move nor Floyd | remove it. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | The eight-pointed star rests on the statue's outstretched palm, a tiny Floyd | eye engraved on each point. You can turn it slightly, but it always Floyd | seems to spring back to the same orientation. Floyd | Floyd | You fervently hope that no poisonous creatures inhabit this place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x crook" | ||||
Floyd | A short crooked staff of stone, about the length of your arm. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "pull staff" | ||||
Floyd | It seems to be fixed to the statue firmly. You can neither move nor Floyd | remove it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take star" | ||||
Floyd | It seems to be an integral part of the statue. You can't remove it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "close eyes" | ||||
Floyd | Your fingers are unable to manipulate the eyes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "look behind statue" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to look. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "eight-pointed star suggests compass" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn star to n" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to turn the s. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "indeed" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn star" | ||||
Floyd | The eight-pointed star rests on the statue's outstretched palm, a tiny Floyd | eye engraved on each point. You can turn it slightly, but it always Floyd | seems to spring back to the same orientation. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "statue, hello" | ||||
Floyd | You can't talk to the statue. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "We went west. Are there statues in the other 8 directions?" | |||
| DavidW says, "er, other 7" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "open beak" | ||||
Floyd | The beak is closed. Although it seems to wobble a little, you are Floyd | unable to manipulate it manually. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Hm, possibly - let's check it out." | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x eyes" | ||||
Floyd | The eyelids are open, and the orbs beneath are smooth and cold. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "close eyes" | ||||
Floyd | Your fingers are unable to manipulate the eyes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "okay, there's that idea shot" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "no, not necessarily" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "exits" | ||||
Floyd | [exits -> exit] Floyd | But you aren't in anything at the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "yay, darkness maze" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to maga), "You have a strange taste in puzzles." | ||||
| maga says (to Jacq), "I have an irrational terror of good game design" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "I am not so sure...we still ahven't got a 'you cant go that way'" | |||
| olethros says, "oh we did" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I'd like to know what size this cavern is." | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "If you go west twice more and north, we should be back at the statue." | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | You shiver involuntarily in the chill blackness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "woo" | |||
| maga says, "so it's at least 4x2" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "Can we go further west?" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "4x4, by the looks of it" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | You almost choke on the stagnant air. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x statue" | ||||
Floyd | A statue, slightly taller than you, of a fierce bird-headed god with Floyd | its eyes shut and sharp beak open. In one hand it holds a crook, and in Floyd | the other an eight-pointed star. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "hunh" | |||
| maga says, "I somehow expected a different statue" | ||||
| DavidW says, "The previous statue was eyes open and beak shut." | ||||
| olethros says, "yes" | ||||
| DavidW says, "This is a different statue." | ||||
| olethros says, "you should put something in its beak I think" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x beak" | ||||
Floyd | The sharp-edged beak is open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "l in beak" | ||||
Floyd | The beak is open. Although it seems to wobble a little, you are unable Floyd | to manipulate it manually. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "get star" | ||||
Floyd | It seems to be an integral part of the statue. You can't remove it. Floyd | Floyd | Unearthly, mocking laughter rings in your ears. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "turn star" | ||||
Floyd | The eight-pointed star rests on the statue's outstretched palm, a tiny Floyd | eye engraved on each point. You can turn it slightly, but it always Floyd | seems to spring back to the same orientation. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x palm" | ||||
Floyd | You don't feel any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "turn star clockwise" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to turn the s. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "turn star" | ||||
Floyd | The eight-pointed star rests on the statue's outstretched palm, a tiny Floyd | eye engraved on each point. You can turn it slightly, but it always Floyd | seems to spring back to the same orientation. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "turn crook" | ||||
Floyd | You don't feel any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x crook" | ||||
Floyd | You don't feel any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x make statue eat its damned star" | ||||
Floyd | [make -> take] Floyd | You don't feel any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in beak" | ||||
Floyd | The beak is open. Although it seems to wobble a little, you are unable Floyd | to manipulate it manually. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "there's still a few unexplored spaces" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "Put my head in its beak like Siegfried & Roy." | ||||
| DavidW says, "yeah. Explore the rest of this 4x4." | ||||
| olethros says, "if someone has a map of them lets go and eat them up" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gunther says, "***MAUL***" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x statue" | ||||
Floyd | A statue, slightly taller than you, of a fierce bird-headed god with Floyd | its eyes shut and sharp beak open. In one hand it holds a crook, and in Floyd | the other an eight-pointed star. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x crook" | ||||
Floyd | You don't feel any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to Gunther), "heh" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x statue" | ||||
Floyd | A statue, slightly taller than you, of a fierce bird-headed god with Floyd | its eyes shut and sharp beak open. In one hand it holds a crook, and in Floyd | the other an eight-pointed star. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x statue" | ||||
Floyd | A statue, slightly taller than you, of a fierce bird-headed god with Floyd | its eyes shut and sharp beak open. In one hand it holds a crook, and in Floyd | the other an eight-pointed star. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "hm" | |||
| maga says, "that's the whole perimeter, I think" | ||||
| inky asks, "wait, how many statues are there?" | ||||
| olethros asks, "there should be 4?" | ||||
| maga says, "four" | ||||
| DavidW says, "We've seen four so far." | ||||
| inky says, "oh, ok" | ||||
| inky asks, "with each combination of eyes and beak?" | ||||
| olethros says, "maybe they are looking at each other or something" | ||||
| DavidW says, "no" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "ask statue for directions" | ||||
Floyd | You can only do that to something animate. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x star" | ||||
Floyd | The eight-pointed star rests on the statue's outstretched palm, a tiny Floyd | eye engraved on each point. You can turn it slightly, but it always Floyd | seems to spring back to the same orientation. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "three have shut eyes and open beaks." | |||
| olethros says, "hm there is an eye engraved on each point of all*(?) stars" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "count eyes" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "touch star" | ||||
Floyd | The eight-pointed star rests on the statue's outstretched palm, a tiny Floyd | eye engraved on each point. You can turn it slightly, but it always Floyd | seems to spring back to the same orientation. Floyd | Floyd | You fervently hope that no poisonous creatures inhabit this place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push star" | ||||
Floyd | The eight-pointed star rests on the statue's outstretched palm, a tiny Floyd | eye engraved on each point. You can turn it slightly, but it always Floyd | seems to spring back to the same orientation. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn star" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x crook" | ||||
Floyd | The eight-pointed star rests on the statue's outstretched palm, a tiny Floyd | eye engraved on each point. You can turn it slightly, but it always Floyd | seems to spring back to the same orientation. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | You don't feel any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn statue" | ||||
Floyd | The statue turns a little. Strangely, the hand with the star appears to Floyd | have rotated so that the star remains at the same orientation. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "did we .. gh" | |||
| inky says, "oho" | ||||
| maga says, "oho" | ||||
| maga says, "I still have no idea what this means" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x orientation" | ||||
Floyd | You don't feel any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "the statues must not look at each other or something" | |||
| maga says, "but I suspect there will be a helicopter shooting lasers soon" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x statue" | ||||
Floyd | A statue, slightly taller than you, of a fierce bird-headed god with Floyd | its eyes shut and sharp beak open. In one hand it holds a crook, and in Floyd | the other an eight-pointed star. Floyd | Floyd | You fervently hope that no poisonous creatures inhabit this place. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky asks, "but we don't know what direction they're facing in, do we?" | |||
| olethros says, "I think we must just get them all to have all eyes shut or open" | ||||
| olethros says, "like that game with the lasers and mirrors" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn statue" | ||||
Floyd | The statue turns a little. Strangely, the hand with the star appears to Floyd | have rotated so that the star remains at the same orientation. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "or something" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn statue" | ||||
Floyd | The statue turns a little. Strangely, the hand with the star appears to Floyd | have rotated so that the star remains at the same orientation. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn statue" | ||||
Floyd | The statue turns a little. Strangely, the hand with the star appears to Floyd | have rotated so that the star remains at the same orientation. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "turn statue e" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to turn the statue. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "turn statue right" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to turn the statue. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "push statue south" | ||||
Floyd | The heavy statue scrapes against the floor as you push it, and its Floyd | mouth seems to emit a breath. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "let's go to a statue with a c losed beak" | |||
| inky says, "oho, brilliant" | ||||
| olethros says, "oh" | ||||
| Taleslinger arrives, full of fun and funk. | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "hi there" | ||||
| Gunther has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | Jacqueline says (to maga), "Nice" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Taleslinger), "Hi." | ||||
| maga says, "still don't know what this is meant to accomplish" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "There is a hint system, fwiw." | ||||
| Taleslinger asks, "err...how to join the game again?" | olethros says, "the statues fight" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x statue" | ||||
Floyd | A statue, slightly taller than you, of a fierce bird-headed god with Floyd | its eyes shut and sharp beak open. In one hand it holds a crook, and in Floyd | the other an eight-pointed star. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "So is one of the statues now in the se corner?" | |||
| inky says, "well, we could push them all into the same room" | ||||
| maga says (to Taleslinger), "@joinc #clubfloyd" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "push statue e" | ||||
Floyd | The heavy statue scrapes against the floor as you push it, and its Floyd | mouth seems to emit a breath. Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "push statue w" | ||||
Floyd | The heavy statue scrapes against the floor as you push it, and its Floyd | mouth seems to emit a breath. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | Unearthly, mocking laughter rings in your ears. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "hm" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x statue" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x statue" | ||||
Floyd | A statue, slightly taller than you, of a fierce bird-headed god with Floyd | its eyes shut and sharp beak open. In one hand it holds a crook, and in Floyd | the other an eight-pointed star. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | A statue, slightly taller than you, of a fierce bird-headed god with Floyd | its eyes shut and sharp beak open. In one hand it holds a crook, and in Floyd | the other an eight-pointed star. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "hm" | |||
| maga says, "guh, disambiguation city" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "push statue n" | ||||
Floyd | The heavy statue scrapes against the floor as you push it, and its Floyd | mouth seems to emit a breath. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | You shiver involuntarily in the chill blackness. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Why are its mouths emitting breaths?" | |||
| olethros says, "the beak is open" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "arrest crook" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x statue" | ||||
Floyd | A statue, slightly taller than you, of a fierce bird-headed god with Floyd | its eyes shut and sharp beak open. In one hand it holds a crook, and in Floyd | the other an eight-pointed star. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith arrives, full of fun and funk. | Jacqueline says (to olethros), "Yeah, but their *statues*" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "turn statue" | ||||
Floyd | The statue turns a little. Strangely, the hand with the star appears to Floyd | have rotated so that the star remains at the same orientation. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x statue" | ||||
Floyd | A statue, slightly taller than you, of a fierce bird-headed god with Floyd | its eyes shut and sharp beak open. In one hand it holds a crook, and in Floyd | the other an eight-pointed star. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "And evidently hollow, I guess." | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "push statue s" | ||||
Floyd | The heavy statue scrapes against the floor as you push it, and its Floyd | mouth seems to emit a breath. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says (to TS), "to give a command, prefix it with F" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "turn statue" | ||||
Floyd | The statue turns a little. Strangely, the hand with the star appears to Floyd | have rotated so that the star remains at the same orientation. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hand" | ||||
Floyd | You don't feel any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "arrest crook" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x star" | ||||
Floyd | The eight-pointed star rests on the statue's outstretched palm, a tiny Floyd | eye engraved on each point. You can turn it slightly, but it always Floyd | seems to spring back to the same orientation. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x orientation" | ||||
Floyd | You don't feel any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger asks, "do we have a light source?" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "follow star" | ||||
Floyd | [follow -> hollow] Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "no" | |||
| maga says, "no" | ||||
| olethros says, "damn" | ||||
| inky says, "hmm" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "push statu e" | ||||
Floyd | [statu -> statue] Floyd | The heavy statue scrapes against the floor as you push it, and its Floyd | mouth seems to emit a breath. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x statue" | ||||
Floyd | A statue, slightly taller than you, of a fierce bird-headed god with Floyd | its eyes shut and sharp beak open. In one hand it holds a crook, and in Floyd | the other an eight-pointed star. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "new theory: the statues have specific rooms they're supposed to be in" | |||
| maga asks, "the corners, maybe?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I've lost track where all the statues are." | ||||
| olethros says, "I have no idea" | ||||
| olethros says, "there's one to the east of here and one here" | ||||
| lpsmith says, "I'm trying to remember if I've played this before or not." | ||||
| olethros says, "the one to the east was moved from the north wall IIRC" | ||||
| inky says, "it was from 1996, so probably" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | You shiver involuntarily in the chill blackness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "e" | lpsmith says, "Because I have an idea, but I can't tell if it's because I once knew the solution ;-)" | |||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "I don't remember anything about it except there's an area later with crystals" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "oh 3 statues on a line" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x statue" | ||||
Floyd | A statue, slightly taller than you, of a fierce bird-headed god with Floyd | its eyes shut and sharp beak open. In one hand it holds a crook, and in Floyd | the other an eight-pointed star. Floyd | Floyd | > | lpsmith asks, "What's the layout of the caves?" | |||
| olethros says, "with open beaks" | ||||
| inky says, "it's a 2x4 room, I think" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "f x crook" | ||||
| olethros says, "seem slike a just a big room" | ||||
| maga says, "maybe we're playing noughts and crosses" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x crook" | ||||
Floyd | You don't feel any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW | Upon its surface are engraved the images of bird-headed Egyptian deities, their sharp vulture-beaks open as if to devour desecrators. | |||
| maga says (to lpsmith), "4x4" | ||||
| inky says, "oh, whoops" | ||||
| lpsmith says, "Oho." | ||||
| DavidW says, "I think we want closed beaks." | ||||
| olethros says, "ok, just put all of them in a line" | ||||
| olethros asks, "or all of them not in aline?" | ||||
| lpsmith says, "I would actually try the exact opposite." | ||||
| lpsmith says, "Timing." | ||||
| inky says, "anyway, there are four statues with bird heads, three (I think) of which have open beaks and closed eyes, and one with the opposite" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah, all open." | ||||
| olethros says, "so it's the 8 queens puzzle" | ||||
| olethros says, "but 4 queen on 4x4" | ||||
| olethros says, "no two statues on the same line or diagonal" | ||||
| olethros asks, "should I try it?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "sure" | ||||
| maga says, "go for it" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "push statue n" | ||||
Floyd | The heavy statue scrapes against the floor as you push it, and its Floyd | mouth seems to emit a breath. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "push statue n" | ||||
Floyd | The heavy statue scrapes against the floor as you push it, and its Floyd | mouth seems to emit a breath. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "push statue n" | ||||
Floyd | The heavy statue scrapes against the floor as you push it, and its Floyd | mouth seems to emit a breath. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "push statue n" | ||||
Floyd | The heavy statue scrapes against the floor as you push it, and its Floyd | mouth seems to emit a breath. Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | You fervently hope that no poisonous creatures inhabit this place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | You almost choke on the stagnant air. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "push statue n" | ||||
Floyd | The heavy statue scrapes against the floor as you push it, and its Floyd | mouth seems to emit a breath. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | You fervently hope that no poisonous creatures inhabit this place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "push statue n" | ||||
Floyd | The heavy statue scrapes against the floor as you push it, and its Floyd | mouth seems to emit a breath. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "mm need paper" | |||
| lpsmith says, "Only one left" | ||||
| lpsmith says, "Which needs to be in C1." | ||||
| lpsmith says, "(er, I think)" | ||||
| Taleslinger asks, "shouldn't we get a light source?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Heh." | ||||
| inky says, "we broke our flashlight earlier" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "C1, A2, D3, B4" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "We *had* one." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Right. What inky said." | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "e" | olethros says, "ok a mistake" | |||
| inky says, "I'm pretty sure this puzzle is based on wandering around in the dark to overcome our fear of the dark" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to TS), "That's part of the FUN of this puzzle, the darkness." | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "push statue s" | ||||
Floyd | The heavy statue scrapes against the floor as you push it, and its Floyd | mouth seems to emit a breath. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | lpsmith says, "Yeah, anything that implements darkness like this means that you're supposed to be in the dark." | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "push statue n" | ||||
Floyd | The heavy statue scrapes against the floor as you push it, and its Floyd | mouth seems to emit a breath. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "push statue s" | ||||
Floyd | The heavy statue scrapes against the floor as you push it, and its Floyd | mouth seems to emit a breath. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "push statue s" | ||||
Floyd | The heavy statue scrapes against the floor as you push it, and its Floyd | mouth seems to emit a breath. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | From somewhere above, you hear a muffled, distant grinding. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "yes" | |||
| lpsmith exclaims, "Yay!" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x statue" | ||||
Floyd | A statue, slightly taller than you, of a bird-headed god with open eyes Floyd | and a closed beak. In one hand it holds a crook, and in the other an Floyd | eight-pointed star. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Go north from B1 and up the shaft?" | |||
| maga says, "sounds good to me" | ||||
| lpsmith asks, "Oh, there's a shaft?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "That's how we got in here." | ||||
| olethros says, "the 8-star indicates that it can only see other birds on the 8 compass directions I guess" | ||||
| lpsmith says, "And it has open eyes when it can't see anyone." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "sneaky" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says (to olethros), "oho!" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness (at the bottom of a shaft) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness (in a shaft) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | You emerge from the darkness to an astonishing sight. Light pours onto Floyd | the sarcophagus from the west, bathing the pharoah's austere face in an Floyd | aura of blinding majesty. Perhaps it could be a trick of the shadows on Floyd | your still-adjusting eyes, but you thought for a moment you saw those Floyd | dead lips curve in the faintest shadow of a smile, bidding you a silent Floyd | farewell. And this time, you do not look back as you run joyously Floyd | outward and away from the grave, through the halls miraculously Floyd | suffused with the light and warmth of the setting sun at the end of the Floyd | corridor, as reality seems to blur and the winds of time sweep you, Floyd | feather-light, forever up and closer to the sun... Floyd | Floyd | Reluctantly, you open your eyes to find that the sun is in fact the Floyd | bare electric bulb of your living room, but something remains within Floyd | you as a legacy of the trip... Floyd | Floyd | [You are no longer afraid of the dark.] Floyd | Floyd | Living Room Floyd | This spacious room is comfortably if sparsely furnished. A plush sofa Floyd | and two matching armchairs are arranged around a low wooden tea-table. Floyd | Curtains hang over the long windows on the south wall, keeping the Floyd | warmth from the old electric fireplace in; a clock hangs over the Floyd | mantelpiece. The overall effect might even be cosy, were it not for the Floyd | stark white glare of the unshielded bulb dangling from the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | A simple wooden staircase on the west wall leads up to the first floor; Floyd | underneath the stairs is an utility closet. The kitchen can be seen Floyd | through the empty doorway to the east. Floyd | Floyd | You shudder at the sight of a large spider hanging in the kitchen Floyd | doorway. Floyd | Floyd | The front door is reassuringly and securely locked. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by nine points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "ok, that is a satisfying explanation" | |||
| olethros asks, "dude, what did I just smoke?" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "fullscore" | ||||
Floyd | You have so far scored 10 out of a possible 36, in 176 turns, which Floyd | gives you the rank of mental Traveller. Floyd | Floyd | The score is made up as follows: Floyd | Floyd | 1 finding a deeper darkness Floyd | 9 rising from the tomb Floyd | Floyd | 10 total (out of 36) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying nothing. Floyd | Floyd | You feel suddenly claustrophobic as you hear a rustling nearby. What Floyd | lurks in the shadows, waiting to pounce? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x spider" | ||||
Floyd | A repulsive black thing with long, hairy legs, it hangs from an Floyd | invisible length of thread like some twisted parody of the light bulb Floyd | that casts its shadow on the kitchen wall. Its eight eyes stare Floyd | malevolently back at you. Floyd | Floyd | The house is strangely unfamiliar, as if you'd read about it in a book Floyd | but never actually set foot inside before. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Huh - so we can go to the attic now." | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "eat spider" | ||||
Floyd | (first taking the spider) Floyd | You'd like to stay as far away as possible from it, and you can't bear Floyd | the thought of actually touching the vile (and probably poisonous) Floyd | creature. Floyd | Floyd | As you try to compose your mind, dark memories wash over you: Floyd | explosions, death, the tolling of funeral bells, gloom, isolation. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "the attic has the front door keys, I believe" | |||
| DavidW says, "That's right" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yes." | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "open cutains" | ||||
Floyd | [cutains -> curtains] Floyd | You open the curtains. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "urk. i hate spiders." | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "l through window" | ||||
Floyd | Outside you see deserted city streets. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "hmm. don't think we've been in this room before" | |||
| olethros says, "no" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I'm not sure how we got to the living room from the guest room." | ||||
| olethros says, "I think we are living another experience" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor Floyd | You are in the western half of a plain whitewashed east-west corridor Floyd | lit by a lamp hanging next to the stairs, which lead down to the ground Floyd | floor. The carpeted wooden floor creaks annoyingly under your feet. Floyd | Floyd | The bathroom lies to the north; a ladder hangs from an opening in the Floyd | ceiling to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor (by ladder) Floyd | Floyd | Something scrapes across the roof as you stand petrified in fear. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "lift carpet" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | You get three rungs up the swaying, creaking ladder before vertigo Floyd | overwhelms you. The attic seems miles distant, and the ladder could Floyd | break any second. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "GRR" | |||
| maga says, "ha ha ha" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "swing" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to swing? Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "we suck" | |||
| lpsmith says (to floyd), "perform western swing music" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "so now we need to find a mystic spider portal and a mystic vertigo portal" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x carpet" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "I have carpet mania" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor Floyd | You are in the western half of a plain whitewashed east-west corridor Floyd | lit by a lamp hanging next to the stairs, which lead down to the ground Floyd | floor. The carpeted wooden floor creaks annoyingly under your feet. Floyd | Floyd | The bathroom lies to the north; a ladder hangs from an opening in the Floyd | ceiling to the east. Floyd | Floyd | You catch a flurry of movement out of the corner of your eye, but when Floyd | you turn there is nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Bathroom Floyd | This simple white-tiled bathroom is lit by a fluorescent ceiling lamp. Floyd | Streaks of mould cover the ceiling and the upper parts of the walls, Floyd | but fortunately the tub, toilet and sink are free of fungus. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x mould" | ||||
