  
 
The idea behind ClubFloyd is that each week at a pre-arranged time, a group of people meet online to cooperatively play a game of interactive fiction. Below is a transcript of Mother Loose by Irene Callaci. Mother Loose was originally released as part of the 1998 IF Competition, where it took sixth place. It was also a finalist for Best NPCs and Best Individual PC at the 1998 Xyzzy Awards. You can learn more about the game, including how to download it, by visiting the IFWiki.WARNING! Below you will find a transcript of people playing this game, and it goes without saying that the transcript is full of spoilers. So, if you've never played it, and think you might like to at some point, I do not recommend reading any further. Instead, you might want to return to the interactive fiction page. |
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| Playtime! | ||||
| 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, 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, rubber chicken with a pully in the middle, cork nut, cork nut, cork nut, dfan's quest, the 'this cube intentionally left featureless' cube, a pair of dice, miniature ifMUD, Pun Police Whistle, orange door, wad of bills, mind chess | ||||
| Players: Waldo, Floyd, inky | ||||
| Visible Exits: northeast (to the Lounge) | ||||
| Taleslinger arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | ||||
| Taleslinger dusts himself off. | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "Well, I have a sun now, but I still can't figure actions out." | ||||
| inky asks, "the syntax? or what?" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "yes" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "I didn't find anything in the tutorial." | ||||
| inky asks, "you looked at help @action?" | ||||
| Taleslinger clears his throat. | ||||
| inky says, "I think the tutorial is actually old enough that it predates actions" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "It wasn't mentioned in the tutorial. Many thanks." | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | What was that? Floyd | Floyd | You freeze, all your senses on alert. Not mineral. Not vegetable, Floyd | either. That means...animal? Your eyes scan the countryside, swiveling Floyd | like searchlights, and pause briefly on a grove of trees to the north. Floyd | Floyd | "No, not there! Up here!" guides a voice edged with impatience. As you Floyd | whirl around, peering up, you squint and shield your eyes against the Floyd | sun's glare. Waving at you from the top of a rickety wooden fence is a Floyd | well-groomed egg, who confesses, "I could use a bit of help, if you Floyd | don't mind." Floyd | Floyd | After a long and rather awkward silence, the egg mutters, "It's very Floyd | rude to stare, you know. When I was your age, children were taught to Floyd | respect their elders, not gawk at them as if they were animals in a Floyd | zoo." The egg crosses his legs, folds his arms and pretends to ignore Floyd | you. Floyd | Floyd | [Press a key to begin.] Floyd | | Jacqueline says, "Starting!" | |||
| inky says, "you showed the intro before anyone arrived!" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I can restart it." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I started it at the top of the hour!" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "It's Sunday? Already?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I'm all prompt and stuff." | ||||
| DavidW arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | MOTHER LOOSE Floyd | An Interactive Nursery Rhyme Floyd | Copyright (c) 1998 by Irene Callaci. Floyd | Release 2 / Serial number 981128 / Inform v6.15 Library 6/7 Floyd | Floyd | Rickety Fence Floyd | The ramshackle wooden fence in front of you seems to lurch from one Floyd | horizon to the other. Although it hasn't fallen over yet, it threatens Floyd | to at any moment, and if that egg isn't careful... Floyd | Floyd | The footpath running along the fence veers sharply north. Floyd | Floyd | The egg flicks an invisible piece of lint off his shirt. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "restart" | ||||
Floyd | Are you sure you want to restart? | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "y" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | What was that? Floyd | Floyd | You freeze, all your senses on alert. Not mineral. Not vegetable, Floyd | either. That means...animal? Your eyes scan the countryside, swiveling Floyd | like searchlights, and pause briefly on a grove of trees to the north. Floyd | Floyd | "No, not there! Up here!" guides a voice edged with impatience. As you Floyd | whirl around, peering up, you squint and shield your eyes against the Floyd | sun's glare. Waving at you from the top of a rickety wooden fence is a Floyd | well-groomed egg, who confesses, "I could use a bit of help, if you Floyd | don't mind." Floyd | Floyd | After a long and rather awkward silence, the egg mutters, "It's very Floyd | rude to stare, you know. When I was your age, children were taught to Floyd | respect their elders, not gawk at them as if they were animals in a Floyd | zoo." The egg crosses his legs, folds his arms and pretends to ignore Floyd | you. Floyd | Floyd | [Press a key to begin.] Floyd | | DavidW says, "I'd totally forgotten" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Sigh. One sec." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Maga is also coming." | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "ask egg about chicken" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | MOTHER LOOSE Floyd | An Interactive Nursery Rhyme Floyd | Copyright (c) 1998 by Irene Callaci. Floyd | Release 2 / Serial number 981128 / Inform v6.15 Library 6/7 Floyd | Floyd | Rickety Fence Floyd | The ramshackle wooden fence in front of you seems to lurch from one Floyd | horizon to the other. Although it hasn't fallen over yet, it threatens Floyd | to at any moment, and if that egg isn't careful... Floyd | Floyd | The footpath running along the fence veers sharply north. Floyd | Floyd | The egg flicks an invisible piece of lint off his shirt. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I shall restart it AGAIN." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Once he gets his tail in here." | ||||