Floyd | The mould is nasty brown stuff. You don't want to linger here too long Floyd | in case the spores are infectious. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "verbose" | ||||
Floyd | FEAR is now in its "verbose" mode, which always gives long descriptions Floyd | of locations (even if you've been there before). Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros asks, "hm, bedroom again? or explore downstairs?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "We are going to die of a lung infection if we don't leave. heh" | ||||
| maga says, "downstairs, I think" | ||||
| Taleslinger asks, "shouldn't we try to examine more stuff in the bathroom?" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Living Room Floyd | This spacious room is comfortably if sparsely furnished. A plush sofa Floyd | and two matching armchairs are arranged around a low wooden tea-table. Floyd | Curtains hang over the long windows on the south wall, keeping the Floyd | warmth from the old electric fireplace in; a clock hangs over the Floyd | mantelpiece. The overall effect might even be cosy, were it not for the Floyd | stark white glare of the unshielded bulb dangling from the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | A simple wooden staircase on the west wall leads up to the first floor; Floyd | underneath the stairs is an utility closet. The kitchen can be seen Floyd | through the empty doorway to the east. Floyd | Floyd | You shudder at the sight of a large spider hanging in the kitchen Floyd | doorway. Floyd | Floyd | The front door is reassuringly and securely locked. Floyd | Floyd | You catch a flurry of movement out of the corner of your eye, but when Floyd | you turn there is nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "kill spider" | ||||
Floyd | You'd like to stay as far away as possible from it, and you can't bear Floyd | the thought of actually touching the vile(and probably poisonous) Floyd | creature. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x clock" | ||||
Floyd | The hands on the face of this round wall-clock indicate that the time Floyd | is half past five. It's been half past five for ages after the clock Floyd | broke; time has had little meaning for you since that fateful day. Floyd | Floyd | Waves of sorrow and guilt wash over you from some dimly remembered Floyd | past. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "x closet" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x closet" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see inside, since it is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "kick spider" | ||||
Floyd | You'd like to stay as far away as possible from it, and you can't bear Floyd | the thought of actually touching the vile(and probably poisonous) Floyd | creature. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "we should throw something at it" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "open closet" | ||||
Floyd | You open the utility closet, revealing a can of white paint. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "get can" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "sniff paint" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "open closet" | ||||
Floyd | Paint tends not to have a terribly attractive odour, and this Floyd | particular can is no exception. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | It's already open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x paint" | ||||
Floyd | A large cylindrical can labelled "WHITE PAINT". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "throw can at spider" | ||||
Floyd | You refrain from vandalizing your own home. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "throw can at spider" | ||||
Floyd | You refrain from vandalizing your own home. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says, "ha" | inky says, "maybe we should paint over the mould" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "paint bathroom" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "yay" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x fireplace" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you need to refer to in the course of this game. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "well we could apparently" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor Floyd | You are in the western half of a plain whitewashed east-west corridor Floyd | lit by a lamp hanging next to the stairs, which lead down to the ground Floyd | floor. The carpeted wooden floor creaks annoyingly under your feet. Floyd | Floyd | The bathroom lies to the north; a ladder hangs from an opening in the Floyd | ceiling to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Bathroom Floyd | This simple white-tiled bathroom is lit by a fluorescent ceiling lamp. Floyd | Streaks of mould cover the ceiling and the upper parts of the walls, Floyd | but fortunately the tub, toilet and sink are free of fungus. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "paint bathroom" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "paint wall" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the north wall, the south wall, the east wall, the Floyd | west wall, the northeast wall, the southeast wall, the northwest wall Floyd | or the southwest wall? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "paint mould" | ||||
Floyd | Frustratingly, you can't see a paintbrush anywhere. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "motherfucker" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "throw can at mould" | ||||
Floyd | You refrain from vandalizing your own home. Floyd | Floyd | Waves of sorrow and guilt wash over you from some dimly remembered Floyd | past. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "remember where you left your paintbrush" | ||||
Floyd | [you -> your] Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "strip naked. paint self" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "heh" | |||
| maga says, "safe, shiny, sterile white emulsion. no more icky oozy flaky unhygienic skin" | ||||
| olethros says, "kitchen: spider, out: keys, attic: vertigo" | ||||
| olethros asks, "what is left?" | ||||
| maga says, "other rooms downstairs" | ||||
| olethros says, "after you please, sir" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor Floyd | You are in the western half of a plain whitewashed east-west corridor Floyd | lit by a lamp hanging next to the stairs, which lead down to the ground Floyd | floor. The carpeted wooden floor creaks annoyingly under your feet. Floyd | Floyd | The bathroom lies to the north; a ladder hangs from an opening in the Floyd | ceiling to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "wait" | |||
| olethros says, "west" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | You hear a long menacing hiss from somewhere above. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "gah, it says east-west corridor" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Living Room Floyd | This spacious room is comfortably if sparsely furnished. A plush sofa Floyd | and two matching armchairs are arranged around a low wooden tea-table. Floyd | Curtains hang over the long windows on the south wall, keeping the Floyd | warmth from the old electric fireplace in; a clock hangs over the Floyd | mantelpiece. The overall effect might even be cosy, were it not for the Floyd | stark white glare of the unshielded bulb dangling from the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | A simple wooden staircase on the west wall leads up to the first floor; Floyd | underneath the stairs is an utility closet. The kitchen can be seen Floyd | through the empty doorway to the east. Floyd | Floyd | You shudder at the sight of a large spider hanging in the kitchen Floyd | doorway. Floyd | Floyd | The front door is reassuringly and securely locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Not with the spider hanging in the doorway; the thought of it dropping Floyd | down on you while you crawl underneath is too hideous to contemplate. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "We need to find another 'memory'" | |||
| olethros says, "the clock" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x sofa" | ||||
Floyd | There doesn't seem to be anything remarkable about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x tea" | ||||
Floyd | [tea -> sea] Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x table" | ||||
Floyd | There doesn't seem to be anything remarkable about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x bulb" | ||||
Floyd | The old glass lampshade broke when you replaced the bulb a week ago, Floyd | and you haven't yet had the inclination to buy a replacement. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x clock" | ||||
Floyd | The hands on the face of this round wall-clock indicate that the time Floyd | is half past five. It's been half past five for ages after the clock Floyd | broke; time has had little meaning for you since that fateful day. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "fix clock" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to fix the clock to? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn hands" | ||||
Floyd | [hands -> hand] Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "touch clock" | ||||
Floyd | Little is to be gained by that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take clock" | ||||
Floyd | It's fastened securely to the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x curtain" | ||||
Floyd | All the curtains in the house are a rather drab and depressing shade of Floyd | green. At least they keep the cold out. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "look under sofa" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "open curtain" | ||||
Floyd | It's already open. Floyd | Floyd | You glance through the window. The streets are empty and foreboding. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "fix clock to the future" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "open clock" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you can open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), " x window" | ||||
Floyd | The windows shield you from the terror and cold of the outside world. Floyd | On the other side of the glass, steel grilles fixed to the wall prevent Floyd | intruders breaking in this way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "close curtain" | ||||
Floyd | You close the curtains. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x mantel" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x mantle" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x day" | ||||
Floyd | [day -> pay] Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "touch spider" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "overcome fear of spiders" | ||||
Floyd | Little is to be gained by that. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | [spiders -> spider] Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "spider" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x spider" | ||||
Floyd | A repulsive black thing with long, hairy legs, it hangs from an Floyd | invisible length of thread like some twisted parody of the light bulb Floyd | that casts its shadow on the kitchen wall. Its eight eyes stare Floyd | malevolently back at you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | But the door is locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x shadow" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x shadow" | ||||
Floyd | A thick wooden door, it is fitted with the standard two locks; a Yale Floyd | lock which can be pulled from inside and a dead-bolt mortice for added Floyd | security. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a can of white paint Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x thread" | ||||
Floyd | A repulsive black thing with long, hairy legs, it hangs from an Floyd | invisible length of thread like some twisted parody of the light bulb Floyd | that casts its shadow on the kitchen wall. Its eight eyes stare Floyd | malevolently back at you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x can" | ||||
Floyd | A large cylindrical can labelled "WHITE PAINT". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||||
Floyd | (with the can of white paint) Floyd | No, that isn't a promising lockpick. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "paint spider" | ||||
Floyd | Frustratingly, you can't see a paintbrush anywhere. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Oh, right." | |||
| lpsmith asks, "What did we do to get to fear-of-darkness world?" | ||||
| olethros says, "ok, bedroom" | ||||
| olethros says, "we examined some object" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Examined a book." | ||||
| maga says, "we read a book" | ||||
| inky says, "oh yeah" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "open can" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "open can" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor Floyd | You are in the western half of a plain whitewashed east-west corridor Floyd | lit by a lamp hanging next to the stairs, which lead down to the ground Floyd | floor. The carpeted wooden floor creaks annoyingly under your feet. Floyd | Floyd | The bathroom lies to the north; a ladder hangs from an opening in the Floyd | ceiling to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | The lid appears to be stuck, and it's too painful trying to prise it Floyd | open with your fingernails. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "the can is open and it has paint" | |||
| inky asks, "was there anything else good in the room with the book?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "We could look under the bed in the bedroom." | ||||
| olethros says, "huh" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah, let's head back." | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor (by ladder) Floyd | A ladder hangs down from a dark square hole in the high ceiling of this Floyd | unadorned corridor. Identical doors to the north, east and south lead Floyd | to various rooms. To the west, hanging over the stairs, a bright Floyd | electric lamp provides illumination. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Study Floyd | A large bookcase occupies the north wall of this brightly lit room. Floyd | Next to the dull green curtains of the window stands a wooden desk. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "oh various rooms" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x bookcase" | ||||
Floyd | You flip through the books a bit, but don't find anything of interest Floyd | at the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x desk" | ||||
Floyd | An old, slightly shabby wooden desk, its dark varnished surface marked Floyd | in several places with the light circular scars left by hot mugs. Floyd | Underneath is a long drawer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "open drawer" | ||||
Floyd | The drawer is tightly jammed, which is rather irritating as you have a Floyd | strange hunch that there might be something useful inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "open drawer" | ||||
Floyd | The drawer is tightly jammed, which is rather irritating as you have a Floyd | strange hunch that there might be something useful inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "hit drawer" | ||||
Floyd | Frustrated, you aim a kick at the drawer and hear a satisfying crack. Floyd | You cringe as the broken drawer crashes noisily to the floor, spilling Floyd | out its contents. Floyd | Floyd | You catch a flurry of movement out of the corner of your eye, but when Floyd | you turn there is nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "yay, hit!" | |||
| DavidW says, "yay" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "x drawer" | ||||
Floyd | The drawer is quite clearly broken, and will take some time to fix. Floyd | Given the general state of the desk, you may be better off buying a new Floyd | one. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "violence solves everything" | |||
| inky says, "violence is the answer!" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x drawer" | ||||
Floyd | The drawer is quite clearly broken, and will take some time to fix. Floyd | Given the general state of the desk, you may be better off buying a new Floyd | one. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Study Floyd | A large bookcase occupies the north wall of this brightly lit room. Floyd | Next to the dull green curtains of the window stands a wooden desk. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a heap of worthless paper, a college photograph, a broken Floyd | drawer (which is closed) and a wooden desk here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x paper" | ||||
Floyd | Musty newspapers, old bills, rough scribblings. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x photograph" | ||||
Floyd | It's an old photograph which was sent to you a few years ago by one of Floyd | your friends studying in Cambridge, depicting a porcelain duck balanced Floyd | high among the rafters of the college dining hall. Suddenly, you Floyd | recollect a conversation you had with him a long time ago, about the Floyd | old college tradition of taking the duck down from the rafters of the Floyd | Great Hall in the dead of night and putting it back up on another beam Floyd | the next day. As you wonder whether you'd have tried this feat yourself Floyd | if you'd been there, you feel your surroundings somehow shifting... Floyd | Floyd | Great Hall (by screens) Floyd | You are at the south end of a magnificent dining hall. The east and Floyd | west walls stand thirty feet tall; near the top, stained-glass windows Floyd | bearing coats of arms admit the light of the full moon. Below the Floyd | windows hang pictures of past Masters of the college and illustrious Floyd | former alumni, gazing down over the long rows of tables and benches. Floyd | Shadowy rafters support the peaked roof. Floyd | Floyd | To the south, wooden screens half the height of the walls separate the Floyd | hall from an east-west passageway. Double doors set in the screens are Floyd | locked and bolted shut. Floyd | Floyd | In the rafters at the far end of the hall, a duck perches incongruously Floyd | on a beam. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "yay new memory lane" | |||
| inky says, "I remember this memory!" | ||||
| inky says, "of course, I still don't remember how to solve it" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "duck" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "ah yes. The vertigo puzzle." | |||
| lpsmith exclaims, "This would be the fear of heights!" | ||||
| olethros says, "yup" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x pictures" | ||||
Floyd | Portraits of brilliant scholars of the past whose names are better Floyd | known than their faces. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "ask duck about fear" | ||||
Floyd | You can only do that to something animate. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, ";..DavidW What, he's going to do the Claire Scare?" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x rafters" | ||||
Floyd | You'd guess that the lowest beams, upon one of which the duck rests, Floyd | are 30 feet high. They run east-west across the breadth of the hall. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "(Private joke)" | |||
| maga says (to Jacq), "also, Clare" | ||||
| olethros asks, "so how does the drug work? it gives you fake memories where you successfuly deal with your FEAR?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Ah, thank you." | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Easier said than done. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a canvas satchel (which is closed) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "open satchel" | ||||
Floyd | You open the canvas satchel, revealing a length of sewing thread, a Floyd | squash ball, a catapult and a net. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "huh" | ||||
Floyd | [huh -> hug] Floyd | You can only do that to something animate. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x catapult" | ||||
Floyd | A hand-held hunting catapult, it accepts projectiles up to the size of Floyd | a plum. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "tie thread to ball" | ||||
Floyd | You tie the length of sewing thread to the squash ball. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "put net under duck" | ||||
Floyd | Putting things under that wouldn't accomplish anything. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "tie thread to net" | ||||
Floyd | You tie the length of sewing thread to the net. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "throw ball at duck" | ||||
Floyd | (first taking the squash ball) Floyd | You throw the ball, but it doesn't quite get high enough. It hits the Floyd | floor with a worryingly loud thwack. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "shoot duck" | ||||
Floyd | You need something to shoot projectiles with. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "throw ball over rafters" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to throw the squash ball. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "get ball" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "shoot duck with catapult" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to shoot the duck. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "shoot catapult at duck" | ||||
Floyd | To fire, try "shoot projectile at target". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "shoot ball at duck" | ||||
Floyd | You need to be holding the catapult to shoot things. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "get catapult" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "shoot ball at duck" | ||||
Floyd | Taking careful aim, you let fly with the squash ball, which hits the Floyd | duck squarely on the head with a sharp crack. Unfortunately, as it Floyd | falls you notice that you've decapitated it, and you won't be able to Floyd | catch both head and body in time. This is all going to be rather Floyd | embarrassing... Floyd | Floyd | You open your eyes in front of the fireplace, feeling rather dizzy all Floyd | of a sudden. Surely things aren't supposed to happen this way. Floyd | Floyd | Living Room Floyd | This spacious room is comfortably if sparsely furnished. A plush sofa Floyd | and two matching armchairs are arranged around a low wooden tea-table. Floyd | Curtains hang over the long windows on the south wall, keeping the Floyd | warmth from the old electric fireplace in; a clock hangs over the Floyd | mantelpiece. The overall effect might even be cosy, were it not for the Floyd | stark white glare of the unshielded bulb dangling from the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | A simple wooden staircase on the west wall leads up to the first floor; Floyd | underneath the stairs is an utility closet. The kitchen can be seen Floyd | through the empty doorway to the east. Floyd | Floyd | You shudder at the sight of a large spider hanging in the kitchen Floyd | doorway. Floyd | Floyd | The front door is reassuringly and securely locked. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a college photograph and a can of white paint here. Floyd | 1 Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "shoot ball at duck" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Living Room Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "fucknuts" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | [Can't "undo" twice in succession. Sorry!] Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "aw sonofa" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Great Hall (by screens) Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "yay" | |||
| DavidW says, "re-examine the photo" | ||||
| inky says, "oh ok" | ||||
| inky says, "I guess that figures" | ||||
| DavidW says, "well, I think it might work." | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "shoot ball at rafters" | ||||
Floyd | Taking careful aim, you let fly with the squash ball, which flies just Floyd | over the beam on which the duck sits in a graceful arc... and hits the Floyd | huge portrait on the north wall. Your heart sinks as you hear the glass Floyd | shatter, and your only thought is to flee... Floyd | Floyd | You open your eyes in front of the fireplace, feeling rather dizzy all Floyd | of a sudden. Surely things aren't supposed to happen this way. Floyd | Floyd | Living Room Floyd | This spacious room is comfortably if sparsely furnished. A plush sofa Floyd | and two matching armchairs are arranged around a low wooden tea-table. Floyd | Curtains hang over the long windows on the south wall, keeping the Floyd | warmth from the old electric fireplace in; a clock hangs over the Floyd | mantelpiece. The overall effect might even be cosy, were it not for the Floyd | stark white glare of the unshielded bulb dangling from the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | A simple wooden staircase on the west wall leads up to the first floor; Floyd | underneath the stairs is an utility closet. The kitchen can be seen Floyd | through the empty doorway to the east. Floyd | Floyd | You shudder at the sight of a large spider hanging in the kitchen Floyd | doorway. Floyd | Floyd | The front door is reassuringly and securely locked. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a college photograph and a can of white paint here. Floyd | 1 Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "wrap net around ball" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | lpsmith says, "whoops sorry" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Living Room Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Great Hall (by screens) Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x net" | ||||
Floyd | A crude, tangled handmade net made out of thick white twine, you're not Floyd | completely sure what this was packed for. The knots are rather sloppy Floyd | and irregular, and it looks like it might come apart at any moment, but Floyd | you doubt you could have done much better yourself. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "I thought the idea was to throw the ball and have the net hit the duck" | |||
| DavidW says, "'(by screens)'. There must be more Great Hall." | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Great Hall (by screens) Floyd | You are at the south end of a magnificent dining hall. The east and Floyd | west walls stand thirty feet tall; near the top, stained-glass windows Floyd | bearing coats of arms admit the light of the full moon. Below the Floyd | windows hang pictures of past Masters of the college and illustrious Floyd | former alumni, gazing down over the long rows of tables and benches. Floyd | Shadowy rafters support the peaked roof. Floyd | Floyd | To the south, wooden screens half the height of the walls separate the Floyd | hall from an east-west passageway. Double doors set in the screens are Floyd | locked and bolted shut. Floyd | Floyd | In the rafters at the far end of the hall, a duck perches incongruously Floyd | on a beam. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "x portrait" | ||||
Floyd | Portraits of brilliant scholars of the past whose names are better Floyd | known than their faces. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "put net on portrait" | ||||
Floyd | You need to be holding the net before you can put it on top of Floyd | something else. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x doors" | ||||
Floyd | The elaborate wooden screens serve to turn a space at the south end of Floyd | the hall, where the original doors stand, into a passage connecting the Floyd | college courts. The locks on the new doors set in the screens are Floyd | secure, though the protruding designs on the screens make them Floyd | climbable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x net" | ||||
Floyd | A crude, tangled handmade net made out of thick white twine, you're not Floyd | completely sure what this was packed for. The knots are rather sloppy Floyd | and irregular, and it looks like it might come apart at any moment, but Floyd | you doubt you could have done much better yourself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x thread" | ||||
Floyd | About fifty feet of sewing thread. Floyd | It is tied to a squash ball and a net. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "untie net" | ||||
Floyd | It comes apart fairly easily into one long piece of string. You don't Floyd | really feel like trying to weave it back together again. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb screens" | ||||
Floyd | Abandoning thoughts of retrieving the duck, you clamber over the Floyd | screens and safely away. Floyd | Floyd | You open your eyes in front of the fireplace, feeling rather dizzy all Floyd | of a sudden. Surely things aren't supposed to happen this way. Floyd | Floyd | Living Room Floyd | This spacious room is comfortably if sparsely furnished. A plush sofa Floyd | and two matching armchairs are arranged around a low wooden tea-table. Floyd | Curtains hang over the long windows on the south wall, keeping the Floyd | warmth from the old electric fireplace in; a clock hangs over the Floyd | mantelpiece. The overall effect might even be cosy, were it not for the Floyd | stark white glare of the unshielded bulb dangling from the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | A simple wooden staircase on the west wall leads up to the first floor; Floyd | underneath the stairs is an utility closet. The kitchen can be seen Floyd | through the empty doorway to the east. Floyd | Floyd | You shudder at the sight of a large spider hanging in the kitchen Floyd | doorway. Floyd | Floyd | The front door is reassuringly and securely locked. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a college photograph and a can of white paint here. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "hunh" | |||
| lpsmith says, "Well then" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Great Hall (by screens) Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | [Can't "undo" twice in succession. Sorry!] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a length of string Floyd | a catapult Floyd | a squash ball Floyd | a canvas satchel (which is open) Floyd | a length of sewing thread Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "tie string to thread" | ||||
Floyd | You tie the length of string to the length of sewing thread. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "what's the idea>" | |||
| DavidW asks, "Is there a pillow in the room?" | ||||
| maga says, "you use successively thicker cords until you can hoist a rope up" | ||||
| maga says, "sadly we have no rope" | ||||
| lpsmith says, "I think the ball can get the thread over the rafter, and the thread can get the string over the rafter." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x rafters" | ||||