| olethros says, "sunday!~" | ||||
| olethros says, "and I am still awake" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to olethros), "C'mon in, the story's fine." | ||||
| maga arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | Jacqueline asks (of olethros), "You coming?" | |||
| maga says, "hola" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I'll wait to restart if you are." | ||||
| olethros arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | ||||
| olethros says, "Ahmmm" | Jacqueline says, "Okay then." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "restart" | ||||
Floyd | Are you sure you want to restart? | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "y" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | What was that? Floyd | Floyd | You freeze, all your senses on alert. Not mineral. Not vegetable, Floyd | either. That means...animal? Your eyes scan the countryside, swiveling Floyd | like searchlights, and pause briefly on a grove of trees to the north. Floyd | Floyd | "No, not there! Up here!" guides a voice edged with impatience. As you Floyd | whirl around, peering up, you squint and shield your eyes against the Floyd | sun's glare. Waving at you from the top of a rickety wooden fence is a Floyd | well-groomed egg, who confesses, "I could use a bit of help, if you Floyd | don't mind." Floyd | Floyd | After a long and rather awkward silence, the egg mutters, "It's very Floyd | rude to stare, you know. When I was your age, children were taught to Floyd | respect their elders, not gawk at them as if they were animals in a Floyd | zoo." The egg crosses his legs, folds his arms and pretends to ignore Floyd | you. Floyd | Floyd | [Press a key to begin.] Floyd | | Jacqueline says, "Really playing this time." | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "press any key" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | MOTHER LOOSE Floyd | An Interactive Nursery Rhyme Floyd | Copyright (c) 1998 by Irene Callaci. Floyd | Release 2 / Serial number 981128 / Inform v6.15 Library 6/7 Floyd | Floyd | Rickety Fence Floyd | The ramshackle wooden fence in front of you seems to lurch from one Floyd | horizon to the other. Although it hasn't fallen over yet, it threatens Floyd | to at any moment, and if that egg isn't careful... Floyd | Floyd | The footpath running along the fence veers sharply north. Floyd | Floyd | The egg hums a little tune your mother used to sing at bedtime. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "Hey, that worked" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "heh - there's also a button you can press." | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x myself" | ||||
Floyd | You're seven years old and in trouble a lot. You try to be good and to Floyd | do as you ought, but nothing, it seems, goes exactly as planned. For Floyd | instance, today things got quite out of hand: you poured your own milk, Floyd | but it spilled on the floor; the cat wanted out just as you slammed the Floyd | door; you didn't remember to turn off the faucet; your brother, poor Floyd | thing, is still locked in the closet. Floyd | Floyd | But that wasn't all. No, indeed. Did I mention that things got much Floyd | worse? They did. Pay attention: you're lost and alone and nothing's Floyd | familiar. You wander around for a while until you're ready to panic. Floyd | Then, out of the blue, an egg on a fence asks for help--and from you! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "help egg" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to help. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x egg" | ||||
Floyd | Although somewhat short and rotund, the egg takes obvious pride in his Floyd | appearance, wearing neatly pressed dark slacks and a white, button-down Floyd | shirt with the initials H.D. embroidered on the collar. His necktie is Floyd | conservative, his shoes polished, his handkerchief clean and folded. Floyd | Floyd | The egg wobbles ever so slightly on the narrow ledge of the fence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "climb fence" | ||||
Floyd | The fence is much too high and unsteady for you to climb. How on earth Floyd | did that egg get up there? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ask egg about egg" | ||||
Floyd | "Not a lot to tell, really," demurs the egg. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "push fence" | ||||
Floyd | "Stop that at once!" orders the egg, clutching the fence post for dear Floyd | life. "I'll fall and shatter into a million pieces!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says, "hee hee" | ||||
| DavidW says, "heh" | Jacqueline says (to inky), "Meanie! heehee" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ask egg about me" | ||||
Floyd | The egg looks shocked. "How could I possibly know anything at all about Floyd | you? We've never been properly introduced!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You trudge along, trees to your left, fence to your right. After a Floyd | little while, you sit down to rest. The fence and the road look the Floyd | same here; nothing has changed, except that now you're completely alone Floyd | on a road to nowhere. Discouraged, you stand up and trudge all the way Floyd | back to the egg. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, ">EGG ON EGG ON FENCE" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "ask egg about fence" | ||||
Floyd | With an embarrassed laugh, the egg admits, "Unfortunately, I've gotten Floyd | myself into a spot of trouble. I am unable to descend from this fence Floyd | without risking major injury." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "egg, jump" | ||||
Floyd | "I simply can't bring myself to do it," the egg moans. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "xyzzy" | ||||