Floyd | You'd guess that the lowest beams, upon one of which the duck rests, Floyd | are 30 feet high. They run east-west across the breadth of the hall. Floyd | Floyd | > | lpsmith says, "And we need to protect the portrait, I guess." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Great Hall Floyd | You are in the middle of a magnificent dining hall. The east and west Floyd | walls stand thirty feet tall; near the top, stained-glass windows Floyd | bearing coats of arms admit the light of the full moon. Below the Floyd | windows hang pictures of past Masters of the college and illustrious Floyd | former alumni, gazing down over the long rows of tables and benches. Floyd | Shadowy rafters support the peaked roof. Floyd | Floyd | Directly above you is a hexagonal skylight set in the middle of the Floyd | high ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | In the rafters at the north end of the hall, a duck perches Floyd | incongruously on a beam. Floyd | Floyd | A double length of rope runs up the east wall to the skylight, Floyd | presumably for opening and closing it. Its bottom ends are tied to the Floyd | leg of a table just next to the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "I thought we couldn't fire the ball over the rafters, though" | |||
| inky says, "oh, skylight" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "Someone wanted rope?" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x skylight" | ||||
Floyd | The skylight rises like a little turret from the very centre of the Floyd | roof, illuminated by the full moon. The rope runs through a ring at the Floyd | top of the window. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "untie rope" | ||||
Floyd | You untie the length of rope from the table. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "take rope" | ||||
Floyd | Most of it isn't within your reach at the moment. You'll have to get it Floyd | down first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "pull rope" | ||||
Floyd | You pull it down without too much noise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "tie rope to string" | ||||
Floyd | You tie the length of rope to the length of string. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "shoot skylight with ball" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to shoot the skylight. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "shoot ball at skylight" | ||||
Floyd | Not only would breaking the glass be very noisy, it would also get you Floyd | into a lot of trouble. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "shoot ball at portrait" | ||||
Floyd | Not only would breaking the glass be very noisy, it would also get you Floyd | into a lot of trouble. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "shoot ball at rafters" | ||||
Floyd | Taking careful aim, you let fly with the squash ball, which flies just Floyd | over the beam on which the duck sits in a graceful arc... and hits the Floyd | huge portrait on the north wall. Your heart sinks as you hear the glass Floyd | shatter, and your only thought is to flee... Floyd | Floyd | You open your eyes in front of the fireplace, feeling rather dizzy all Floyd | of a sudden. Surely things aren't supposed to happen this way. Floyd | Floyd | Living Room Floyd | This spacious room is comfortably if sparsely furnished. A plush sofa Floyd | and two matching armchairs are arranged around a low wooden tea-table. Floyd | Curtains hang over the long windows on the south wall, keeping the Floyd | warmth from the old electric fireplace in; a clock hangs over the Floyd | mantelpiece. The overall effect might even be cosy, were it not for the Floyd | stark white glare of the unshielded bulb dangling from the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | A simple wooden staircase on the west wall leads up to the first floor; Floyd | underneath the stairs is an utility closet. The kitchen can be seen Floyd | through the empty doorway to the east. Floyd | Floyd | You shudder at the sight of a large spider hanging in the kitchen Floyd | doorway. Floyd | Floyd | The front door is reassuringly and securely locked. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a college photograph and a can of white paint here. Floyd | 1 Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "shoot ball at roof" | ||||
Floyd | [roof -> room] Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Living Room Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Great Hall Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "shoot ball up" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to shoot the squash ball. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "get portrait" | ||||
Floyd | That's hardly portable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "move portrait" | ||||
Floyd | You are unable to. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "shoot ball at roof" | ||||
Floyd | [roof -> room] Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "shoot ball at ceiling" | ||||
Floyd | There's little point in shooting that. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros asks, "at beam?" | |||
| lpsmith says, "I did 'at rafters' earlier." | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x beam" | ||||
Floyd | You'd guess that the lowest beams, upon one of which the duck rests, Floyd | are 30 feet high. They run east-west across the breadth of the hall. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "shoot ball over beam?" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x rafters" | ||||
Floyd | You'd guess that the lowest beams, upon one of which the duck rests, Floyd | are 30 feet high. They run east-west across the breadth of the hall. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "ok they seem to be the same object" | |||
| lpsmith says, "My impression is we have to protect the portrait." | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x portrait" | ||||
Floyd | Portraits of brilliant scholars of the past whose names are better Floyd | known than their faces. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x table" | ||||
Floyd | The wooden tables are long and very heavy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "move table" | ||||
Floyd | You are unable to. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "there are multiple portraits. can't protect 'em all" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "push table e" | ||||
Floyd | Is that the best you can think of? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x bench" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you need to refer to in the course of this game. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Great Hall Floyd | You are in the middle of a magnificent dining hall. The east and west Floyd | walls stand thirty feet tall; near the top, stained-glass windows Floyd | bearing coats of arms admit the light of the full moon. Below the Floyd | windows hang pictures of past Masters of the college and illustrious Floyd | former alumni, gazing down over the long rows of tables and benches. Floyd | Shadowy rafters support the peaked roof. Floyd | Floyd | Directly above you is a hexagonal skylight set in the middle of the Floyd | high ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | In the rafters at the north end of the hall, a duck perches Floyd | incongruously on a beam. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a length of rope here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "stand on table" | ||||
Floyd | You climb up onto the table for a while, but the duck is still far too Floyd | high to reach. The table creaks under your weight, and you deem it Floyd | prudent to get off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "get rope" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "get thread" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Great Hall (by high table) Floyd | You are at the north end of a magnificent dining hall. The east and Floyd | west walls stand thirty feet tall; near the top, stained-glass windows Floyd | bearing coats of arms admit the light of the full moon. Below the Floyd | windows hang pictures of past Masters of the college and illustrious Floyd | former alumni, gazing down over the long rows of tables and benches. Floyd | Shadowy rafters support the peaked roof. Floyd | Floyd | At the foot of the north wall, a wide area is raised several inches on Floyd | a wooden platform, where the High Table stands. Hanging on the wall is Floyd | a large portrait of the College's founder. Floyd | Floyd | Above you, just to the south of the high table, a duck perches Floyd | incongruously on a beam. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "awesome" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x portrait" | ||||
Floyd | The massive gold-framed portrait, as large as the double doors at the Floyd | far end of the hall, depicts a regal-looking figure holding a book and Floyd | a sceptre. He probably looks much better during the day. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "indeed" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "climb table" | ||||
Floyd | I don't think much is to be achieved by that. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "hm double doors" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stand on table" | ||||
Floyd | You climb up onto the table for a while, but the duck is still far too Floyd | high to reach. The table creaks under your weight, and you deem it Floyd | prudent to get off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x platform" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you need to refer to in the course of this game. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "tie rope to double doors" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "tie rope to door" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "tie rope to table" | DavidW says, "the rope is south" | |||
Floyd | You tie the length of rope to the table. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "fire ball at rafters" | ||||
Floyd | Taking aim, you let fly with the squash ball, but feel the catapult's Floyd | elastic brush against your hair. You watch the ball strike the beam Floyd | just below the duck, which doesn't appear to have moved at all. The Floyd | ball falls to the floor with an unnervingly loud thwack which you hope Floyd | no one heard. Floyd | Floyd | [You'll be more careful with it next time.] Floyd | Floyd | > | lpsmith asks, "against my hair?" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | The ball flies gracefully over the beam, trailing the sewing thread Floyd | behind it, and strikes the floor with a loud report. The impact Floyd | detaches the ball from the thread, and it rolls off to become lost Floyd | somewhere underneath the tables. However, the thread is now looped over Floyd | the beam. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "pull thread" | ||||
Floyd | You pull the length of string up and over the beam. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "pull string" | ||||
Floyd | You pull the length of rope up and over the beam. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "climb rope" | ||||
Floyd | You need to have your hands free to climb a rope. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "drop all" | ||||
Floyd | canvas satchel: Dropped. Floyd | catapult: Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "get satchel" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "wear satchel" | ||||
Floyd | You put on the canvas satchel. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "interesting design" | |||
| maga says, "I think we need to tie it off first" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "climb rope" | ||||
Floyd | You give the rope a few experimental tugs, and it seems to support your Floyd | weight. You've always been scared of heights, but it would be such a Floyd | waste to turn back now. Gingerly, you ascend the rope. Floyd | Floyd | Great Hall (in the rafters) Floyd | You are clinging to one of the lower beams of the rafters, trying not Floyd | to look down. The beam's surface is covered with years of dust. Your Floyd | rope is the only way back down. Floyd | Floyd | The infamous duck perches here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "get duck" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "put duck in satchel" | ||||
Floyd | You put the porcelain duck into the canvas satchel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Great Hall (by high table) Floyd | You are at the north end of a magnificent dining hall. The east and Floyd | west walls stand thirty feet tall; near the top, stained-glass windows Floyd | bearing coats of arms admit the light of the full moon. Below the Floyd | windows hang pictures of past Masters of the college and illustrious Floyd | former alumni, gazing down over the long rows of tables and benches. Floyd | Shadowy rafters support the peaked roof. Floyd | Floyd | At the foot of the north wall, a wide area is raised several inches on Floyd | a wooden platform, where the High Table stands. Hanging on the wall is Floyd | a large portrait of the College's founder. Floyd | Floyd | The rope is looped over the duck's wooden beam up in the rafters. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a catapult, a length of string and a length of sewing Floyd | thread here. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "okay, not if we climb the other end" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Great Hall Floyd | You are in the middle of a magnificent dining hall. The east and west Floyd | walls stand thirty feet tall; near the top, stained-glass windows Floyd | bearing coats of arms admit the light of the full moon. Below the Floyd | windows hang pictures of past Masters of the college and illustrious Floyd | former alumni, gazing down over the long rows of tables and benches. Floyd | Shadowy rafters support the peaked roof. Floyd | Floyd | Directly above you is a hexagonal skylight set in the middle of the Floyd | high ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "up" | ||||
Floyd | Easier said than done. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Great Hall (by high table) Floyd | You are at the north end of a magnificent dining hall. The east and Floyd | west walls stand thirty feet tall; near the top, stained-glass windows Floyd | bearing coats of arms admit the light of the full moon. Below the Floyd | windows hang pictures of past Masters of the college and illustrious Floyd | former alumni, gazing down over the long rows of tables and benches. Floyd | Shadowy rafters support the peaked roof. Floyd | Floyd | At the foot of the north wall, a wide area is raised several inches on Floyd | a wooden platform, where the High Table stands. Hanging on the wall is Floyd | a large portrait of the College's founder. Floyd | Floyd | The rope is looped over the duck's wooden beam up in the rafters. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a catapult, a length of string and a length of sewing Floyd | thread here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "get all" | ||||
Floyd | table: It weighs more than you do. Floyd | portrait: That's hardly portable. Floyd | length of sewing thread: Taken. Floyd | length of string: Taken. Floyd | rafters: Don't be silly. Floyd | catapult: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "untie rope from table" | ||||
Floyd | You untie the length of rope from the table. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Do we need to leave via the skylight now?" | |||
| inky asks, "oh, do we?" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You'd rather not drag things around. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I dunno. I'm asking." | |||
| inky says, "I was just trying to remember what to climb to leave" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a catapult Floyd | a length of string Floyd | a length of sewing thread Floyd | a canvas satchel (being worn and open) Floyd | a porcelain duck Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "get rope" | ||||
Floyd | Most of it isn't within your reach at the moment. You'll have to get it Floyd | down first. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I thought once we had the duck this section would end." | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You'd rather not drag things around. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "pull rope" | ||||
Floyd | You pull the length of string up and over the beam. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "pull string" | ||||
Floyd | You pull the length of rope up and over the beam. Floyd | Floyd | > | lpsmith says, "ha he" | |||
| inky says, "just try dropping the string and thread and stuff, I'd think" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "untie string" | ||||
Floyd | You untie the length of string from the length of sewing thread. Floyd | You untie the length of string from the length of rope. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "pull string" | ||||
Floyd | There's no point in pulling that now. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "get all" | ||||
Floyd | table: It weighs more than you do. Floyd | portrait: That's hardly portable. Floyd | length of string: Taken. Floyd | rafters: Don't be silly. Floyd | Floyd | > | lpsmith asks, "Now do we put the duck somewhere else, or just leave?" | |||
| inky says, "oh right" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "tie thread to string" | ||||
Floyd | You tie the length of sewing thread to the length of string. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "possibly we walk along the beam" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "tie string to rope" | ||||
Floyd | You tie the length of string to the length of rope. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "leave, I think" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "tie ball to thread" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | lpsmith says, "Oh, the ball's gone" | |||
| maga says, "the duck gets placed elsewhere on the following night" | ||||
| DavidW | old college tradition of taking the duck down from the rafters of the Great Hall in the dead of night and putting it back up on another beam the next day. | ||||
| lpsmith says, "sounds good" | ||||
| inky says, "yeah, I guess we lost it" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You'd rather not drag things around. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "untie rope" | ||||
Floyd | You untie the length of rope from the length of string. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "drop rope" | ||||
Floyd | You can't drop something you're not carrying. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "get rope" | ||||
Floyd | Most of it isn't within your reach at the moment. You'll have to get it Floyd | down first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "drop all except satchel and duck" | ||||
Floyd | length of sewing thread: Dropped. Floyd | catapult: Dropped. Floyd | length of string: Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "pull rope" | ||||
Floyd | You pull it down without too much noise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "get rope" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Great Hall Floyd | You are in the middle of a magnificent dining hall. The east and west Floyd | walls stand thirty feet tall; near the top, stained-glass windows Floyd | bearing coats of arms admit the light of the full moon. Below the Floyd | windows hang pictures of past Masters of the college and illustrious Floyd | former alumni, gazing down over the long rows of tables and benches. Floyd | Shadowy rafters support the peaked roof. Floyd | Floyd | Directly above you is a hexagonal skylight set in the middle of the Floyd | high ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Great Hall (by screens) Floyd | You are at the south end of a magnificent dining hall. The east and Floyd | west walls stand thirty feet tall; near the top, stained-glass windows Floyd | bearing coats of arms admit the light of the full moon. Below the Floyd | windows hang pictures of past Masters of the college and illustrious Floyd | former alumni, gazing down over the long rows of tables and benches. Floyd | Shadowy rafters support the peaked roof. Floyd | Floyd | To the south, wooden screens half the height of the walls separate the Floyd | hall from an east-west passageway. Double doors set in the screens are Floyd | locked and bolted shut. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "climb screen" | ||||
Floyd | Your quest successful, you clamber over the screens and stealthily Floyd | away, smiling as you think of the admiration you'll receive from your Floyd | fellow students for this feat of daring. Floyd | Floyd | It is a terrible shock when the duck writhes in your hands, flattening Floyd | into a mere photograph, but at least one thing from this dream has Floyd | remained with you... Floyd | Floyd | [You are no longer afraid of heights.] Floyd | Floyd | Living Room Floyd | This spacious room is comfortably if sparsely furnished. A plush sofa Floyd | and two matching armchairs are arranged around a low wooden tea-table. Floyd | Curtains hang over the long windows on the south wall, keeping the Floyd | warmth from the old electric fireplace in; a clock hangs over the Floyd | mantelpiece. The overall effect might even be cosy, were it not for the Floyd | stark white glare of the unshielded bulb dangling from the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | A simple wooden staircase on the west wall leads up to the first floor; Floyd | underneath the stairs is an utility closet. The kitchen can be seen Floyd | through the empty doorway to the east. Floyd | Floyd | You shudder at the sight of a large spider hanging in the kitchen Floyd | doorway. Floyd | Floyd | The front door is reassuringly and securely locked. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a can of white paint here. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by nine points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "woot" | |||
| inky says, "hooray" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "woohoo" | ||||
| maga says, "okay, let's go and make that attic our bitch" | ||||
| inky says, "ha ha" | ||||
| DavidW says, "ha ha" | ||||
| lpsmith asks, "Have we looked at the papers here?" | ||||
| maga says, "yes" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "we did?" | ||||
| inky says, "yeah, they weren't important" | ||||
| lpsmith says, "Alrighty." | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor Floyd | You are in the western half of a plain whitewashed east-west corridor Floyd | lit by a lamp hanging next to the stairs, which lead down to the ground Floyd | floor. The carpeted wooden floor creaks annoyingly under your feet. Floyd | Floyd | The bathroom lies to the north; a ladder hangs from an opening in the Floyd | ceiling to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor (by ladder) Floyd | A ladder hangs down from a dark square hole in the high ceiling of this Floyd | unadorned corridor. Identical doors to the north, east and south lead Floyd | to various rooms. To the west, hanging over the stairs, a bright Floyd | electric lamp provides illumination. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | The ladder groans, but supports your weight easily. Floyd | Floyd | Fumbling in the dark a bit, you discover the light switch and flip it, Floyd | illuminating the attic. Floyd | Floyd | Attic Floyd | Dust covers the floorboards of this dim attic, lit by a weak ceiling Floyd | lamp, and the air makes you sneeze. Some old chairs are piled Floyd | unceremoniously in one corner. There is no sign of the missing keys. Floyd | Floyd | Near where the sloping ceiling meets the floor by the north wall is a Floyd | hissing, growling contraption of pipes and tanks that emits an Floyd | occasional puff of hot steam, like some modern-day dragon crouched over Floyd | its treasure. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We seem to return to the living room regardless of where we left from." | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "fullscore" | ||||
Floyd | You have so far scored 21 out of a possible 36, in 339 turns, which Floyd | gives you the rank of psychic Voyager. Floyd | Floyd | The score is made up as follows: Floyd | Floyd | 1 reaching the attic Floyd | 1 finding a deeper darkness Floyd | 1 unravelling a tangled web Floyd | 9 rising from the tomb Floyd | 9 stealing the mallard Floyd | Floyd | 21 total (out of 36) Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "interesting" | |||
| Fang arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | olethros says, "yay mallard" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x chairs" | ||||
Floyd | These chairs are all broken in one way or another, which is presumably Floyd | why they've been dumped up here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "search chairs" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x contraption" | ||||
Floyd | The hissing unnerves you, and the occasional puff of steam convinces Floyd | you that you don't want to get too close to it. But you thought you saw Floyd | something glinting underneath. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "look under contraption" | ||||
Floyd | The hissing unnerves you, and the occasional puff of steam convinces Floyd | you that you don't want to get too close to it. But you thought you saw Floyd | something glinting underneath. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x glint" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "search contraption" | ||||
Floyd | The hissing unnerves you, and the occasional puff of steam convinces Floyd | you that you don't want to get too close to it. But you thought you saw Floyd | something glinting underneath. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), " x something" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x keys" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "gonsarn it" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x glinting" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x dragon" | ||||
Floyd | The hissing unnerves you, and the occasional puff of steam convinces Floyd | you that you don't want to get too close to it. But you thought you saw Floyd | something glinting underneath. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x pipes" | ||||
Floyd | The hissing unnerves you, and the occasional puff of steam convinces Floyd | you that you don't want to get too close to it. But you thought you saw Floyd | something glinting underneath. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "there is probably a magnet or something in the kitchen" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros asks, "dragon?" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to maga), "We can't go in there, because I hate arachnids." | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x floorboards" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x lamp" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says (to olethros), "yes. In the description" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Even though they are beautiful and control insect populations." | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "dragon, move" | ||||
Floyd | You can't talk to the hissing contraption. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "spiders are awesome" | |||
| inky says, "right, but hmm" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "touch dragon" | ||||
Floyd | Little is to be gained by that. Floyd | Floyd | > | lpsmith says, "Hee" | |||
| inky asks, "mustn't there be an item in here that lets us get past the spider?" | ||||
| olethros asks, "or are you talking about dragons, J?" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "look" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Attic Floyd | Dust covers the floorboards of this dim attic, lit by a weak ceiling Floyd | lamp, and the air makes you sneeze. Some old chairs are piled Floyd | unceremoniously in one corner. There is no sign of the missing keys. Floyd | Floyd | Near where the sloping ceiling meets the floor by the north wall is a Floyd | hissing, growling contraption of pipes and tanks that emits an Floyd | occasional puff of hot steam, like some modern-day dragon crouched over Floyd | its treasure. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky asks, "or are there other rooms that have stuff in them?" | |||
| olethros says, "wait, paint" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x floorboards" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "put paint ni steam" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to olethros), "Spiders." | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "put can in steam" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x ceiling" | ||||
Floyd | There doesn't seem to be anything remarkable about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Attic Floyd | Dust covers the floorboards of this dim attic, lit by a weak ceiling Floyd | lamp, and the air makes you sneeze. Some old chairs are piled Floyd | unceremoniously in one corner. There is no sign of the missing keys. Floyd | Floyd | Near where the sloping ceiling meets the floor by the north wall is a Floyd | hissing, growling contraption of pipes and tanks that emits an Floyd | occasional puff of hot steam, like some modern-day dragon crouched over Floyd | its treasure. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "open can" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "search chairs" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "get chairs" | ||||
Floyd | That's hardly portable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "scoref put can in contraption" | ||||
Floyd | [scoref -> score] Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to score. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros asks, "where did the can go?" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "sit in chairs" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "probably back in the study" | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "put can in contraption" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "move chairs" | ||||
Floyd | You are unable to. Floyd | Floyd | > | Fang says, "maybe there's a way to turn it off" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "We don't have it since the last memory, I think." | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "inhale steam" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor (by ladder) Floyd | A ladder hangs down from a dark square hole in the high ceiling of this Floyd | unadorned corridor. Identical doors to the north, east and south lead Floyd | to various rooms. To the west, hanging over the stairs, a bright Floyd | electric lamp provides illumination. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Study Floyd | A large bookcase occupies the north wall of this brightly lit room. Floyd | Next to the dull green curtains of the window stands a wooden desk. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a heap of worthless paper, a college photograph, a broken Floyd | drawer (which is closed) and a wooden desk here. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "hunh, no can" | |||
| olethros asks, "let us .. closet again?" | ||||
| lpsmith asks, "Maybe it's back where it was originally?" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor (by ladder) Floyd | A ladder hangs down from a dark square hole in the high ceiling of this Floyd | unadorned corridor. Identical doors to the north, east and south lead Floyd | to various rooms. To the west, hanging over the stairs, a bright Floyd | electric lamp provides illumination. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "hint" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Hints Floyd | N = next sP = previous Floyd | RETUR Q = resume game Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > I need help... (spoilers) Floyd | | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "q" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor (by ladder) Floyd | A ladder hangs down from a dark square hole in the high ceiling of this Floyd | unadorned corridor. Identical doors to the north, east and south lead Floyd | to various rooms. To the west, hanging over the stairs, a bright Floyd | electric lamp provides illumination. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "no cheating!" | |||
| lpsmith says, "Hee hee" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Guest Room Floyd | A small, windowless and rather cramped bedroom. Perhaps that explains Floyd | why overnight visitors are so infrequent. Floyd | Floyd | You can see an ornamental plate and a dusty leather-bound book here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "ha" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x plate" | ||||
Floyd | A small, rather attractive copper plate inlaid with intricate silver Floyd | patterns. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "This is a pretty good game." | |||
| inky says, "let's throw that at it" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Neat concept, certainly." | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "read book" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Try as you might, you can't trigger the memories of your Egyptian Floyd | adventure a second time, and the book is terribly uninteresting. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor (by ladder) Floyd | A ladder hangs down from a dark square hole in the high ceiling of this Floyd | unadorned corridor. Identical doors to the north, east and south lead Floyd | to various rooms. To the west, hanging over the stairs, a bright Floyd | electric lamp provides illumination. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "n. get plate. s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Guest Room Floyd | A small, windowless and rather cramped bedroom. Perhaps that explains Floyd | why overnight visitors are so infrequent. Floyd | Floyd | You can see an ornamental plate and a dusty leather-bound book here. Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor (by ladder) Floyd | A ladder hangs down from a dark square hole in the high ceiling of this Floyd | unadorned corridor. Identical doors to the north, east and south lead Floyd | to various rooms. To the west, hanging over the stairs, a bright Floyd | electric lamp provides illumination. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "just wanted to see if the paint is important, but ok" | |||
| inky says, "well, it probably is" | ||||
| olethros says, "(99.9% it is I guess)" | ||||
| inky says, "but let's keep going until we get stuck" | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "x lamp" | ||||
Floyd | It's just an ordinary ceiling lamp, although the occasional flicker Floyd | gives you a faint sense of unease. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor Floyd | You are in the western half of a plain whitewashed east-west corridor Floyd | lit by a lamp hanging next to the stairs, which lead down to the ground Floyd | floor. The carpeted wooden floor creaks annoyingly under your feet. Floyd | Floyd | The bathroom lies to the north; a ladder hangs from an opening in the Floyd | ceiling to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Living Room Floyd | This spacious room is comfortably if sparsely furnished. A plush sofa Floyd | and two matching armchairs are arranged around a low wooden tea-table. Floyd | Curtains hang over the long windows on the south wall, keeping the Floyd | warmth from the old electric fireplace in; a clock hangs over the Floyd | mantelpiece. The overall effect might even be cosy, were it not for the Floyd | stark white glare of the unshielded bulb dangling from the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | A simple wooden staircase on the west wall leads up to the first floor; Floyd | underneath the stairs is an utility closet. The kitchen can be seen Floyd | through the empty doorway to the east. Floyd | Floyd | You shudder at the sight of a large spider hanging in the kitchen Floyd | doorway. Floyd | Floyd | The front door is reassuringly and securely locked. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a can of white paint here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "take can" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | In the distance, you hear the wail of an approaching siren. Floyd | Floyd | > | lpsmith says, "Yay paint" | |||
| maga says, "THERE" | ||||
| inky says, "hunh" | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "drink paint" | ||||
Floyd | Appalling. Floyd | Floyd | The siren is getting closer, and you can now make out the throb of an Floyd | engine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "throw plate at spider" | ||||
Floyd | Mustering all your courage, you throw the ornamental plate at the Floyd | startled spider, which drops to the floor! Unfortunately, it appears Floyd | unharmed and you watch with a mixture of disgust and relief as it Floyd | scuttles back to its former position. Floyd | Floyd | The ornamental plate lands in the kitchen. Floyd | Floyd | The siren abruptly stops, and you hear the squeal of mistreated tyres. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "grr" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Living Room Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "it didnt work with the paint" | |||
| inky says, "oh yeah, I remember this puzzle" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "look out window" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to look. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "put can under spider" | ||||
Floyd | Watching the spider carefully, you carefully put the can of white paint Floyd | underneath it in the doorway. Floyd | Floyd | The siren abruptly stops, and you hear the squeal of mistreated tyres. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "uh. Are we on a timer?" | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "Wait, did we tinker with the utility closet?" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "throw plate at spider" | ||||
Floyd | Mustering all your courage, you throw the ornamental plate at the Floyd | startled spider, which drops to the floor, landing on the closed can of Floyd | paint! Unfortunately, it appears unharmed and you watch with a mixture Floyd | of disgust and relief as it scuttles back to its former position. Floyd | Floyd | The ornamental plate lands in the kitchen. Floyd | Floyd | The car comes to a halt just outside your house. You feel a sudden Floyd | chill. They are coming for you! Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "exactly" | |||
| inky says, "oh jeez" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "open paint" | ||||
Floyd | The lid appears to be stuck, and it's too painful trying to prise it Floyd | open with your fingernails. Floyd | Floyd | You hear vehicle doors being flung open, and cannot suppress the urge Floyd | to scream. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky asks, "wait wait, there's a timer?" | |||
| maga says, "GAH" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "yeah um" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | Fang says, "ok;ok" | |||
| olethros says, "you must undo" | ||||
| Fang says, "stop" | ||||
| lpsmith says, "Or restore I guess." | ||||
| lpsmith asks, "Have we saved?" | ||||
| inky says, "nah" | ||||
| olethros says, "I dont think there is a timer" | ||||
| maga says, "YOU CAN'T COME IN I AM TRYING TO MURDER AN INNOCENT ARTHROPOD" | ||||
| inky says, "ha ha" | ||||
| olethros says, "hehehehe" | ||||
| DavidW says, "ha" | ||||
| Fang says, "let's see what happens first" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to lpsmith), "You don't know our new motto, obviously." | ||||
| inky says, ""freeze! park rangers!"" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to inky), "YAY" | ||||
| Fang says, "we might not die" | ||||
| lpsmith says, "Ha ha" | ||||
| olethros says, "hohohoho" | ||||
| DavidW says, "Looks like we need to open the paint can to trap the spider with." | ||||
| inky says, "yeah" | ||||
| inky says, "hmm" | ||||
| olethros says, "steam in attic" | ||||
| lpsmith says, "f open paint with plate" | ||||
| lpsmith says, "bah" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "open paint with plate" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Fang says, "this is a rather obscure puzzle" | |||
| DavidW says (to olethros), "oh. maybe." | ||||
| lpsmith asks, "No screwdrivers or the like lying around?" | ||||
| inky asks, "oh, do we have to undo a couple times to get the plate back?" | ||||
| maga says, "argh, the plate is now in the kitchen" | ||||
| DavidW says, "No one's looked under the bed yet." | ||||
| olethros says, "we must undo to get the plate" | ||||
| Fang asks, "what are we trying to do?" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "i wonder if park rangers say 'freeze' in alaska" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Living Room Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Living Room Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Living Room Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Living Room Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Living Room Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Living Room Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Living Room Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "i" | inky says (to Taleslinger), "hee hee" | |||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a can of white paint Floyd | an ornamental plate Floyd | Floyd | The siren is getting closer, and you can now make out the throb of an Floyd | engine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "open paint with plate" | ||||
Floyd | Working the edge of the plate underneath the lid, you manage to lever Floyd | the can open. Floyd | Floyd | The siren abruptly stops, and you hear the squeal of mistreated tyres. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "snrk" | |||
| lpsmith says, "Yay" | ||||
| olethros says, "hooray doubleuse" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "put paint under spider" | ||||
Floyd | Watching the spider carefully, you carefully put the can of white paint Floyd | underneath it in the doorway. Floyd | Floyd | The car comes to a halt just outside your house. You feel a sudden Floyd | chill. They are coming for you! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "throw plate at spider" | ||||
Floyd | Mustering all your courage, you throw the ornamental plate at the Floyd | startled spider, which lets go of its thread, landing in the open can Floyd | of paint with a faint plop. As the loathsome thing struggles in the Floyd | paint, you slam the lid back on, trapping it inside! Floyd | Floyd | The ornamental plate lands in the kitchen. Floyd | Floyd | You hear vehicle doors being flung open, and cannot suppress the urge Floyd | to scream. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by four points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Now we can enter the kitchen" | |||
| inky says, "I bet this timer is irritatingly going to run out right before we finish" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "enter the kitchen, ceremoniously" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | lpsmith says, "Either that or we're just paranoid" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | This room retains a faint smell of paint. Cupboards containing kitchen Floyd | utensils and tinned food leer at you from the walls. The only exit is Floyd | back west to the living room. Floyd | Floyd | On the counter is a pair of yellow gloves. Floyd | Floyd | Inverted in the sink is a glass bowl, reflecting the ceiling lamp in Floyd | your eye. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see an ornamental plate here. Floyd | Floyd | Heavy feet pound on the pavement as the car doors are slammed shut Floyd | again. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "go on a cop-killing ramapage >you lost your fear of cops." | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "What started this timer, anyway?" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "get gloves" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | You hear several sharp raps on the front door, a harsh voice shouting Floyd | "Open up! Police!" Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "it may have been running all game" | |||
| olethros says, "woah" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "yikes" | ||||
| DavidW says, "Or entering the attic." | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "get bowl" | ||||
Floyd | You are too panicked to be affected by the bowl, interesting though the Floyd | sound it makes may be. Floyd | Floyd | The knocking and shouting continues outside, and dread rises in you Floyd | from a bottomless well. What have you done? Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "ok we must open the door I guess" | |||
| Jacqueline asks, "Are you crazy?" | ||||
| inky says, "right, but we don't have the keys" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "Keys are in the attic, remember?" | ||||
| olethros says, "aha" | ||||
| Fang asks, "hide in the attic?" | ||||
| maga says, "ASK PIG ABOUT WARRANT" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "get plate" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | There is a sudden quiet, then muffled voices and the sound of a large Floyd | object bumping against the ground outside. You scream again. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Let's just take a pill early and kill ourselves before the cops come get us." | |||
| inky says, "you'll never take us alive, coppers!" | ||||
| Fang says, ">show spider to cops" | ||||
| lpsmith asks, "Maybe we can deal with the steam now that we have the gloves?" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take gloves" | ||||
Floyd | You already have that. Floyd | Floyd | There is a succession of unnervingly loud percussive raps from outside. Floyd | They are trying to break the front door down, and each blow is like Floyd | water crashing against a dam. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "call lawyer." | |||
| inky says, "yeah" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear gloves" | ||||
Floyd | You put on the gloves. Floyd | Floyd | There is a succession of unnervingly loud percussive raps from outside. Floyd | They are trying to break the front door down, and each blow is like Floyd | water crashing against a dam. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "ask cops about warrant" | ||||
Floyd | [cops -> oops] Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Let's hide in some escapist memory and pretend they're not here to kill us." | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "never_get_us_coppers" | ||||
Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says (to lps), "probably too late, but still" | |||
| lpsmith says, "Yeah" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "That's what I'm a-thinkin'" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Living Room Floyd | This spacious room is comfortably if sparsely furnished. A plush sofa Floyd | and two matching armchairs are arranged around a low wooden tea-table. Floyd | Curtains hang over the long windows on the south wall, keeping the Floyd | warmth from the old electric fireplace in; a clock hangs over the Floyd | mantelpiece. The overall effect might even be cosy, were it not for the Floyd | stark white glare of the unshielded bulb dangling from the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | A simple wooden staircase on the west wall leads up to the first floor; Floyd | underneath the stairs is an utility closet. The kitchen can be seen Floyd | through the empty doorway to the east. Floyd | Floyd | The door isn't going to hold up much longer. Floyd | Floyd | On the kitchen doorway is a can of white paint. Floyd | Floyd | Panic boils within you with each stroke of the battering ram, and you Floyd | know with terrible clarity that they must not be allowed to break the Floyd | door down, as behind the dam the currents surge... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor Floyd | You are in the western half of a plain whitewashed east-west corridor Floyd | lit by a lamp hanging next to the stairs, which lead down to the ground Floyd | floor. The carpeted wooden floor creaks annoyingly under your feet. Floyd | Floyd | The bathroom lies to the north; a ladder hangs from an opening in the Floyd | ceiling to the east. Floyd | Floyd | You begin to hear the splintering of wood, the banging beginning to Floyd | crumble your grip on sanity. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor (by ladder) Floyd | A ladder hangs down from a dark square hole in the high ceiling of this Floyd | unadorned corridor. Identical doors to the north, east and south lead Floyd | to various rooms. To the west, hanging over the stairs, a bright Floyd | electric lamp provides illumination. Floyd | Floyd | The creaking of the door increases with the pounding of your heart. The Floyd | dam is weakening, and you are trapped! Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline will not be shocked if we have to start over and quickly walk our way back to near this point in fewer moves. | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Upstairs Corridor Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | The creaking of the door increases with the pounding of your heart. The Floyd | dam is weakening, and you are trapped! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | Crash! The hinges of the door are beginning to give way. Crash! Cracks Floyd | start to form in the dam's surface. Crash! The castle walls are Floyd | failing, and outside the slavering monsters await. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Upstairs Corridor Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | lpsmith says, "whoops, sorry" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Upstairs Corridor Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Living Room Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "e first" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor Floyd | You are in the western half of a plain whitewashed east-west corridor Floyd | lit by a lamp hanging next to the stairs, which lead down to the ground Floyd | floor. The carpeted wooden floor creaks annoyingly under your feet. Floyd | Floyd | The bathroom lies to the north; a ladder hangs from an opening in the Floyd | ceiling to the east. Floyd | Floyd | You begin to hear the splintering of wood, the banging beginning to Floyd | crumble your grip on sanity. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "then up" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor (by ladder) Floyd | A ladder hangs down from a dark square hole in the high ceiling of this Floyd | unadorned corridor. Identical doors to the north, east and south lead Floyd | to various rooms. To the west, hanging over the stairs, a bright Floyd | electric lamp provides illumination. Floyd | Floyd | The creaking of the door increases with the pounding of your heart. The Floyd | dam is weakening, and you are trapped! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | The ladder groans, but supports your weight easily. Floyd | Floyd | Attic Floyd | Dust covers the floorboards of this dim attic, lit by a weak ceiling Floyd | lamp, and the air makes you sneeze. Some old chairs are piled Floyd | unceremoniously in one corner. There is no sign of the missing keys. Floyd | Floyd | Near where the sloping ceiling meets the floor by the north wall is a Floyd | hissing, growling contraption of pipes and tanks that emits an Floyd | occasional puff of hot steam, like some modern-day dragon crouched over Floyd | its treasure. Floyd | Floyd | Crash! The hinges of the door are beginning to give way. Crash! Cracks Floyd | start to form in the dam's surface. Crash! The castle walls are Floyd | failing, and outside the slavering monsters await. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn off contraption" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you can switch. Floyd | Floyd | With a final tortured groan, the front door collapses, the dam bursts, Floyd | torrents of water pour into the house, through the shattered castle Floyd | walls, flooding your mind with a dark infinity of nightmares - you Floyd | scream with the ultimate horror, the knowledge that your sanity will Floyd | soon be drowned beneath the inexorably rising tide - and as cold, cruel Floyd | hands begin to drag you up, something snaps within and you twist your Floyd | hands around your captor's neck in a final act of defiance as the world Floyd | blurs... Floyd | Floyd | Then two shots pierce the night, and for a brief moment, all is one. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In that game you scored 25 out of a possible 36, in 385 turns, which Floyd | gives you the rank of psychic Voyager. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, give the FULL score Floyd | for that game or QUIT? Floyd | > | inky says, "whoops, I got us killed again" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Attic Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "search dragon" | ||||
Floyd | The hissing unnerves you, and the occasional puff of steam convinces Floyd | you that you don't want to get too close to it. But you thought you saw Floyd | something glinting underneath. Floyd | Floyd | With a final tortured groan, the front door collapses, the dam bursts, Floyd | torrents of water pour into the house, through the shattered castle Floyd | walls, flooding your mind with a dark infinity of nightmares - you Floyd | scream with the ultimate horror, the knowledge that your sanity will Floyd | soon be drowned beneath the inexorably rising tide - and as cold, cruel Floyd | hands begin to drag you up, something snaps within and you twist your Floyd | hands around your captor's neck in a final act of defiance as the world Floyd | blurs... Floyd | Floyd | Then two shots pierce the night, and for a brief moment, all is one. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In that game you scored 25 out of a possible 36, in 385 turns, which Floyd | gives you the rank of psychic Voyager. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, give the FULL score Floyd | for that game or QUIT? Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Did we need to take a pill?" | |||
| lpsmith says, "Oh well" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks (of inky), "You don't like us, do you?" | ||||
| olethros says, "I think we needed to look at teh bowl in the kitchen" | ||||
| maga says (to DW), "oh, that's a thought" | ||||
| olethros says, "but we were too late" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: | olethros says, "it said 'you cannot concentrate on teh sound of the bowl because of the cops'" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "never_get_us_coppers" | ||||
Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "x bowl" | ||||
Floyd | You are too panicked to be affected by the bowl, interesting though the Floyd | sound it makes may be. Floyd | Floyd | Panic boils within you with each stroke of the battering ram, and you Floyd | know with terrible clarity that they must not be allowed to break the Floyd | door down, as behind the dam the currents surge... Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "nuts" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open pillbox" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky asks, "ok, anyone feel up to replaying this from the start?" | |||
| inky says, "I imagine it'll go faster" | ||||
| lpsmith says, "Oh, if we had done this earlier, we might have been OK." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yes." | ||||
| olethros says, "so we must go back to just before that - we wasted some time wandering around the house" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "We didn't take the pillbox?!?" | ||||
| Taleslinger asks, "maybe we can reinforce the door somehow?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I think we might need to do that." | ||||
| trikiw arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | Jacqueline says, "Restart, walk our way quickly through the first memories, then save." | |||
| trikiw says, "hi" | Jacqueline says, "In case the timer starts from the very beginning" | |||
| maga says, "gyah" | ||||
| lpsmith says, "Sounds OK to me." | ||||
| olethros says, "ok let's do it quickly" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "restart" | ||||
Floyd | Are you sure you want to restart? | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "y" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | You are running for your life down dark, labyrinthine corridors, your Floyd | heart pounding almost as loudly as the heavy boots of your relentless Floyd | pursuer. But your legs are collapsing under you, your breaths coming in Floyd | ragged gasps. At the last, strength fails you and you collapse Floyd | face-down upon the unforgiving concrete. Cold hands grasp your neck, Floyd | hauling you upright, forcing your unwilling eyes open to gaze into the Floyd | hard, cruel, familiar face of your captor - and you scream with the Floyd | horrible recognition that those twisted features are your own. Floyd | Floyd | You are still screaming when you awaken in sweat-drenched clothes, Floyd | deeply relieved that it was only a dream. Yet something is not right. Floyd | Why does the darkness beyond the window look so threatening? Why do the Floyd | sounds of the night bear such menace? Indeed, why are you in such Floyd | constant... Floyd | Floyd | FEAR Floyd | An Interactive Nightmare Floyd | For information, type "about" Floyd | Release 1 / Serial number 961012 / Inform v1502 Library 5/12 Floyd | Standard interpreter 1.0 Floyd | Floyd | Bedroom (on the bed) Floyd | This first-floor room is almost uncomfortably warm and well-lit. The Floyd | bed sits against the east wall, and curtains cover the windows to the Floyd | south. A calendar hangs from a hook on one wall, and the exit is to the Floyd | north. Floyd | Floyd | On the bedside table are a pillbox (which is closed) (in which are nine Floyd | white pills), a small leaflet and a telephone. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga asks, "who's driving?" | |||
| lpsmith asks, "Who wants to do it?" | ||||
| lpsmith says, "(I dunno the layout here)" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Hm. DW has the map?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I guess I can try" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "stand" | ||||
Floyd | You get off the bed. Floyd | Floyd | Bedroom Floyd | Floyd | On the bedside table are a pillbox (which is closed) (in which are nine Floyd | white pills), a small leaflet and a telephone. Floyd | Floyd | You feel suddenly claustrophobic as you hear a rustling nearby. What Floyd | lurks in the shadows, waiting to pounce? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor (by ladder) Floyd | A ladder hangs down from a dark square hole in the high ceiling of this Floyd | unadorned corridor. Identical doors to the north, east and south lead Floyd | to various rooms. To the west, hanging over the stairs, a bright Floyd | electric lamp provides illumination. Floyd | Floyd | Seeing the ladder suddenly reminds you where you left the house keys. Floyd | They fell out of your pocket in the attic yesterday afternoon. Floyd | Floyd | The house is strangely unfamiliar, as if you'd read about it in a book Floyd | but never actually set foot inside before. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Get the pillbox!" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Guest Room Floyd | A small, windowless and rather cramped bedroom. Perhaps that explains Floyd | why overnight visitors are so infrequent. Floyd | Floyd | You can see an ornamental plate and a dusty leather-bound book here. Floyd | Floyd | As you try to compose your mind, dark memories wash over you: Floyd | explosions, death, the tolling of funeral bells, gloom, isolation. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take plate" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | You catch a flurry of movement out of the corner of your eye, but when Floyd | you turn there is nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros asks, "do we really need it?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x book" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "read book" | ||||
Floyd | The title of the book is "The Pyramids of Egypt". Written by a 19th Floyd | century archaeologist whose name you can't pronounce, it describes Floyd | several of the monuments in excruciating detail, almost down to the Floyd | precise measurements of each brick. Idly flipping through the dull Floyd | volume, your eyes are drawn to a few paragraphs speculating on the Floyd | existence of yet undiscovered pyramids hidden beneath the shifting Floyd | desert sands. You set the book aside. Floyd | Floyd | Suddenly, you recall that holiday you took in Egypt several years ago, Floyd | and the memories - slowly at first, but then faster and faster - flash Floyd | back to you, images of clear skies, desolate sands, ancient ruins, Floyd | clearer and closer as time itself seems to dissolve, statues almost Floyd | tangibly solid, spiralling ever inward until memory and consciousness Floyd | converge... Floyd | Floyd | By Pyramid Entrance Floyd | You'd left the tour bus behind for the afternoon to investigate this Floyd | recently discovered monument, the tomb of an obscure twelfth dynasty Floyd | ruler. It made headlines when it was discovered following the violent Floyd | desert storms of last summer, and the sand still lingers around its Floyd | base. Hardly any tourists have heard of this place, and not having to Floyd | put up with the endless babbling is part of the attraction for you. The Floyd | hot sun reflects blindingly off the polished white limestone of the Floyd | casing. Floyd | Floyd | The view from this slightly wobbly wooden platform halfway up the Floyd | pyramid would doubtless be magnificent, were there anything to look at Floyd | other than desert. To the west are rickety stairs leading back to the Floyd | ground, and to the east a dim passage descends into the man-made Floyd | mountain. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Not sure." | |||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | As good-looking as ever. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "probably not" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "mmkay" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Sloping Passage Floyd | This narrow, low-ceilinged passage with smooth granite walls slopes Floyd | downwards and eastwards into the heart of the vast edifice. It is cool Floyd | inside, a welcome relief from the baking desert sun. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gunther hollers, "EELLLLIISSOONN" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Sloping Gallery Floyd | The narrow passage from the west opens out into a wide sloping gallery Floyd | that descends eastwards into what appears to be a burial chamber. Tall Floyd | pillars set against the walls hold up the high ceiling. The walls are Floyd | inscribed with scenes from the Egyptian Book of the Dead. Floyd | Floyd | Only your footfalls break the silence, echoing ever fainter into the Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Burial Chamber Floyd | What a disappointment. This chamber must have once been filled with Floyd | treasures beyond imagination, before the museums plundered its wealth. Floyd | Dark patches of stone on the floor are the only indication of where Floyd | valuable artifacts once stood, while the walls stand bare and forlorn. Floyd | The massive sarcophagus remains in the centre of the room, but only, Floyd | you suspect, because of its sheer weight. Floyd | Floyd | The sarcophagus lid bears a menacing engraving of the spirit of the Floyd | deceased Pharoah calling down maledictions upon all who would defile Floyd | his tomb. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "There was just a thought about taking the pill to stop that timer earlier." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | As you turn to leave, you feel strangely compelled to glance back at Floyd | the defiled sarcophagus one more time. A tiny flicker in the shadows. Floyd | Did the Pharoah's lips move in a curse? At that moment, your torch Floyd | somehow slips from your panicking hands, and you dive for it in the Floyd | wildly flickering light. As if guided by an unseen hand, it rolls into Floyd | a small gap at the foot of the north wall that you somehow hadn't Floyd | noticed earlier, plunging you into complete darkness. Two heartbeats Floyd | later, you hear what must surely be your torch shattering on a hard Floyd | surface, followed shortly by the awful grinding noise of stone against Floyd | stone in the distance, echoing through the empty chamber... Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | You are groping around blindly in the dark. The walls and floor are Floyd | smooth, cold stone. The imposing sarcophagus, thankfully, is still Floyd | closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x gap" | ||||