Floyd | A hollow voice says, "Fooled you!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "egg, jump" | ||||
Floyd | "I simply can't bring myself to do it," the egg moans. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||||
Floyd | You jump on the spot, fruitlessly. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "this is kind of a stumper" | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You trudge along, trees to your right, fence to your left. After a Floyd | little while, you sit down to rest. The fence and the road look the Floyd | same here; nothing has changed, except that now you're completely alone Floyd | on a road to nowhere. Discouraged, you stand up and trudge all the way Floyd | back to the egg. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| K-Y arrives, full of fun and funk. | ||||
| Gunther arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Rickety Fence Floyd | The ramshackle wooden fence in front of you seems to lurch from one Floyd | horizon to the other. Although it hasn't fallen over yet, it threatens Floyd | to at any moment, and if that egg isn't careful... Floyd | Floyd | The footpath running along the fence veers sharply north. Floyd | Floyd | The egg removes a handkerchief from his pocket and polishes a pair of Floyd | spectacles. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Bravely, the egg calls after you: "My life is in your hands! I trust Floyd | you will return shortly to rescue me!" Floyd | Floyd | Forest Floyd | The sun has disappeared. Only a narrow north-south passage winds Floyd | through the forest here; trees and gnarled undergrowth barricade all Floyd | other exits. Chill air seeps up from the ground and coils around your Floyd | body, reaching down your neck with insistent, clammy fingers. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "ah ok" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Hello, Gunther." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "er, Hel-LO, Gunther." | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Deep Forest Floyd | Wet branches slap your face, their icy needles stinging. Dense Floyd | underbrush creeps in from all sides. With each step, mud oozes into Floyd | your shoes. Insects drop from above and crawl through your hair; Floyd | knuckles scrape against rough bark. The path hooks from south to Floyd | southwest here, slithering between the trees like a snake. Faint Floyd | rustling sounds catch your ear, but when you turn to look, all is still Floyd | and quiet. Floyd | Floyd | At your feet, a green and yellow basket lies on its side. Whoever Floyd | dropped it must have been in a hurry, because the contents have spilled Floyd | out and are strewn everywhere. Floyd | Floyd | An iron pot has come to rest at the edge of the footpath, near a tree. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a cracked porcelain dish and a bent spoon here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x pot" | ||||
Floyd | The pot is deep and flat-bottomed, with a curved handle that crosses Floyd | from one side to the other for easy carrying. Although the iron pot has Floyd | started to rust, you can see where something has dribbled out from Floyd | under the lid and run down the sides. Floyd | Floyd | The whispery rustling grows louder. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "take pot" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | You glance around nervously. The rustling seems very close now. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "listen to rustling" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||||
Floyd | You hear whispery, rustling sounds coming from behind the trees. Floyd | Floyd | The rustling sounds stop. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "take all" | ||||
Floyd | picnic basket: Taken. Floyd | cracked porcelain dish: Taken. Floyd | bent spoon: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | Suddenly, from the corner of your eye, you glimpse a streak of Floyd | moth-eaten fur hurtling toward you from the forest! Your heart races, Floyd | yet you stand paralyzed with fear; your mind screams at your Floyd | unresponsive body to flee. Run! Run for your life! Floyd | Floyd | Too late. Alas, too late. Floyd | Floyd | "Boo!" snarls a big, bad wolf, who is huffing and puffing from all the Floyd | exertion. His eyes narrow into slits as he studies you closely. "Hey, Floyd | wait just a minute! You ain't Little Red Riding Hood." Floyd | Floyd | The wolf leans casually on one elbow and watches you, chewing on his Floyd | toothpick. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "ask wolf about toothpick" | ||||
Floyd | The wolf snarls at you and chews on a toothpick. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf yawns widely enough for you to count all his teeth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "count teeth" | ||||
Floyd | "Huh?" The wolf raises an eyebrow. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "count teeth" | ||||
Floyd | "Huh?" The wolf raises an eyebrow. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says (to davidW), "He" | |||
| maga says, "opportunity for 69105 missed" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask wolf about little red riding hood" | ||||
Floyd | "Nice kid, yeah? Too bad about her grandma." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "kiss wolf" | ||||
Floyd | "The shy and retiring type, I see," leers the wolf, shifting the Floyd | toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf yawns widely enough for you to count all his teeth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask wolf about grandma" | ||||
Floyd | "Watch it," growls the wolf, "or you'll be talking to my lawyer." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ask wolf about wolf" | ||||