Floyd | The rectangular hole is about two feet wide and just tall enough for Floyd | you, with some trepidation, to stick your arm into. It leads to a Floyd | seemingly vertical, square, smooth-walled shaft. On its back wall is a Floyd | curiously protruding stone. Floyd | Floyd | Unearthly, mocking laughter rings in your ears. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "enter gap" | ||||
Floyd | The hole is too narrow to squeeze through. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "push stone" | ||||
Floyd | Bracing your feet against the sarcophagus, you push against the stone Floyd | with all your strength, and as it slides inwards you feel air move Floyd | against your face and hear grinding from the wall just in front of you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push rock" | ||||
Floyd | [rock -> lock] Floyd | You don't feel any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Ellison hollers, "GUNTHER!!" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "down" | ||||
Floyd | You carefully lower yourself, feet first, into the cramped shaft. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness (in a shaft) Floyd | You are braced against the cold stone walls of a narrow, claustrophobic Floyd | square shaft, trying unsuccessfully to avoid thinking about burial in a Floyd | tall coffin. You could climb down with some care, or crawl back up into Floyd | the sarcophagus room. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "down" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness (at the bottom of a shaft) Floyd | You are at the bottom of the narrow shaft. On the floor is a heap of Floyd | debris that cracks and crumbles under your feet. The air here has an Floyd | unpleasant smell of decay. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "east" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I guess I'm too slow." | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | But you aren't in anything at the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x debris" | ||||
Floyd | This must have been some ancient mechanism of wood and rope, rotted Floyd | away over the centuries and now completely unrecognisable. The useless, Floyd | broken remains of your torch are scattered in this heap; you nearly cut Floyd | yourself on a fragment of glass from the bulb. The remnants of several Floyd | ancient ropes seem to lead underneath the south wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "snrk" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "hit south wall" | ||||
Floyd | The wall collapses outwards with a loud crash, the noise of its fall Floyd | resounding from what must be a cavernous chamber. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Well, if olethros feels comfy doing it." | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "s" | olethros says, "I'll redo this section" | |||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "push statue n" | ||||
Floyd | The heavy statue scrapes against the floor as you push it, and its Floyd | mouth seems to emit a breath. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "This is the part I definitely couldn't do because I wasn't keeping track of things." | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "push statue s" | ||||
Floyd | The heavy statue scrapes against the floor as you push it, and its Floyd | mouth seems to emit a breath. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "wait I got mixed up with mud and game directions :)" | |||
| DavidW says, "You only have to move two of the statues, really." | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | You almost choke on the stagnant air. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "push statue n" | ||||
Floyd | The heavy statue scrapes against the floor as you push it, and its Floyd | mouth seems to emit a breath. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | > | lpsmith asks (of DW), "You know which two?" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "push statue n" | ||||
Floyd | The heavy statue scrapes against the floor as you push it, and its Floyd | mouth seems to emit a breath. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "push statue n" | ||||
Floyd | The heavy statue scrapes against the floor as you push it, and its Floyd | mouth seems to emit a breath. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | You shiver involuntarily in the chill blackness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | You almost choke on the stagnant air. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "n. n. n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "push statue s" | ||||
Floyd | The heavy statue scrapes against the floor as you push it, and its Floyd | mouth seems to emit a breath. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "push statue s" | ||||
Floyd | The heavy statue scrapes against the floor as you push it, and its Floyd | mouth seems to emit a breath. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x statue" | ||||
Floyd | A statue, slightly taller than you, of a fierce bird-headed god with Floyd | its eyes shut and sharp beak open. In one hand it holds a crook, and in Floyd | the other an eight-pointed star. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "hm" | |||
| DavidW says, "I could say, but it seems it can wait." | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | You feel a stone statue standing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "push statue n" | ||||
Floyd | The heavy statue scrapes against the floor as you push it, and its Floyd | mouth seems to emit a breath. Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | Floyd | From somewhere above, you hear a muffled, distant grinding. Floyd | Floyd | > | lpsmith exclaims, "There we go!" | |||
| olethros asks, "ok where is the exit?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "North wall, column 2" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness (at the bottom of a shaft) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Darkness (in a shaft) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | You emerge from the darkness to an astonishing sight. Light pours onto Floyd | the sarcophagus from the west, bathing the pharoah's austere face in an Floyd | aura of blinding majesty. Perhaps it could be a trick of the shadows on Floyd | your still-adjusting eyes, but you thought for a moment you saw those Floyd | dead lips curve in the faintest shadow of a smile, bidding you a silent Floyd | farewell. And this time, you do not look back as you run joyously Floyd | outward and away from the grave, through the halls miraculously Floyd | suffused with the light and warmth of the setting sun at the end of the Floyd | corridor, as reality seems to blur and the winds of time sweep you, Floyd | feather-light, forever up and closer to the sun... Floyd | Floyd | Reluctantly, you open your eyes to find that the sun is in fact the Floyd | bare electric bulb of your living room, but something remains within Floyd | you as a legacy of the trip... Floyd | Floyd | [You are no longer afraid of the dark.] Floyd | Floyd | Living Room Floyd | This spacious room is comfortably if sparsely furnished. A plush sofa Floyd | and two matching armchairs are arranged around a low wooden tea-table. Floyd | Curtains hang over the long windows on the south wall, keeping the Floyd | warmth from the old electric fireplace in; a clock hangs over the Floyd | mantelpiece. The overall effect might even be cosy, were it not for the Floyd | stark white glare of the unshielded bulb dangling from the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | A simple wooden staircase on the west wall leads up to the first floor; Floyd | underneath the stairs is an utility closet. The kitchen can be seen Floyd | through the empty doorway to the east. Floyd | Floyd | You shudder at the sight of a large spider hanging in the kitchen Floyd | doorway. Floyd | Floyd | The front door is reassuringly and securely locked. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see an ornamental plate here. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by nine points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | lpsmith says, "whoops ha" | |||
| inky says, "ha ha whoops" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||||
| olethros says, "ok that is an intuiotive name" | ||||
| lpsmith asks, "How about we do the spider next?" | ||||
| olethros says, "yes" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "get plate" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "sure" | |||
| DavidW says, "oh. That's an idea." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to olethros), "Well, except when we go to load we might end up calling it 'restore,' and that won't work." | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "Err...I don't want to do the spider..." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open closet" | ||||
Floyd | You open the utility closet, revealing a can of white paint. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take can" | olethros says, "snrk" | |||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open can with plate" | ||||
Floyd | Working the edge of the plate underneath the lid, you manage to lever Floyd | the can open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "put can under spider" | ||||
Floyd | Watching the spider carefully, you carefully put the can of white paint Floyd | underneath it in the doorway. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "throw plate at spider" | ||||
Floyd | Mustering all your courage, you throw the ornamental plate at the Floyd | startled spider, which lets go of its thread, landing in the open can Floyd | of paint with a faint plop. As the loathsome thing struggles in the Floyd | paint, you slam the lid back on, trapping it inside! Floyd | Floyd | The ornamental plate lands in the kitchen. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by four points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "hooray" | |||
| DavidW asks, "save again?" | Jacqueline says, "w00t" | |||
| olethros says, "yeah" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Save again?" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "save2" | ||||
Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "B}" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | This room retains a faint smell of paint. Cupboards containing kitchen Floyd | utensils and tinned food leer at you from the walls. The only exit is Floyd | back west to the living room. Floyd | Floyd | On the counter is a pair of yellow gloves. Floyd | Floyd | Inverted in the sink is a glass bowl, reflecting the ceiling lamp in Floyd | your eye. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see an ornamental plate here. Floyd | Floyd | Something scrapes across the roof as you stand petrified in fear. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| trikiw goes flopbot | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take gloves, plate" | ||||
Floyd | gloves: Taken. Floyd | ornamental plate: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "x bowl" | ||||
Floyd | Strangely drawn to the bowl, you tap a finger on its surface, and the Floyd | sound rings out like a bell, an alarm bell repeating itself over and Floyd | over in your head. Pealing a warning of danger, but how can it be, one Floyd | tap on a glass hemisphere, creating such a cacophony - Run, escape, Floyd | flee, calls a voice somewhere in your mind, but where to? You are Floyd | trapped in a bell, the walls vibrating with every clang, shaking every Floyd | bone in your body, and there is no way out... Floyd | Floyd | Centre of Crystal Dome Floyd | You stand near the centre of a faceted, hemispherical crystal dome as Floyd | large as a stadium. Unusual rock formations protrude from the rocky Floyd | floor, which is streaked with mysteriously luminescent veins of quartz. Floyd | Beyond the dome nothing can be made out but distorted reflections. Floyd | Floyd | Thrusting out of the floor before you is a many-pointed stalagmite that Floyd | holds in its clawed grip an immense, eye-like red crystal. Floyd | Floyd | Hovering here is a sphere composed of swirling mist. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere floats up and down in time to your breathing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says, "whoa" | inky says, "yeah, this is the area I remember" | |||
| inky says, "except I don't actually remember anything else about it" | ||||
| olethros says, "inky drive!" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x crystal" | ||||
Floyd | The gleaming eye seems to sing softly to itself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x sphere" | ||||
Floyd | The hazy, translucent sphere is roughly the size of your head, and you Floyd | stare at its shifting mists for a while, fascinated. It seems to be Floyd | observing you. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere drifts closer to you, lightly touching you with soothing Floyd | tendrils of mist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "fuck sphere" | ||||
Floyd | Real adventurers do not use such language. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "hold breath" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | South of Crystal Dome Floyd | You are near the edge of the strange dome, where the walls plunge Floyd | vertically into the solid stone of the floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "touch walls" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x stone" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "touch sphere" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "x floor" | ||||
Floyd | There doesn't seem to be anything remarkable about that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "west or east" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Southeast of Crystal Dome Floyd | You are near the edge of the strange dome, where the walls plunge Floyd | vertically into the solid stone of the floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | East of Crystal Dome Floyd | You are near the edge of the strange dome, where the walls plunge Floyd | vertically into the solid stone of the floor. Floyd | Floyd | A star of black onyx floats at head height here without visible means Floyd | of support, its irregular geometrical spikes vaguely disturbing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x star" | ||||
Floyd | The foreboding dark star pulsates at a constant pitch. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "get it" | ||||
Floyd | Your attempt causes the crystal to vibrate violently enough to make Floyd | your entire body shudder. You withdraw your hands, shaken. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Well, it's a new place, so really anyone could put in commands, I would think." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "We only had a driver earlier because we were redoing stuff we'd done." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Man, laggy today." | ||||
| maga says, "whuh" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "sing" | ||||
Floyd | You sing quietly to yourself for a while, trying to calm yourself down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Your default channel is currently "if/clubfloyd". | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "yell" | ||||
Floyd | [yell -> tell] Floyd | You can only do that to something animate. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "shout" | ||||
Floyd | I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "scream" | ||||
Floyd | You feel slightly better after that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "touch star" | ||||
Floyd | The foreboding dark star pulsates at a constant pitch. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "let's do a tour" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Northeast of Crystal Dome Floyd | You are near the edge of the strange dome, where the walls plunge Floyd | vertically into the solid stone of the floor. Floyd | Floyd | You can see an empty glass rod here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x rod" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "get rod" | ||||
Floyd | A long, hollow, empty glass rod. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "x rod" | ||||
Floyd | A long, hollow, empty glass rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North of Crystal Dome Floyd | You are near the edge of the strange dome, where the walls plunge Floyd | vertically into the solid stone of the floor. Floyd | Floyd | In the centre of a particularly flat piece of ground lies a miniature Floyd | ocean three feet across, its waves somehow frozen into formations of Floyd | azure crystal. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Syntax: whisper person = message (or) .person message | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x ocean" | ||||
Floyd | The still waves of the crystal sea seem to breathe with an almost Floyd | inaudible voice. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga is kicking back in whatever afterlife Chaotic Good people get, probably sipping single-malt Scotch and smoking cigars rolled from poorly-worded legal documents. | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "put rod in ocean" | ||||
Floyd | That can't contain things. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take ocean" | ||||
Floyd | Your attempt causes the crystal to vibrate violently enough to make Floyd | your entire body shudder. You withdraw your hands, shaken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "fill rod" | ||||
Floyd | But there's no water here to carry. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "fill rod with ocean" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to fill the empty glass rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "blow rod" | ||||
Floyd | You can't usefully blow that. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hit ocean with rod" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "hit ocean" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the crystal with all your might, and it emits a painful, Floyd | dissonant shriek as it shudders - then shatters explosively, sending Floyd | blade-like shards through your body... Floyd | You were found near the skeleton of a window, neck impaled on an edge Floyd | of blood-stained glass. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In that game you scored 14 out of a possible 36, in 108 turns, which Floyd | gives you the rank of mental Traveller. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, give the FULL score Floyd | for that game or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | North of Crystal Dome Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "not me this time!" | |||
| olethros says, "jee" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "hit ocean with rod" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to hit the wave crystal. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "f hit rod" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "hit rod" | ||||
Floyd | Despite its fragile appearance, it proves to be indestructible. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros asks, "hm musical rods?" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "get ocean" | ||||
Floyd | Your attempt causes the crystal to vibrate violently enough to make Floyd | your entire body shudder. You withdraw your hands, shaken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says, "We're in a huge bell, yes? Tones and music and so on." | ||||
| olethros says, "yeah, Ithought I'd use the rod as a thing to hit it with to get a tone out of" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Wow - I missed everything since olethros suggested inky drive due to a huge, huge lag." | ||||
| olethros says, "but 'hit' is not the proper verb" | ||||
| lpsmith says, "Yeah, this will probably help with the sounds the steam pipes are making" | ||||
| Jacqueline goes back to read what she missed. | ||||
| DavidW says (to lpsmith), "oh yeah" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "sound rob" | ||||
Floyd | [rob -> orb] Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | olethros says, "ok let's go west too" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Northwest of Crystal Dome Floyd | You are near the edge of the strange dome, where the walls plunge Floyd | vertically into the solid stone of the floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | West of Crystal Dome Floyd | You are near the edge of the strange dome, where the walls plunge Floyd | vertically into the solid stone of the floor. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a smoky glass rod here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "get rod" | ||||
Floyd | (the smoky glass rod) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x rod" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the smoky glass rod or the empty glass rod? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "x smoky" | ||||
Floyd | A long, hollow glass rod containing some murky dark smoke. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "smoky" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Centre of Crystal Dome Floyd | Floyd | Thrusting out of the floor before you is a many-pointed stalagmite that Floyd | holds in its clawed grip an immense, eye-like red crystal. Floyd | Floyd | Hovering here is a sphere composed of swirling mist. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere circles you tentatively, apparently interested in something Floyd | you carry. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "aha" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch sphere with smoky" | ||||
Floyd | You notice no unusual effects. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "huh" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch sphere with empty" | ||||
Floyd | You notice no unusual effects. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere floats up and down in time to your breathing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "break rod" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the smoky glass rod or the empty glass rod? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "hit sphere with smoky rod" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to hit the misty sphere. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "drop smoky" | ||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "get smoky" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "break smoky" | ||||
Floyd | Despite its fragile appearance, it proves to be indestructible. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere floats up and down in time to your breathing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "give empty to sphere" | ||||
Floyd | You hold the rod out towards the sphere, which envelops it for a while. Floyd | As the sphere drifts slowly away, you notice that the rod is now Floyd | glowing with a silvery radiance. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere drifts closer to you, lightly touching you with soothing Floyd | tendrils of mist. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "give smoky to sphere" | ||||
Floyd | The sphere circles uncertainly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "x silvery" | ||||
Floyd | A long, hollow glass rod containing some luminous silvery mist. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere drifts closer to you, lightly touching you with soothing Floyd | tendrils of mist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a glowing glass rod Floyd | a smoky glass rod Floyd | Floyd | The sphere orbits mournfully around the glowing red crystal. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "rub silvery" | ||||
Floyd | You achieve nothing by this. Floyd | Floyd | > | lpsmith asks, "try hitting the ocean now?" | |||
| DavidW says, "I think this is like maga's last speed-if" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "hit crystal with rod" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to hit the eye crystal. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Djibouti Dirigible whatzit" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North of Crystal Dome Floyd | Floyd | In the centre of a particularly flat piece of ground lies a miniature Floyd | ocean three feet across, its waves somehow frozen into formations of Floyd | azure crystal. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "hit ocean with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to hit the wave crystal. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "put glowing in wave" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | That can't contain things. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with smoke" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga asks (of DW), "we need to imbue things with glowiness or murkiness?" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "x ocean" | ||||
Floyd | The still waves of the crystal sea seem to breathe with an almost Floyd | inaudible voice. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "hm" | |||
| olethros says, "we should have struck it with the empty rod perhaps" | ||||
| inky says, "interesting" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Northeast of Crystal Dome Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | East of Crystal Dome Floyd | Floyd | A star of black onyx floats at head height here without visible means Floyd | of support, its irregular geometrical spikes vaguely disturbing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "or transfer imbuements" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "touch onyx with smoky" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | East of Crystal Dome Floyd | You are near the edge of the strange dome, where the walls plunge Floyd | vertically into the solid stone of the floor. Floyd | Floyd | A star of black onyx floats at head height here without visible means Floyd | of support, its irregular geometrical spikes vaguely disturbing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "touch onyx with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Centre of Crystal Dome Floyd | Floyd | Thrusting out of the floor before you is a many-pointed stalagmite that Floyd | holds in its clawed grip an immense, eye-like red crystal. Floyd | Floyd | Hovering here is a sphere composed of swirling mist. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "seems like the crystal isn't being affected" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "touch crystal with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which is momentarily muffled as Floyd | light shines from the rod. But the crystal seems to reject the light, Floyd | which dissipates in a scintillating spiral. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "touch crystal with smoky" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere orbits mournfully around the glowing red crystal. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "The verb in question is 'show', yes?" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | South of Crystal Dome Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "nothing here" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Centre of Crystal Dome Floyd | Floyd | Thrusting out of the floor before you is a many-pointed stalagmite that Floyd | holds in its clawed grip an immense, eye-like red crystal. Floyd | Floyd | Hovering here is a sphere composed of swirling mist. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere drifts closer to you, lightly touching you with soothing Floyd | tendrils of mist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "verbose" | ||||
Floyd | FEAR is now in its "verbose" mode, which always gives long descriptions Floyd | of locations (even if you've been there before). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x stalagmite" | ||||
Floyd | The claw-like stalagmite is formed from an unusually smooth and hard Floyd | grey rock. It grasps the eye crystal tightly in place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "get crytal" | ||||
Floyd | [crytal -> crystal] Floyd | Your attempt causes the crystal to vibrate violently enough to make Floyd | your entire body shudder. You withdraw your hands, shaken. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere floats up and down in time to your breathing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "okay, hope you can solve the rest withgout me" | |||
| Taleslinger has disconnected. | ||||
| Taleslinger hates his life and wants to die. On a lighter note, his package of mail-ordered sleeping pills finally arrived. | Jacqueline says, "Bye!" | |||
| lpsmith says, "Hmm." | ||||
| DavidW says, "show light rod to stalagmite" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "show light rod to stalagmite" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a glowing glass rod Floyd | a smoky glass rod Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "show glowing rod to stalagmite" | ||||
Floyd | You can only do that to something animate. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "touch smoky with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | The two rods repel each other, and you can't get them to touch. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "oh we can make a motor!" | |||
| lpsmith says, "The sphere was the 'show' thing." | ||||
| lpsmith says, "Ha ha" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "put glowing in eye" | ||||
Floyd | That can't contain things. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere floats up and down in time to your breathing. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "all we need is a smokoglassosphere" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sing" | ||||
Floyd | You sing quietly to yourself for a while, trying to calm yourself down. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "heehee" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "ITYJLTS smokoglassosphere" | ||||
| inky says, "hmm" | ||||
| lpsmith asks, "Maybe 'put X in ocean'?" | ||||
| inky asks, "so is this a 3x3 area?" | ||||
| olethros says, "yup, inky" | ||||
| DavidW says, "yes" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to inky), "Yes." | ||||
| inky says, "the ocean is a solid crystal and can't contain things" | ||||
| inky asks, "and where are the crystals?" | ||||
| Alex says (to inky), "Awwwk! Word on the street is that crystals are something that LucentTrans hoards." | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North of Crystal Dome Floyd | You are near the edge of the strange dome, where the walls plunge Floyd | vertically into the solid stone of the floor. Floyd | Floyd | In the centre of a particularly flat piece of ground lies a miniature Floyd | ocean three feet across, its waves somehow frozen into formations of Floyd | azure crystal. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "ha ha ha" | |||
| olethros says, "I just might like the sound of that too much" | ||||
| DavidW says, "Ocean to north, onyx to east, ? to west" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "put glowing on ocean" | ||||
Floyd | Putting things on the wave crystal would achieve nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "put glowing in ocean" | ||||
Floyd | That can't contain things. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "smell ocean" | ||||
Floyd | You smell nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky asks, "are there corresponding ones to west and south? or is the red crystal south?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "stand on ocean" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you can enter. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I can't remember the western one." | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "swim" | ||||
Floyd | There's not enough water to swim in. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "The red crystal is in the center" | |||
| olethros says, "w and s had the rods" | ||||
| inky says, "the ocean is a solid crystal that just looks like an ocean" | ||||
| olethros says, "iirc there's nothing in the ne/sw/nw/se corners" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North of Crystal Dome Floyd | You are near the edge of the strange dome, where the walls plunge Floyd | vertically into the solid stone of the floor. Floyd | Floyd | In the centre of a particularly flat piece of ground lies a miniature Floyd | ocean three feet across, its waves somehow frozen into formations of Floyd | azure crystal. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Northwest of Crystal Dome Floyd | You are near the edge of the strange dome, where the walls plunge Floyd | vertically into the solid stone of the floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | lpsmith says (to inky), "Oh, I know." | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | West of Crystal Dome Floyd | You are near the edge of the strange dome, where the walls plunge Floyd | vertically into the solid stone of the floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Southwest of Crystal Dome Floyd | You are near the edge of the strange dome, where the walls plunge Floyd | vertically into the solid stone of the floor. Floyd | Floyd | Embedded in the ground here is a smooth-surfaced boulder whose ridges Floyd | evoke a clenched fist. Protruding from it is a finger of violet quartz Floyd | as long as your arm, pointing accusingly at the sky. Floyd | Floyd | On the ground lies a broken shard of quartz. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "aha" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "get quartz" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the finger crystal or the quartz shard? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "shard" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "x finger" | ||||
Floyd | The finger is throbbing gently with a quiet tone. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "I was wrong" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch finger with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch finger with smoky" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "f touch shard with glowing" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "touch shard with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | You notice no unusual effects. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | South of Crystal Dome Floyd | You are near the edge of the strange dome, where the walls plunge Floyd | vertically into the solid stone of the floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Southeast of Crystal Dome Floyd | You are near the edge of the strange dome, where the walls plunge Floyd | vertically into the solid stone of the floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "x shard" | ||||
Floyd | As long as your forearm, it resembles the quartz veins in the floor, Floyd | but is not itself luminous. The edges are fairly sharp, and you take Floyd | care not to cut yourself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | East of Crystal Dome Floyd | You are near the edge of the strange dome, where the walls plunge Floyd | vertically into the solid stone of the floor. Floyd | Floyd | A star of black onyx floats at head height here without visible means Floyd | of support, its irregular geometrical spikes vaguely disturbing. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga asks, "is this meant to cure our fear of Jim Henson movies, or of New Age bullshit?" | |||
| inky says, "ha ha" | ||||
| olethros says, "hehehehe" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Hahaha" | ||||
| inky says (to maga), "I can see which one you need help with" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to inky), "I *know* which one he needs help with." | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Northeast of Crystal Dome Floyd | You are near the edge of the strange dome, where the walls plunge Floyd | vertically into the solid stone of the floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "cut star with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North of Crystal Dome Floyd | You are near the edge of the strange dome, where the walls plunge Floyd | vertically into the solid stone of the floor. Floyd | Floyd | In the centre of a particularly flat piece of ground lies a miniature Floyd | ocean three feet across, its waves somehow frozen into formations of Floyd | azure crystal. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "cut ocean with shard" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to cut the wave crystal. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "cut ocean" | ||||
Floyd | Cutting that up would achieve little. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "throw shard at ocean" | ||||
Floyd | Futile. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "touch shard with ocean" | ||||
Floyd | You notice no unusual effects. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Centre of Crystal Dome Floyd | You stand near the centre of a faceted, hemispherical crystal dome as Floyd | large as a stadium. Unusual rock formations protrude from the rocky Floyd | floor, which is streaked with mysteriously luminescent veins of quartz. Floyd | Beyond the dome nothing can be made out but distorted reflections. Floyd | Floyd | Thrusting out of the floor before you is a many-pointed stalagmite that Floyd | holds in its clawed grip an immense, eye-like red crystal. Floyd | Floyd | Hovering here is a sphere composed of swirling mist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "show shard to sphere" | ||||
Floyd | You hold the shard of quartz out towards the sphere, which envelops it Floyd | for a while. As the sphere drifts slowly away, you notice that the rod Floyd | is unchanged. The sphere shakes slowly back and forth, as if Floyd | disappointed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "show smoky to sphere" | ||||
Floyd | The sphere circles uncertainly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "cut crystal" | ||||
Floyd | Cutting that up would achieve little. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "apologize to sphere" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pour smoky rod" | ||||
Floyd | The smoky glass rod can't contain things. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "touch crystal with smoky" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "touch crystal with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a low D sharp. (Your aural acuity surprises you. Maybe those music Floyd | lessons you suddenly remember taking in your younger days haven't been Floyd | wasted after all.) Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere drifts closer to you, lightly touching you with soothing Floyd | tendrils of mist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North of Crystal Dome Floyd | You are near the edge of the strange dome, where the walls plunge Floyd | vertically into the solid stone of the floor. Floyd | Floyd | In the centre of a particularly flat piece of ground lies a miniature Floyd | ocean three feet across, its waves somehow frozen into formations of Floyd | azure crystal. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a high F sharp. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | lpsmith says, "Hey, that's something new." | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "touch rod with shard" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the glowing glass rod or the smoky glass rod? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "smoky" | ||||
Floyd | The smoky rod emits a clear ringing sound which gradually fades into a Floyd | deep rumble as darkness pours out of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "aha we must use the shard to play" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a high F sharp. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "touch glowing with shard" | ||||
Floyd | The glowing rod produces a clear ringing sound which gradually rises Floyd | into a high trill as light pours out of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Northeast of Crystal Dome Floyd | You are near the edge of the strange dome, where the walls plunge Floyd | vertically into the solid stone of the floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | East of Crystal Dome Floyd | You are near the edge of the strange dome, where the walls plunge Floyd | vertically into the solid stone of the floor. Floyd | Floyd | A star of black onyx floats at head height here without visible means Floyd | of support, its irregular geometrical spikes vaguely disturbing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "touch onyx with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a high C. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "so is there a sequence or what" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Centre of Crystal Dome Floyd | You stand near the centre of a faceted, hemispherical crystal dome as Floyd | large as a stadium. Unusual rock formations protrude from the rocky Floyd | floor, which is streaked with mysteriously luminescent veins of quartz. Floyd | Beyond the dome nothing can be made out but distorted reflections. Floyd | Floyd | Thrusting out of the floor before you is a many-pointed stalagmite that Floyd | holds in its clawed grip an immense, eye-like red crystal. Floyd | Floyd | Hovering here is a sphere composed of swirling mist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Southwest of Crystal Dome Floyd | You are near the edge of the strange dome, where the walls plunge Floyd | vertically into the solid stone of the floor. Floyd | Floyd | Embedded in the ground here is a smooth-surfaced boulder whose ridges Floyd | evoke a clenched fist. Protruding from it is a finger of violet quartz Floyd | as long as your arm, pointing accusingly at the sky. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "huh" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "touch quartz with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | (the finger crystal with the glowing glass rod) Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "touch quartz with shard" | ||||
Floyd | (the finger crystal with the quartz shard) Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a low E. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||||
| olethros arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "touch sphere with quartz" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Centre of Crystal Dome Floyd | You stand near the centre of a faceted, hemispherical crystal dome as Floyd | large as a stadium. Unusual rock formations protrude from the rocky Floyd | floor, which is streaked with mysteriously luminescent veins of quartz. Floyd | Beyond the dome nothing can be made out but distorted reflections. Floyd | Floyd | Thrusting out of the floor before you is a many-pointed stalagmite that Floyd | holds in its clawed grip an immense, eye-like red crystal. Floyd | Floyd | Hovering here is a sphere composed of swirling mist. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere floats up and down in time to your breathing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "touch sphere with quartz" | ||||
Floyd | You notice no unusual effects. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, ">C SHARP SO WE WON'T B FLAT" | |||
| olethros says, "eat shard" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I thought the crystal was a D something" | ||||
| Syntax: whisper person = message (or) .person message | olethros says, "well both rods make a tone" | |||
| Syntax: whisper person = message (or) .person message | lpsmith asks, "The rods do?" | |||
| olethros says, "when you heat them with the shard" | ||||
| inky asks, "do the rods affect the tone?" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "hit smoky with shard" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to hit the smoky glass rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "touch smoky with shard" | ||||
Floyd | The smoky rod emits a clear ringing sound which gradually fades into a Floyd | deep rumble as darkness pours out of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Syntax: whisper person = message (or) .person message | maga asks, "is everyone else as bemused as I am?" | |||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "touch glowing with shard" | ||||
Floyd | The glowing rod produces a clear ringing sound which gradually rises Floyd | into a high trill as light pours out of it. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere orbits mournfully around the glowing red crystal. Floyd | Floyd | > | lpsmith says, "Nope. Not at all. You're the only bemused one here." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "heehee" | ||||
| olethros says, "we have smoke so clearly we smoked something" | ||||
| lpsmith says, "Lemme try changing the pitch on something." | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Centre of Crystal Dome Floyd | You stand near the centre of a faceted, hemispherical crystal dome as Floyd | large as a stadium. Unusual rock formations protrude from the rocky Floyd | floor, which is streaked with mysteriously luminescent veins of quartz. Floyd | Beyond the dome nothing can be made out but distorted reflections. Floyd | Floyd | Thrusting out of the floor before you is a many-pointed stalagmite that Floyd | holds in its clawed grip an immense, eye-like red crystal. Floyd | Floyd | Hovering here is a sphere composed of swirling mist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch eye with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a low D sharp. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch eye with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere drifts closer to you, lightly touching you with soothing Floyd | tendrils of mist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which is momentarily muffled as Floyd | light shines from the rod. But the crystal seems to reject the light, Floyd | which dissipates in a scintillating spiral. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch eye with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a very high, piercing C sharp. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere drifts closer to you, lightly touching you with soothing Floyd | tendrils of mist. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "nice" | |||
| lpsmith says, "muha muha muha" | ||||
| inky says, "so I guess the rejection means it's at the top" | ||||
| olethros says, "aha" | ||||
| lpsmith says, "OK, let's see." | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | East of Crystal Dome Floyd | You are near the edge of the strange dome, where the walls plunge Floyd | vertically into the solid stone of the floor. Floyd | Floyd | A star of black onyx floats at head height here without visible means Floyd | of support, its irregular geometrical spikes vaguely disturbing. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "so we tune them all to C" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch onyx with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a high C. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Centre of Crystal Dome Floyd | You stand near the centre of a faceted, hemispherical crystal dome as Floyd | large as a stadium. Unusual rock formations protrude from the rocky Floyd | floor, which is streaked with mysteriously luminescent veins of quartz. Floyd | Beyond the dome nothing can be made out but distorted reflections. Floyd | Floyd | Thrusting out of the floor before you is a many-pointed stalagmite that Floyd | holds in its clawed grip an immense, eye-like red crystal. Floyd | Floyd | Hovering here is a sphere composed of swirling mist. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere drifts closer to you, lightly touching you with soothing Floyd | tendrils of mist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch eye with smoky" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere floats up and down in time to your breathing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which is momentarily muffled as Floyd | smoke pours from the rod. But the crystal seems to reject the smoke, Floyd | which dissipates in an ascending ring. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere orbits mournfully around the glowing red crystal. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which is momentarily muffled as Floyd | smoke pours from the rod. But the crystal seems to reject the smoke, Floyd | which dissipates in an ascending ring. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which is momentarily muffled as Floyd | smoke pours from the rod. But the crystal seems to reject the smoke, Floyd | which dissipates in an ascending ring. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which is momentarily muffled as Floyd | smoke pours from the rod. But the crystal seems to reject the smoke, Floyd | which dissipates in an ascending ring. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Or all to what the stalagmite's frequency is?" | |||
| inky asks, "wait, how do we know what to tune them all to?" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch eye with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a very low, rumbling E. Nearby, a second crystal responds with the Floyd | same note, one octave higher, and the surrounding dome slowly begins to Floyd | vibrate. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere drifts closer to you, lightly touching you with soothing Floyd | tendrils of mist. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "the sphere will tell us" | |||
| olethros says, "but heay, 'responds'" | ||||
| inky says, "the sphere just wants to feel us up" | ||||
| lpsmith says, "Hunh, that's closer" | ||||
| inky says, "you can't take it as reliable" | ||||
| olethros says, "there's a response" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I'm not sure which I like better, this puzzle done textually, or graphically, as it was in Zork:Nemesis." | ||||
| olethros says, "tune them all to E at various octaves" | ||||
| DavidW says, "OH. You need low normal high very-high of the same note -- for a chord in four octaves" | ||||
| inky says, "yeah, that sounds right" | ||||
| lpsmith says, "OK, so we're at E" | ||||
| lpsmith asks, "Just use that?" | ||||
| olethros says, "yeah let's go to the north one" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | East of Crystal Dome Floyd | You are near the edge of the strange dome, where the walls plunge Floyd | vertically into the solid stone of the floor. Floyd | Floyd | A star of black onyx floats at head height here without visible means Floyd | of support, its irregular geometrical spikes vaguely disturbing. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I guess." | |||
| olethros says, "or east" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch star with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a high C. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch star with smoky" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch star with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a low E. Nearby, a second crystal responds with the same note, one Floyd | octave lower, and the surrounding dome slowly begins to vibrate. Floyd | Floyd | From somewhere nearby, another crystal responds with the exact same Floyd | note. Instead of dying away, the sound rapidly builds into an Floyd | excruciating crescendo that fills the dome as the crystals scream their Floyd | pain. As the dome itself cracks in sympathy, the crystals can finally Floyd | take no more, and explode violently, piercing you with a thousand Floyd | shards... Floyd | Floyd | You were found near the skeleton of a window, neck impaled on an edge Floyd | of blood-stained glass. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In that game you scored 15 out of a possible 36, in 214 turns, which Floyd | gives you the rank of mental Traveller. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, give the FULL score Floyd | for that game or QUIT? Floyd | > | lpsmith says, "wow" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | East of Crystal Dome Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "aw man" | |||
| lpsmith says, "Um so." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "yikes" | ||||
| olethros says, "ok we had one exactly the same" | ||||
| maga says, "oops" | ||||
| DavidW says, "Two identical notes is fatal" | ||||
| olethros says, "so we need to put it a bit higher" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch star with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch star with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch star with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a high G sharp. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch star with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch star with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a very high, piercing E. Nearby, a second crystal responds with Floyd | the same note, three octaves lower, and the surrounding dome slowly Floyd | begins to vibrate. Floyd | Floyd | Then, a third crystal comes into resonance, and the chord swells to Floyd | frightening volume, a desperate cry for release, as the speed of the Floyd | dome's trembling increases. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | lpsmith exclaims, "Close!" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North of Crystal Dome Floyd | You are near the edge of the strange dome, where the walls plunge Floyd | vertically into the solid stone of the floor. Floyd | Floyd | In the centre of a particularly flat piece of ground lies a miniature Floyd | ocean three feet across, its waves somehow frozen into formations of Floyd | azure crystal. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a high F sharp. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | lpsmith asks, "Lower?" | |||
| olethros says, "a bit yeah." | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with smoky" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "let's try a middle E" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a low B. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Which E's do we have already?" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with smoky" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a low E. Nearby, a second crystal responds with the same note, one Floyd | octave lower, and the surrounding dome slowly begins to vibrate. Floyd | Floyd | From somewhere nearby, another crystal responds with the exact same Floyd | note. Instead of dying away, the sound rapidly builds into an Floyd | excruciating crescendo that fills the dome as the crystals scream their Floyd | pain. As the dome itself cracks in sympathy, the crystals can finally Floyd | take no more, and explode violently, piercing you with a thousand Floyd | shards... Floyd | Floyd | You were found near the skeleton of a window, neck impaled on an edge Floyd | of blood-stained glass. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In that game you scored 15 out of a possible 36, in 224 turns, which Floyd | gives you the rank of mental Traveller. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, give the FULL score Floyd | for that game or QUIT? Floyd | > | olethros says, "oh too low" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | North of Crystal Dome Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros asks, "try with super high E?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "meep" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a low B. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros asks, "we have very low E, low E and high (?) E?" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a high F sharp. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a very high, piercing C sharp. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a very high, piercing G sharp. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which is momentarily muffled as Floyd | light shines from the rod. But the crystal seems to reject the light, Floyd | which dissipates in a scintillating spiral. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a very high, piercing G sharp. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "I think E is actually very high, not high" | |||
| lpsmith says, "Oh, I bet there's a harmonic pattern for each." | ||||
| DavidW says, "The onyx is very high E" | ||||
| lpsmith says, "And a random note won't work, but we have to find the note that works with all four." | ||||
| olethros says, "ok gah" | ||||
| maga asks, "so, unh, who here plays piano?" | ||||
| olethros says, "haha" | ||||
| inky says, "if we've got 3 of 4 we quite possibly have the right one, though" | ||||
| lpsmith says, "I can probably do it, but I'll need to take notes." | ||||
| maga asks, "or rather, who here played piano at some point in the last ten years?" | ||||
| inky says, "I think you just hit each crystal with the rods and see the whole range of notes" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to maga), "You took piano." | ||||
| DavidW says, "we could look at the hints for this one. We know the principle." | ||||
| inky says, "and then see which note they all have in common" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Ah, timing." | ||||
| lpsmith says, "OK, let's finish this off by testing." | ||||
| olethros says, "let's put this one to another E, and shift one of the other Es to smoething else" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with smoky" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a very high, piercing C sharp. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with smoky. touch ocean with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a high F sharp. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "leave it here for now and check the SW crystal" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with smoky. touch ocean with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a low B. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with smoky. touch ocean with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a low E. Nearby, a second crystal responds with the same note, one Floyd | octave lower, and the surrounding dome slowly begins to vibrate. Floyd | Floyd | From somewhere nearby, another crystal responds with the exact same Floyd | note. Instead of dying away, the sound rapidly builds into an Floyd | excruciating crescendo that fills the dome as the crystals scream their Floyd | pain. As the dome itself cracks in sympathy, the crystals can finally Floyd | take no more, and explode violently, piercing you with a thousand Floyd | shards... Floyd | Floyd | You were found near the skeleton of a window, neck impaled on an edge Floyd | of blood-stained glass. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In that game you scored 15 out of a possible 36, in 241 turns, which Floyd | gives you the rank of mental Traveller. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, give the FULL score Floyd | for that game or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | North of Crystal Dome Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with smoky" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "this one has only low E" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with smoky. touch ocean with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a very low, rumbling A. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with smoky. touch ocean with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a very low, rumbling D. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with smoky. touch ocean with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which is momentarily muffled as Floyd | smoke pours from the rod. But the crystal seems to reject the smoke, Floyd | which dissipates in an ascending ring. Floyd | Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a very low, rumbling D. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | lpsmith says, "So, D A E B F# C# G#" | |||
| olethros says, "it goes up 7 semitones everytime" | ||||
| lpsmith exclaims, "Now the eye!" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Centre of Crystal Dome Floyd | You stand near the centre of a faceted, hemispherical crystal dome as Floyd | large as a stadium. Unusual rock formations protrude from the rocky Floyd | floor, which is streaked with mysteriously luminescent veins of quartz. Floyd | Beyond the dome nothing can be made out but distorted reflections. Floyd | Floyd | Thrusting out of the floor before you is a many-pointed stalagmite that Floyd | holds in its clawed grip an immense, eye-like red crystal. Floyd | Floyd | Hovering here is a sphere composed of swirling mist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch eye with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch eye with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch eye with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch eye with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which is momentarily muffled as Floyd | light shines from the rod. But the crystal seems to reject the light, Floyd | which dissipates in a scintillating spiral. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere floats up and down in time to your breathing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch eye with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which is momentarily muffled as Floyd | light shines from the rod. But the crystal seems to reject the light, Floyd | which dissipates in a scintillating spiral. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere drifts closer to you, lightly touching you with soothing Floyd | tendrils of mist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch eye with glowing" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch eye with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which is momentarily muffled as Floyd | light shines from the rod. But the crystal seems to reject the light, Floyd | which dissipates in a scintillating spiral. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere drifts closer to you, lightly touching you with soothing Floyd | tendrils of mist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch eye with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which is momentarily muffled as Floyd | light shines from the rod. But the crystal seems to reject the light, Floyd | which dissipates in a scintillating spiral. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere drifts closer to you, lightly touching you with soothing Floyd | tendrils of mist. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which is momentarily muffled as Floyd | light shines from the rod. But the crystal seems to reject the light, Floyd | which dissipates in a scintillating spiral. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch eye with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which is momentarily muffled as Floyd | light shines from the rod. But the crystal seems to reject the light, Floyd | which dissipates in a scintillating spiral. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch eye with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a very high, piercing C sharp. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere orbits mournfully around the glowing red crystal. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "I bet G#" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch eye with smoky. touch eye with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere floats up and down in time to your breathing. Floyd | Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a high D. Nearby, a second crystal responds with the same note, Floyd | two octaves lower, and the surrounding dome slowly begins to vibrate. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch eye with smoky. touch eye with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a low D sharp. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere drifts closer to you, lightly touching you with soothing Floyd | tendrils of mist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch eye with smoky. touch eye with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a very low, rumbling E. Nearby, a second crystal responds with the Floyd | same note, one octave higher, and the surrounding dome slowly begins to Floyd | vibrate. Floyd | Floyd | Then, a third crystal comes into resonance, and the chord swells to Floyd | frightening volume, a desperate cry for release, as the speed of the Floyd | dome's trembling increases. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch eye with smoky. touch eye with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which is momentarily muffled as Floyd | smoke pours from the rod. But the crystal seems to reject the smoke, Floyd | which dissipates in an ascending ring. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere floats up and down in time to your breathing. Floyd | Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a very low, rumbling E. Nearby, a second crystal responds with the Floyd | same note, one octave higher, and the surrounding dome slowly begins to Floyd | vibrate. Floyd | Floyd | Then, a third crystal comes into resonance, and the chord swells to Floyd | frightening volume, a desperate cry for release, as the speed of the Floyd | dome's trembling increases. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere orbits mournfully around the glowing red crystal. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "oh this one has another pattern" | |||
| lpsmith says, "C#, D, D#, E" | ||||
| olethros says, "ok, an 11" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Southwest of Crystal Dome Floyd | You are near the edge of the strange dome, where the walls plunge Floyd | vertically into the solid stone of the floor. Floyd | Floyd | Embedded in the ground here is a smooth-surfaced boulder whose ridges Floyd | evoke a clenched fist. Protruding from it is a finger of violet quartz Floyd | as long as your arm, pointing accusingly at the sky. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky asks (of lpsmith), "wait, it only has four choices?" | |||
| lpsmith says, "Yeah, each step is larger" | ||||
| olethros says (to inky), "starting from lowest E, goes up 11 semitones per step" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch quartz with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | (the finger crystal with the glowing glass rod) Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch quartz with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | (the finger crystal with the glowing glass rod) Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch quartz with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | (the finger crystal with the glowing glass rod) Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch quartz with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | (the finger crystal with the glowing glass rod) Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch quartz with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | (the finger crystal with the glowing glass rod) Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch quartz with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | (the finger crystal with the glowing glass rod) Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which is momentarily muffled as Floyd | light shines from the rod. But the crystal seems to reject the light, Floyd | which dissipates in a scintillating spiral. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch quartz with shard" | ||||
Floyd | (the finger crystal with the quartz shard) Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a very high, piercing A sharp. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch quartz with smoky. touch quartz with shard" | ||||
Floyd | (the finger crystal with the smoky glass rod) Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | (the finger crystal with the quartz shard) Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a very high, piercing E. Nearby, a second crystal responds with Floyd | the same note, three octaves lower, and the surrounding dome slowly Floyd | begins to vibrate. Floyd | Floyd | From somewhere nearby, another crystal responds with the exact same Floyd | note. Instead of dying away, the sound rapidly builds into an Floyd | excruciating crescendo that fills the dome as the crystals scream their Floyd | pain. As the dome itself cracks in sympathy, the crystals can finally Floyd | take no more, and explode violently, piercing you with a thousand Floyd | shards... Floyd | Floyd | You were found near the skeleton of a window, neck impaled on an edge Floyd | of blood-stained glass. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In that game you scored 15 out of a possible 36, in 275 turns, which Floyd | gives you the rank of mental Traveller. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, give the FULL score Floyd | for that game or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Southwest of Crystal Dome Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "this one goes 6 by 6" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch quartz with smoky" | ||||
Floyd | (the finger crystal with the smoky glass rod) Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch quartz with smoky. touch quartz with shard" | ||||
Floyd | (the finger crystal with the smoky glass rod) Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | (the finger crystal with the quartz shard) Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a high A sharp. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "so it will have an E for ALL the octaves" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch quartz with smoky. touch quartz with shard" | ||||
Floyd | (the finger crystal with the smoky glass rod) Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | (the finger crystal with the quartz shard) Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a high E. Nearby, a second crystal responds with the same note, Floyd | two octaves lower, and the surrounding dome slowly begins to vibrate. Floyd | Floyd | Then, a third crystal comes into resonance, and the chord swells to Floyd | frightening volume, a desperate cry for release, as the speed of the Floyd | dome's trembling increases. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch quartz with smoky. touch quartz with shard" | ||||
Floyd | (the finger crystal with the smoky glass rod) Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | (the finger crystal with the quartz shard) Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a low A sharp. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch quartz with smoky. touch quartz with shard" | ||||
Floyd | (the finger crystal with the smoky glass rod) Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | (the finger crystal with the quartz shard) Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a low E. Nearby, a second crystal responds with the same note, one Floyd | octave lower, and the surrounding dome slowly begins to vibrate. Floyd | Floyd | Then, a third crystal comes into resonance, and the chord swells to Floyd | frightening volume, a desperate cry for release, as the speed of the Floyd | dome's trembling increases. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "ok the only one with a high E" | |||
| olethros says, "stop thre!" | ||||
| olethros says, "this is the only crystal with a high E" | ||||
| lpsmith exclaims, "Oho!" | ||||
| lpsmith asks, "So we're good? Set this to the correct E?" | ||||
| olethros says, "yup" | ||||
| DavidW says, "sounds right" | ||||
| Jacqueline crosses fingers. | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch quartz with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | (the finger crystal with the glowing glass rod) Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch quartz with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | (the finger crystal with the glowing glass rod) Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch quartz with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | (the finger crystal with the glowing glass rod) Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch quartz with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | (the finger crystal with the glowing glass rod) Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch quartz with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | (the finger crystal with the glowing glass rod) Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch quartz with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | (the finger crystal with the glowing glass rod) Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which is momentarily muffled as Floyd | light shines from the rod. But the crystal seems to reject the light, Floyd | which dissipates in a scintillating spiral. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros fingers crosses. | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch quartz with shard" | ||||
Floyd | (the finger crystal with the quartz shard) Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a very high, piercing A sharp. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch quartz with smoky" | ||||
Floyd | (the finger crystal with the smoky glass rod) Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | lpsmith says, "Er, so." | |||
| lpsmith says, "This killed us last time." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to olethros), "heh" | ||||
| olethros asks, "where are we now?" | ||||
| Jacqueline gets ready to be impaled. | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Southwest of Crystal Dome Floyd | You are near the edge of the strange dome, where the walls plunge Floyd | vertically into the solid stone of the floor. Floyd | Floyd | Embedded in the ground here is a smooth-surfaced boulder whose ridges Floyd | evoke a clenched fist. Protruding from it is a finger of violet quartz Floyd | as long as your arm, pointing accusingly at the sky. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "set this one to high e" | |||
| lpsmith asks, "Just 'high' not very high?" | ||||
| olethros says, "yes" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch quartz with smoky" | ||||
Floyd | (the finger crystal with the smoky glass rod) Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch quartz with smoky" | ||||
Floyd | (the finger crystal with the smoky glass rod) Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "ocean at low E, sphere at very low E, ...?" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch quartz with shard" | ||||
Floyd | (the finger crystal with the quartz shard) Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a high E. Nearby, a second crystal responds with the same note, Floyd | two octaves lower, and the surrounding dome slowly begins to vibrate. Floyd | Floyd | Then, a third crystal comes into resonance, and the chord swells to Floyd | frightening volume, a desperate cry for release, as the speed of the Floyd | dome's trembling increases. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Centre of Crystal Dome Floyd | You stand near the centre of a faceted, hemispherical crystal dome as Floyd | large as a stadium. Unusual rock formations protrude from the rocky Floyd | floor, which is streaked with mysteriously luminescent veins of quartz. Floyd | Beyond the dome nothing can be made out but distorted reflections. Floyd | Floyd | Thrusting out of the floor before you is a many-pointed stalagmite that Floyd | holds in its clawed grip an immense, eye-like red crystal. Floyd | Floyd | Hovering here is a sphere composed of swirling mist. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere floats up and down in time to your breathing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Northeast of Crystal Dome Floyd | You are near the edge of the strange dome, where the walls plunge Floyd | vertically into the solid stone of the floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch eye with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Centre of Crystal Dome Floyd | You stand near the centre of a faceted, hemispherical crystal dome as Floyd | large as a stadium. Unusual rock formations protrude from the rocky Floyd | floor, which is streaked with mysteriously luminescent veins of quartz. Floyd | Beyond the dome nothing can be made out but distorted reflections. Floyd | Floyd | Thrusting out of the floor before you is a many-pointed stalagmite that Floyd | holds in its clawed grip an immense, eye-like red crystal. Floyd | Floyd | Hovering here is a sphere composed of swirling mist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch eye with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere drifts closer to you, lightly touching you with soothing Floyd | tendrils of mist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "touch eye with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere drifts closer to you, lightly touching you with soothing Floyd | tendrils of mist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch eye with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a high D. Nearby, a second crystal responds with the same note, Floyd | two octaves lower, and the surrounding dome slowly begins to vibrate. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere orbits mournfully around the glowing red crystal. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros asks, "this one was bottom E, right?" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch eye with smoky" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | The sphere drifts closer to you, lightly touching you with soothing Floyd | tendrils of mist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch eye with smoky" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is shrouded in the smoke of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch eye with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a very low, rumbling E. Nearby, a second crystal responds with the Floyd | same note, two octaves higher, and the surrounding dome slowly begins Floyd | to vibrate. Floyd | Floyd | Then, a third crystal comes into resonance, and the chord swells to Floyd | frightening volume, a desperate cry for release, as the speed of the Floyd | dome's trembling increases. Floyd | Floyd | But the sound gradually dies away, and all is still again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | North of Crystal Dome Floyd | You are near the edge of the strange dome, where the walls plunge Floyd | vertically into the solid stone of the floor. Floyd | Floyd | In the centre of a particularly flat piece of ground lies a miniature Floyd | ocean three feet across, its waves somehow frozen into formations of Floyd | azure crystal. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with glowing" | ||||
Floyd | You strike the rod against the crystal, which seems momentarily muffled Floyd | as it is suffused with the light of the rod. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "touch ocean with shard" | ||||
Floyd | You strike it against the crystal. The crystal resonates powerfully Floyd | with a low E. Nearby, a second crystal responds with the same note, one Floyd | octave lower, and the surrounding dome slowly begins to vibrate. Floyd | Floyd | Then, a third crystal comes into resonance, and the chord swells to Floyd | frightening volume, a desperate cry for release, as the speed of the Floyd | dome's trembling increases. Floyd | Floyd | As the last crystal joins the chorus, the floor itself trembles with a Floyd | sound that is nearly deafening even with your fingers tightly in your Floyd | ears. The dome can take no more, and shatters with a sound that would Floyd | once have been terrifying, but is now almost a gentle tinkle, as the Floyd | chord of octaves transforms into an exultant song of freedom. Beyond Floyd | the dome lies a strange sky, and the misty sphere whispers its thanks Floyd | to you as it swirls away into the flaming red heavens. You raise your Floyd | arm to protect your face from the rain of fragments from the falling Floyd | dome... Floyd | Floyd | And hit the mantelpiece, for you are suddenly awake in your living Floyd | room, lying by the fire, feeling relieved and somewhat more secure Floyd | about yourself. Floyd | Floyd | [You are no longer afraid of sounds.] Floyd | Floyd | Living Room Floyd | This spacious room is comfortably if sparsely furnished. A plush sofa Floyd | and two matching armchairs are arranged around a low wooden tea-table. Floyd | Curtains hang over the long windows on the south wall, keeping the Floyd | warmth from the old electric fireplace in; a clock hangs over the Floyd | mantelpiece. The overall effect might even be cosy, were it not for the Floyd | stark white glare of the unshielded bulb dangling from the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | A simple wooden staircase on the west wall leads up to the first floor; Floyd | underneath the stairs is an utility closet. The kitchen can be seen Floyd | through the empty doorway to the east. Floyd | Floyd | The front door is reassuringly and securely locked. Floyd | Floyd | On the kitchen doorway is a can of white paint. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a pair of gloves and an ornamental plate here. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by nine points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | lpsmith exclaims, "Yaaaay!" | |||
| DavidW says, "woot!!!" | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "save3" | ||||
Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Yay!" | |||
| inky says, "yay" | ||||
| maga says, "phew" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "fullscore" | ||||
Floyd | You have so far scored 24 out of a possible 36, in 308 turns, which Floyd | gives you the rank of psychic Voyager. Floyd | Floyd | The score is made up as follows: Floyd | Floyd | 4 imprisoning the spider Floyd | 1 finding a deeper darkness Floyd | 1 enlightening the hollow Floyd | 9 rising from the tomb Floyd | 9 liberating the sphere Floyd | Floyd | 24 total (out of 36) Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Upstairs?" | |||
| DavidW says, "We have to to the duck one again." | ||||
| olethros says, "ok someone drive please" | ||||
| maga says, "I'll do it" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Let's pick a driver - yeah." | ||||
| lpsmith asks, "Are there supposed to just be three fears?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to maga), "mmkay" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Living Room Floyd | This spacious room is comfortably if sparsely furnished. A plush sofa Floyd | and two matching armchairs are arranged around a low wooden tea-table. Floyd | Curtains hang over the long windows on the south wall, keeping the Floyd | warmth from the old electric fireplace in; a clock hangs over the Floyd | mantelpiece. The overall effect might even be cosy, were it not for the Floyd | stark white glare of the unshielded bulb dangling from the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | A simple wooden staircase on the west wall leads up to the first floor; Floyd | underneath the stairs is an utility closet. The kitchen can be seen Floyd | through the empty doorway to the east. Floyd | Floyd | The front door is reassuringly and securely locked. Floyd | Floyd | On the kitchen doorway is a can of white paint. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a pair of gloves and an ornamental plate here. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Don't go upstairs yet. I think that's the trigger." | |||
| olethros says, "four, one in the attic" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "get all" | ||||
Floyd | gloves: Taken. Floyd | ornamental plate: Taken. Floyd | sofa: That's hardly portable. Floyd | chairs: That's hardly portable. Floyd | light bulb: That's hardly portable. Floyd | table: That's hardly portable. Floyd | front door: That's fixed in place. Floyd | utility closet: That's hardly portable. Floyd | kitchen doorway: That's hardly portable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "open closet" | ||||
Floyd | It's already open. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga asks (of DW), "the attic, you mean?" | |||
| lpsmith says, "Yeah, that's my guess too." | ||||
| DavidW says, "yes, sorry. Don't go in the attic." | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor Floyd | You are in the western half of a plain whitewashed east-west corridor Floyd | lit by a lamp hanging next to the stairs, which lead down to the ground Floyd | floor. The carpeted wooden floor creaks annoyingly under your feet. Floyd | Floyd | The bathroom lies to the north; a ladder hangs from an opening in the Floyd | ceiling to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | lpsmith says, "Conquer all our fears, then brave the attic." | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor (by ladder) Floyd | A ladder hangs down from a dark square hole in the high ceiling of this Floyd | unadorned corridor. Identical doors to the north, east and south lead Floyd | to various rooms. To the west, hanging over the stairs, a bright Floyd | electric lamp provides illumination. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Study Floyd | A large bookcase occupies the north wall of this brightly lit room. Floyd | Next to the dull green curtains of the window stands a wooden desk. Floyd | Floyd | Somewhere nearby, you hear the burble of the hot water pipes. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "mmkay" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "hit drawer" | ||||
Floyd | Why not try opening it before resorting to such violent measures? Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Good point about it being the trigger." | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "open drawer" | ||||
Floyd | The drawer is tightly jammed, which is rather irritating as you have a Floyd | strange hunch that there might be something useful inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Hadn't thought of that." | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "hit drawer" | ||||
Floyd | Frustrated, you aim a kick at the drawer and hear a satisfying crack. Floyd | You cringe as the broken drawer crashes noisily to the floor, spilling Floyd | out its contents. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x photograph" | ||||
Floyd | It's an old photograph which was sent to you a few years ago by one of Floyd | your friends studying in Cambridge, depicting a porcelain duck balanced Floyd | high among the rafters of the college dining hall. Suddenly, you Floyd | recollect a conversation you had with him a long time ago, about the Floyd | old college tradition of taking the duck down from the rafters of the Floyd | Great Hall in the dead of night and putting it back up on another beam Floyd | the next day. As you wonder whether you'd have tried this feat yourself Floyd | if you'd been there, you feel your surroundings somehow shifting... Floyd | Floyd | Great Hall (by screens) Floyd | You are at the south end of a magnificent dining hall. The east and Floyd | west walls stand thirty feet tall; near the top, stained-glass windows Floyd | bearing coats of arms admit the light of the full moon. Below the Floyd | windows hang pictures of past Masters of the college and illustrious Floyd | former alumni, gazing down over the long rows of tables and benches. Floyd | Shadowy rafters support the peaked roof. Floyd | Floyd | To the south, wooden screens half the height of the walls separate the Floyd | hall from an east-west passageway. Double doors set in the screens are Floyd | locked and bolted shut. Floyd | Floyd | In the rafters at the far end of the hall, a duck perches incongruously Floyd | on a beam. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a canvas satchel (which is closed) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "open satchel" | ||||
Floyd | You open the canvas satchel, revealing a length of sewing thread, a Floyd | squash ball, a catapult and a net. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "get all from satchel" | ||||
Floyd | catapult: Removed. Floyd | net: Removed. Floyd | length of sewing thread: Removed. Floyd | squash ball: Removed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "take all from satchel" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "tie ball to thread" | ||||
Floyd | You tie the squash ball to the length of sewing thread. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "untie net" | ||||
Floyd | It comes apart fairly easily into one long piece of string. You don't Floyd | really feel like trying to weave it back together again. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd | Floyd | > | maga backs off | |||
| lpsmith says, "Whoops, heh." | ||||
| lpsmith asks, "I was doing the last one; you want this?" | ||||
| Syntax: whisper person = message (or) .person message | maga says, "I mentioned it, but it doesn't really matter" | |||
| maga says, "you go ahead" | ||||
| lpsmith says, "Heh." | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "tie thread to string" | ||||
Floyd | You tie the length of sewing thread to the length of string. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Great Hall Floyd | You are in the middle of a magnificent dining hall. The east and west Floyd | walls stand thirty feet tall; near the top, stained-glass windows Floyd | bearing coats of arms admit the light of the full moon. Below the Floyd | windows hang pictures of past Masters of the college and illustrious Floyd | former alumni, gazing down over the long rows of tables and benches. Floyd | Shadowy rafters support the peaked roof. Floyd | Floyd | Directly above you is a hexagonal skylight set in the middle of the Floyd | high ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | In the rafters at the north end of the hall, a duck perches Floyd | incongruously on a beam. Floyd | Floyd | A double length of rope runs up the east wall to the skylight, Floyd | presumably for opening and closing it. Its bottom ends are tied to the Floyd | leg of a table just next to the wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "untie rope" | ||||
Floyd | You untie the length of rope from the table. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "pull rope" | ||||
Floyd | You pull it down without too much noise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "tie rope to string" | ||||
Floyd | You tie the length of rope to the length of string. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "tie rope to table" | ||||
Floyd | You tie the length of rope to the table. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "shoot ball at rafter" | ||||
Floyd | Taking careful aim, you let fly with the squash ball, which flies just Floyd | over the beam on which the duck sits in a graceful arc... and hits the Floyd | huge portrait on the north wall. Your heart sinks as you hear the glass Floyd | shatter, and your only thought is to flee... Floyd | Floyd | You open your eyes in front of the fireplace, feeling rather dizzy all Floyd | of a sudden. Surely things aren't supposed to happen this way. Floyd | Floyd | Living Room Floyd | This spacious room is comfortably if sparsely furnished. A plush sofa Floyd | and two matching armchairs are arranged around a low wooden tea-table. Floyd | Curtains hang over the long windows on the south wall, keeping the Floyd | warmth from the old electric fireplace in; a clock hangs over the Floyd | mantelpiece. The overall effect might even be cosy, were it not for the Floyd | stark white glare of the unshielded bulb dangling from the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | A simple wooden staircase on the west wall leads up to the first floor; Floyd | underneath the stairs is an utility closet. The kitchen can be seen Floyd | through the empty doorway to the east. Floyd | Floyd | The front door is reassuringly and securely locked. Floyd | Floyd | On the kitchen doorway is a can of white paint. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a college photograph, a pair of gloves and an Floyd | ornamental plate here. Floyd | 1 Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Great Hall Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | lpsmith asks, "Was there a different location where this worked?" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "untie rope from table" | ||||
Floyd | You untie the length of rope from the table. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "get all" | ||||
Floyd | duck: If only your arms were thirty feet long. Floyd | portraits: That's hardly portable. Floyd | skylight: That's hardly portable. Floyd | table: It weighs more than you do. Floyd | length of rope: Taken. Floyd | rafters: Don't be silly. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "north" | |||
| maga says, "we were at the platform" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Great Hall (by high table) Floyd | You are at the north end of a magnificent dining hall. The east and Floyd | west walls stand thirty feet tall; near the top, stained-glass windows Floyd | bearing coats of arms admit the light of the full moon. Below the Floyd | windows hang pictures of past Masters of the college and illustrious Floyd | former alumni, gazing down over the long rows of tables and benches. Floyd | Shadowy rafters support the peaked roof. Floyd | Floyd | At the foot of the north wall, a wide area is raised several inches on Floyd | a wooden platform, where the High Table stands. Hanging on the wall is Floyd | a large portrait of the College's founder. Floyd | Floyd | Above you, just to the south of the high table, a duck perches Floyd | incongruously on a beam. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "tie rope to table" | ||||
Floyd | You tie the length of rope to the table. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "shoot ball at rafter" | ||||
Floyd | Taking aim, you let fly with the squash ball, but feel the catapult's Floyd | elastic brush against your hair. You watch the ball strike the beam Floyd | just below the duck, which doesn't appear to have moved at all. The Floyd | ball falls to the floor with an unnervingly loud thwack which you hope Floyd | no one heard. Floyd | Floyd | [You'll be more careful with it next time.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "shoot ball at rafter" | ||||
Floyd | The ball flies gracefully over the beam, trailing the sewing thread Floyd | behind it, and strikes the floor with a loud report. The impact Floyd | detaches the ball from the thread, and it rolls off to become lost Floyd | somewhere underneath the tables. However, the thread is now looped over Floyd | the beam. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "pull thread" | ||||
Floyd | You pull the length of string up and over the beam. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "pull string" | ||||
Floyd | You pull the length of rope up and over the beam. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "wear satchel" | ||||
Floyd | You put on the canvas satchel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "drop all" | ||||
Floyd | catapult: Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "climb rope" | ||||
Floyd | You give the rope a few experimental tugs, and it seems to support your Floyd | weight. You've always been scared of heights, but it would be such a Floyd | waste to turn back now. Gingerly, you ascend the rope. Floyd | Floyd | Great Hall (in the rafters) Floyd | You are clinging to one of the lower beams of the rafters, trying not Floyd | to look down. The beam's surface is covered with years of dust. Your Floyd | rope is the only way back down. Floyd | Floyd | The infamous duck perches here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "get duck" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "clean the dust" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "put duck in satchel" | ||||
Floyd | You put the porcelain duck into the canvas satchel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "clean" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to clean? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "dust" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to dust? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "dust dust" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you need to refer to in the course of this game. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Great Hall (by high table) Floyd | You are at the north end of a magnificent dining hall. The east and Floyd | west walls stand thirty feet tall; near the top, stained-glass windows Floyd | bearing coats of arms admit the light of the full moon. Below the Floyd | windows hang pictures of past Masters of the college and illustrious Floyd | former alumni, gazing down over the long rows of tables and benches. Floyd | Shadowy rafters support the peaked roof. Floyd | Floyd | At the foot of the north wall, a wide area is raised several inches on Floyd | a wooden platform, where the High Table stands. Hanging on the wall is Floyd | a large portrait of the College's founder. Floyd | Floyd | The rope is looped over the duck's wooden beam up in the rafters. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a catapult, a length of string and a length of sewing Floyd | thread here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "dust beam" | ||||
Floyd | You achieve nothing by this. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "argh" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "climb rope" | ||||
Floyd | You give the rope a few experimental tugs, and it seems to support your Floyd | weight. You've always been scared of heights, but it would be such a Floyd | waste to turn back now. Gingerly, you ascend the rope. Floyd | Floyd | Great Hall (in the rafters) Floyd | You are clinging to one of the lower beams of the rafters, trying not Floyd | to look down. The beam's surface is covered with years of dust. Your Floyd | rope is the only way back down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "dust beam" | ||||
Floyd | You achieve nothing by this. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I vaguely remember graffiti" | |||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "x dust" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you need to refer to in the course of this game. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "x beam" | ||||
Floyd | Looking from your perch towards the screens at the other end of the Floyd | hall, the rafters take on the appearance of a shadowy tunnel. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh well. Maybe I'm wrong" | |||
| maga asks, "possibly on the beam?" | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "blow dust" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you need to refer to in the course of this game. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x beam" | ||||
Floyd | Looking from your perch towards the screens at the other end of the Floyd | hall, the rafters take on the appearance of a shadowy tunnel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "climb beams" | ||||
Floyd | I don't think much is to be achieved by that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "save "graffiti"" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to save. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Maybe it's on another beam" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "graffiti" | ||||
Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | lpsmith says, "heh" | |||
| inky says, "(if the amusing mentions it at the end)" | ||||
| lpsmith says, "Sure." | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Great Hall (by high table) Floyd | You are at the north end of a magnificent dining hall. The east and Floyd | west walls stand thirty feet tall; near the top, stained-glass windows Floyd | bearing coats of arms admit the light of the full moon. Below the Floyd | windows hang pictures of past Masters of the college and illustrious Floyd | former alumni, gazing down over the long rows of tables and benches. Floyd | Shadowy rafters support the peaked roof. Floyd | Floyd | At the foot of the north wall, a wide area is raised several inches on Floyd | a wooden platform, where the High Table stands. Hanging on the wall is Floyd | a large portrait of the College's founder. Floyd | Floyd | The rope is looped over the duck's wooden beam up in the rafters. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a catapult, a length of string and a length of sewing Floyd | thread here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "untie rope" | ||||
Floyd | You untie the length of rope from the length of string. Floyd | You untie the length of rope from the table. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "get all" | ||||
Floyd | table: It weighs more than you do. Floyd | portrait: That's hardly portable. Floyd | length of sewing thread: Taken. Floyd | length of string: Taken. Floyd | catapult: Taken. Floyd | rafters: Don't be silly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "pull rope" | ||||
Floyd | You pull it down without too much noise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "get rope" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Great Hall Floyd | You are in the middle of a magnificent dining hall. The east and west Floyd | walls stand thirty feet tall; near the top, stained-glass windows Floyd | bearing coats of arms admit the light of the full moon. Below the Floyd | windows hang pictures of past Masters of the college and illustrious Floyd | former alumni, gazing down over the long rows of tables and benches. Floyd | Shadowy rafters support the peaked roof. Floyd | Floyd | Directly above you is a hexagonal skylight set in the middle of the Floyd | high ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Great Hall (by screens) Floyd | You are at the south end of a magnificent dining hall. The east and Floyd | west walls stand thirty feet tall; near the top, stained-glass windows Floyd | bearing coats of arms admit the light of the full moon. Below the Floyd | windows hang pictures of past Masters of the college and illustrious Floyd | former alumni, gazing down over the long rows of tables and benches. Floyd | Shadowy rafters support the peaked roof. Floyd | Floyd | To the south, wooden screens half the height of the walls separate the Floyd | hall from an east-west passageway. Double doors set in the screens are Floyd | locked and bolted shut. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | The doors are locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| lpsmith says (to Floyd), "climb screen" | ||||
Floyd | Your quest successful, you clamber over the screens and stealthily Floyd | away, smiling as you think of the admiration you'll receive from your Floyd | fellow students for this feat of daring. Floyd | Floyd | It is a terrible shock when the duck writhes in your hands, flattening Floyd | into a mere photograph, but at least one thing from this dream has Floyd | remained with you... Floyd | Floyd | [You are no longer afraid of heights.] Floyd | Floyd | Living Room Floyd | This spacious room is comfortably if sparsely furnished. A plush sofa Floyd | and two matching armchairs are arranged around a low wooden tea-table. Floyd | Curtains hang over the long windows on the south wall, keeping the Floyd | warmth from the old electric fireplace in; a clock hangs over the Floyd | mantelpiece. The overall effect might even be cosy, were it not for the Floyd | stark white glare of the unshielded bulb dangling from the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | A simple wooden staircase on the west wall leads up to the first floor; Floyd | underneath the stairs is an utility closet. The kitchen can be seen Floyd | through the empty doorway to the east. Floyd | Floyd | The front door is reassuringly and securely locked. Floyd | Floyd | On the kitchen doorway is a can of white paint. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a pair of gloves and an ornamental plate here. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by nine points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "and now, the gripping finale" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "get all" | ||||
Floyd | kitchen doorway: That's hardly portable. Floyd | utility closet: That's hardly portable. Floyd | front door: That's fixed in place. Floyd | table: That's hardly portable. Floyd | light bulb: That's hardly portable. Floyd | chairs: That's hardly portable. Floyd | sofa: That's hardly portable. Floyd | ornamental plate: Taken. Floyd | gloves: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | In the distance, you hear the wail of an approaching siren. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "and get the pillbox" | |||
| inky says, "where we kick the shit out of the furnace" | ||||
| DavidW says, "(from bedroom)" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "Do we need the bowl?" | ||||
| maga asks, "who's driving?" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | This room retains a faint smell of paint. Cupboards containing kitchen Floyd | utensils and tinned food leer at you from the walls. The only exit is Floyd | back west to the living room. Floyd | Floyd | The sink is filled with broken glass. Floyd | Floyd | The siren is getting closer, and you can now make out the throb of an Floyd | engine. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "Drinkin' John" | |||
| DavidW says, "eep" | Jacqueline says, "heh" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Living Room Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "yikes!" | |||
| DavidW says, "The timer has already started" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Yes." | ||||
| olethros says, "I remember managing to it at the last second" | ||||
| olethros says, "+do" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "We can always restore." | ||||
| inky says, "good move doing the other vision first, I guess" | ||||
| olethros says, "struggling in the attic while the police were knocking on the door" | ||||
| maga asks, "so, -> bedroom -> attic?" | ||||
| olethros asks, "why bedroom?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "Maybe go straight to attic" | ||||
| maga says, "DW wanted the pillbox" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "pills" | ||||
| DavidW says, "Maybe the pills aren't important. I'm guessing." | ||||
| olethros asks, "is it time for the pills?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "We should see if we can grab the keys." | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "runlikehell" | ||||
Floyd | Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "ha" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor Floyd | You are in the western half of a plain whitewashed east-west corridor Floyd | lit by a lamp hanging next to the stairs, which lead down to the ground Floyd | floor. The carpeted wooden floor creaks annoyingly under your feet. Floyd | Floyd | The bathroom lies to the north; a ladder hangs from an opening in the Floyd | ceiling to the east. Floyd | Floyd | The siren is getting closer, and you can now make out the throb of an Floyd | engine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor (by ladder) Floyd | A ladder hangs down from a dark square hole in the high ceiling of this Floyd | unadorned corridor. Identical doors to the north, east and south lead Floyd | to various rooms. To the west, hanging over the stairs, a bright Floyd | electric lamp provides illumination. Floyd | Floyd | The siren abruptly stops, and you hear the squeal of mistreated tyres. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | The ladder groans, but supports your weight easily. Floyd | Floyd | Fumbling in the dark a bit, you discover the light switch and flip it, Floyd | illuminating the attic. Floyd | Floyd | Attic Floyd | Dust covers the floorboards of this dim attic, lit by a weak ceiling Floyd | lamp, and the air makes you sneeze. Some old chairs are piled Floyd | unceremoniously in one corner. There is no sign of the missing keys. Floyd | Floyd | The growling, steam-breathing monster crouching by the north wall, upon Floyd | closer inspection, turns out to be a leaky boiler, pipes raising its Floyd | main tank slightly off the floor. Floyd | Floyd | The car comes to a halt just outside your house. You feel a sudden Floyd | chill. They are coming for you! Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros asks, "wore gloves?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wear gloves" | ||||
Floyd | You put on the gloves. Floyd | Floyd | You hear vehicle doors being flung open, and cannot suppress the urge Floyd | to scream. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x dragon" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "scream" | ||||
Floyd | Your scream only causes the men outside to redouble their efforts. Floyd | Floyd | Heavy feet pound on the pavement as the car doors are slammed shut Floyd | again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Attic Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | [Can't "undo" twice in succession. Sorry!] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | [Can't "undo" twice in succession. Sorry!] Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "heh" | |||
| olethros says, "heeee" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "boiler" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x boiler" | ||||
Floyd | Pipes hold the main boiler tank a few inches off the floor. Near the Floyd | top of the boiler, a somewhat loose pipe lets out the odd puff of Floyd | steam. Floyd | Floyd | Heavy feet pound on the pavement as the car doors are slammed shut Floyd | again. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Just wanted to see, thassall." | |||
| inky says, "oho hmm" | ||||
| inky asks, "tighten the pipe? or turn it?" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn loose pipe" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn pipe" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "uh, ok, or not" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "hit boiler. undo" | ||||
Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one. Floyd | Floyd | You hear several sharp raps on the front door, a harsh voice shouting Floyd | "Open up! Police!" Floyd | Floyd | What do you want to undo? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look under boiler" | ||||
Floyd | Looking underneath the boiler, you spy the lost keyring wedged between Floyd | the tank and the floorboards. Grasping it in your gloved hands, you Floyd | work it free. Floyd | Floyd | (You now have the keyring.) Floyd | Floyd | The knocking and shouting continues outside, and dread rises in you Floyd | from a bottomless well. What have you done? Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by one point.] Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "hey hey" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor (by ladder) Floyd | A ladder hangs down from a dark square hole in the high ceiling of this Floyd | unadorned corridor. Identical doors to the north, east and south lead Floyd | to various rooms. To the west, hanging over the stairs, a bright Floyd | electric lamp provides illumination. Floyd | Floyd | There is a sudden quiet, then muffled voices and the sound of a large Floyd | object bumping against the ground outside. You scream again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor Floyd | You are in the western half of a plain whitewashed east-west corridor Floyd | lit by a lamp hanging next to the stairs, which lead down to the ground Floyd | floor. The carpeted wooden floor creaks annoyingly under your feet. Floyd | Floyd | The bathroom lies to the north; a ladder hangs from an opening in the Floyd | ceiling to the east. Floyd | Floyd | There is a succession of unnervingly loud percussive raps from outside. Floyd | They are trying to break the front door down, and each blow is like Floyd | water crashing against a dam. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Living Room Floyd | This spacious room is comfortably if sparsely furnished. A plush sofa Floyd | and two matching armchairs are arranged around a low wooden tea-table. Floyd | Curtains hang over the long windows on the south wall, keeping the Floyd | warmth from the old electric fireplace in; a clock hangs over the Floyd | mantelpiece. The overall effect might even be cosy, were it not for the Floyd | stark white glare of the unshielded bulb dangling from the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | A simple wooden staircase on the west wall leads up to the first floor; Floyd | underneath the stairs is an utility closet. The kitchen can be seen Floyd | through the empty doorway to the east. Floyd | Floyd | The door isn't going to hold up much longer. Floyd | Floyd | On the kitchen doorway is a can of white paint. Floyd | Floyd | Panic boils within you with each stroke of the battering ram, and you Floyd | know with terrible clarity that they must not be allowed to break the Floyd | door down, as behind the dam the currents surge... Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "w00t and huzzah" | |||
| maga asks, "so now we go downstairs and, um, let the nice policemen in?" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to unlock the front door with? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "keys" | ||||
Floyd | With trembling hands, you find the right key and turn it in the lock. Floyd | Floyd | You begin to hear the splintering of wood, the banging beginning to Floyd | crumble your grip on sanity. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | It takes every ounce of determination in your body to turn the handle, Floyd | but there is no other way to stop the banging. As three startled Floyd | policemen charge, propelled by their own momentum, into a tangled heap Floyd | on the sofa, you steel yourself and take that first step outside into Floyd | the dawn... Floyd | Floyd | The Outside World Floyd | Floyd | A gentle breeze of fresh air caresses your cheek as you look out over Floyd | the awakening city, gently blowing the fog away from your mind, calming Floyd | the fevered waters. Sorrowful memories begin to stir; the plane crash Floyd | so many months ago now, the rage against arbitrary, cruel fate, the Floyd | endless gloom and desperation - but this time you firmly put them Floyd | behind you, and breathe instead the scent of the dew and the symphony Floyd | of the morning. Floyd | Floyd | Your reverie is broken by an anxious policeman tapping you on the Floyd | shoulder. "Are you all right? The neighbours heard a lot of screaming - Floyd | we're sorry we couldn't get here earlier, it's been a terrible Floyd | night..." Floyd | Floyd | Smiling for the first time in an age, you explain that it was only a Floyd | nightmare, apologizing for their trouble. Floyd | Floyd | As the departing car's roar fades into the distance, more mundane Floyd | thoughts enter your mind. The house will need some redecorating, the Floyd | medical researchers will definitely be hearing from you once the phone Floyd | is fixed, and - somewhere you can't quite remember yet - your work Floyd | awaits. But most importantly, the spectre of fear and the ghosts of the Floyd | past no longer haunt you, and the rising sun inspires the hope of a new Floyd | beginning. Floyd | Floyd | The long night is over. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have won *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In that game you scored 36 out of a possible 36, in 372 turns, which Floyd | gives you the rank of awakened Dreamer. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, give the FULL score Floyd | for that game, see some suggestions for AMUSING things to do or QUIT? Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to maga), "I still think that's crazy, but I think that's our plan." | |||
| inky says, "wow, this is really cutting it close" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "my" | ||||
| inky says, "also, hooray" | ||||
| Fang says (to Floyd), "full" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | In that game you scored 36 out of a possible 36, in 372 turns, which Floyd | gives you the rank of awakened Dreamer. Floyd | Floyd | The score was made up as follows: Floyd | Floyd | 4 imprisoning the spider Floyd | 1 reaching the attic Floyd | 1 recovering the keyring Floyd | 1 finding a deeper darkness Floyd | 1 unravelling a tangled web Floyd | 1 enlightening the hollow Floyd | 9 rising from the tomb Floyd | 9 stealing the mallard Floyd | 9 liberating the sphere Floyd | Floyd | 36 total (out of 36) Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, give the FULL score Floyd | for that game, see some suggestions for AMUSING things to do or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "amusing" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | While minor Ancient Egyptian tombs are still being discovered, rumours Floyd | of buried pyramids remain unsubstantiated. Concealed shafts and hidden Floyd | chambers in known pyramids, meanwhile, remain mysterious. Floyd | Floyd | The Great Hall is based on that of Trinity College, Cambridge. The Floyd | actual duck is plastic now, the porcelain one having been dropped Floyd | thirty feet by accident several years ago; and the solution in the game Floyd | has actually been successfully applied in real life. (Well, no one was Floyd | actually inconsiderate enough to pull down the skylight rope...) Floyd | Floyd | The sphere in the Crystal Dome symbolically represents the character's Floyd | subconscious that seeks freedom from the self-imposed barriers of fear, Floyd | represented by the dome. The appearance of the resonating crystals is Floyd | based on a dream the author had during the course of programming. Floyd | Floyd | Your character's voice has a range of two octaves, in case you were Floyd | wondering why singing to the crystals didn't always work. Floyd | Floyd | Amusing things to try: singing to the rods in the crystal dome, Floyd | attempting to get the duck while still on the hall floor, trying to Floyd | leave or extinguish the torch outside the pyramid, hiding in the Floyd | closet, looking under the bed... Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, give the FULL score Floyd | for that game, see some suggestions for AMUSING things to do or QUIT? Floyd | > | maga says, "fuckin' Trinitarians" | |||
| inky asks, "oh, did we manage to sing to the crystals or rods?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "We never did directed singing. Just 'sing'." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to maga), "heehee" | ||||
| DavidW says, "And we never looked under the bed!" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "We still could." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "restart" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | You are running for your life down dark, labyrinthine corridors, your Floyd | heart pounding almost as loudly as the heavy boots of your relentless Floyd | pursuer. But your legs are collapsing under you, your breaths coming in Floyd | ragged gasps. At the last, strength fails you and you collapse Floyd | face-down upon the unforgiving concrete. Cold hands grasp your neck, Floyd | hauling you upright, forcing your unwilling eyes open to gaze into the Floyd | hard, cruel, familiar face of your captor - and you scream with the Floyd | horrible recognition that those twisted features are your own. Floyd | Floyd | You are still screaming when you awaken in sweat-drenched clothes, Floyd | deeply relieved that it was only a dream. Yet something is not right. Floyd | Why does the darkness beyond the window look so threatening? Why do the Floyd | sounds of the night bear such menace? Indeed, why are you in such Floyd | constant... Floyd | Floyd | FEAR Floyd | An Interactive Nightmare Floyd | For information, type "about" Floyd | Release 1 / Serial number 961012 / Inform v1502 Library 5/12 Floyd | Standard interpreter 1.0 Floyd | Floyd | Bedroom (on the bed) Floyd | This first-floor room is almost uncomfortably warm and well-lit. The Floyd | bed sits against the east wall, and curtains cover the windows to the Floyd | south. A calendar hangs from a hook on one wall, and the exit is to the Floyd | north. Floyd | Floyd | On the bedside table are a pillbox (which is closed) (in which are nine Floyd | white pills), a small leaflet and a telephone. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "and hide in the closet" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get up" | ||||
Floyd | You get off the bed. Floyd | Floyd | Bedroom Floyd | Floyd | On the bedside table are a pillbox (which is closed) (in which are nine Floyd | white pills), a small leaflet and a telephone. Floyd | Floyd | You feel suddenly claustrophobic as you hear a rustling nearby. What Floyd | lurks in the shadows, waiting to pounce? Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "i predict you get claustrophobia" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "look under bed" | ||||
Floyd | But there might be monsters. Floyd | Floyd | The house is strangely unfamiliar, as if you'd read about it in a book Floyd | but never actually set foot inside before. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "heh" | |||
| maga says, "hooray" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "xyzzy" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "AWWW" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "win" | ||||
Floyd | [win -> in] Floyd | The only door leads north. Floyd | Floyd | As you try to compose your mind, dark memories wash over you: Floyd | explosions, death, the tolling of funeral bells, gloom, isolation. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks, "Which closet? The downstairs utility closet?" | |||
| DavidW says, "must be" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor (by ladder) Floyd | A ladder hangs down from a dark square hole in the high ceiling of this Floyd | unadorned corridor. Identical doors to the north, east and south lead Floyd | to various rooms. To the west, hanging over the stairs, a bright Floyd | electric lamp provides illumination. Floyd | Floyd | Seeing the ladder suddenly reminds you where you left the house keys. Floyd | They fell out of your pocket in the attic yesterday afternoon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Upstairs Corridor Floyd | You are in the western half of a plain whitewashed east-west corridor Floyd | lit by a lamp hanging next to the stairs, which lead down to the ground Floyd | floor. The carpeted wooden floor creaks annoyingly under your feet. Floyd | Floyd | The bathroom lies to the north; a ladder hangs from an opening in the Floyd | ceiling to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Waves of sorrow and guilt wash over you from some dimly remembered Floyd | past. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Living Room Floyd | This spacious room is comfortably if sparsely furnished. A plush sofa Floyd | and two matching armchairs are arranged around a low wooden tea-table. Floyd | Curtains hang over the long windows on the south wall, keeping the Floyd | warmth from the old electric fireplace in; a clock hangs over the Floyd | mantelpiece. The overall effect might even be cosy, were it not for the Floyd | stark white glare of the unshielded bulb dangling from the ceiling. Floyd | Floyd | A simple wooden staircase on the west wall leads up to the first floor; Floyd | underneath the stairs is an utility closet. The kitchen can be seen Floyd | through the empty doorway to the east. Floyd | Floyd | You shudder at the sight of a large spider hanging in the kitchen Floyd | doorway. Floyd | Floyd | The front door is reassuringly and securely locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "open closet" | ||||
Floyd | You open the utility closet, revealing a can of white paint. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "hide in closet" | ||||
Floyd | [hide -> wide] Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "enter closet" | ||||
Floyd | You give up on the tempting idea of hiding in the closet when you Floyd | discover that you're too big to fit inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "snrk" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Mmkay - another good week - and a good game." | ||||
| DavidW says, "f scream" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Thanks, fellas." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "scream" | ||||
Floyd | You feel slightly better after that. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "heh" | |||
| DavidW says, "yay. good game." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Indeed." | ||||
| olethros says, "rowr, this time it was good" | ||||
| Fang has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | Jacqueline says, "Three hours, but good." | |||
| inky says, "that's not too bad" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, 2.75." | ||||
| maga has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | DavidW asks, "How to reset Floyd?" | |||
| olethros asks, "was it an ifcomp game?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "yes" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to o), "Yes. 1996." | ||||
| olethros says, "gah distinguised panel of judges fails to complete in less than 2 hours!" | ||||
| olethros says, "FAIL!" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "snrk" | ||||
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