Floyd | The wolf snarls at you and chews on a toothpick. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf leans casually on one elbow and watches you, chewing on his Floyd | toothpick. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "wow" | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "kick wolf" | ||||
Floyd | "Oh, yeah?" sneers the wolf. "You and who else?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ask wolf about me" | ||||
Floyd | The wolf grins widely. "Sure thing. Just step over here where I can get Floyd | a better look at you," he coaxes. "Come on, don't be shy." Floyd | Floyd | "Listen up," warns the wolf. "In case you forgot, I get blamed for Floyd | everything around here. So watch it. I ain't takin' no rap for you." Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline asks (of olethros), "Wow?" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ask wolf about egg" | ||||
Floyd | "An egg? On a fence? Okay, okay, I'll bite." The wolf howls with Floyd | laughter. "Get it? I'll bite! Oh, man, that's a good one!" Floyd | Floyd | The wolf loiters in the area, keeping an eye on you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ride wolf" | ||||
Floyd | [ride -> side] Floyd | "Huh?" The wolf raises an eyebrow. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "eat wolf" | ||||
Floyd | "You got it bass ackwards, baby," growls the wolf. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf loiters in the area, keeping an eye on you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "wolf, eat me" | ||||
Floyd | "A smart aleck, huh?" The wolf eyes you curiously. "Better watch what Floyd | you ask for, kiddo. You might get it." Floyd | Floyd | The wolf yawns widely enough for you to count all his teeth. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "Let's move on." | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a bent spoon Floyd | a cracked porcelain dish Floyd | a picnic basket (which is open but empty) Floyd | a pot (which is closed) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x dish" | ||||
Floyd | It has blue forget-me-nots painted around the rim. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x basket" | ||||
Floyd | Woven from green and yellow straw, the picnic basket has seen better Floyd | days. One corner is dented, and the straw is ripped where a handle was Floyd | once attached. The picnic basket is empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "open pot" | ||||
Floyd | Using the spoon's handle, you break the seal between pot and lid. Ever Floyd | so cautiously, you lift the lid and peek into the pot but just then the Floyd | wolf lets out a blood-curdling howl, and you jerk your arm back Floyd | abruptly. The lid flies out of your grasp and rolls out of sight. Floyd | Floyd | Fortunately, you still have the pot. In it, you see some pease Floyd | porridge. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf grins at you as he twirls the toothpick in his mouth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x spoon" | ||||
Floyd | The spoon is slightly bent, as if it has been stepped on. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf grins at you as he twirls the toothpick in his mouth. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I think I've forgotten enough of this that I could probably play as well." | |||
| olethros asks, "pease? as in peasant?" | ||||
| maga says (to olethros), "archaic plural of 'peas'" | ||||
| Gunther says, "I hate the word 'pease'" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "eat porridge" | ||||
Floyd | Ecchhh! Nasty stuff. You decide to get rid of it before someone gets Floyd | sick. You look around for an inconspicuous spot, and hastily dump the Floyd | pease porridge. It soaks into the ground, but a shiny golden hairpin Floyd | remains! Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "woot" | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "take hairpin. chew on it." | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf grins at you as he twirls the toothpick in his mouth. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by two points.] Floyd | "Huh?" The wolf raises an eyebrow. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Country Lane Floyd | The footpath snaking down from the northeastern forest has widened here Floyd | into a country lane. Gravel crunches beneath your feet and a warm Floyd | breeze riffles your hair as you walk in the sun. Some distance to the Floyd | west, a few small cottages flock together like children telling Floyd | secrets. Smoke curls from the chimney of the cottage nearest to you. Floyd | Beyond the village, further west, a clock tower rises above the Floyd | surrounding roofs. Floyd | Floyd | > | nothings says (to Gunther), "oh PEASE, like you're all that yourself" | |||
| inky says, "hee hee" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Cottage Floyd | Blooming with color and fragrance, a tidy garden snuggles against the Floyd | stone cottage to the south. Ivy frames the whitewashed front door; Floyd | starched white curtains hang in a diamond-paned window. A faint path Floyd | forks southeast and southwest around the cottage, toward the back. To Floyd | the north, across the lane that runs through the village, a few small Floyd | cottages line the road. The clock tower looms further west, silhouetted Floyd | against the sky. Floyd | Floyd | Gradually, the steady, monotonous hum of machinery drifts into your Floyd | consciousness. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "four coffees hot / four coffees cold / four coffees in the pot / nine days old" | |||
| Gunther says (to nothings), "moist" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||||
Floyd | You hear the faint hum of machinery accompanied by a noise that Floyd | resembles the hypnotic clicking of train wheels on a track. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to maga), "heh" | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "kick door" | ||||
Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf sneaks up behind you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "unlock door with hairpin" | ||||
Floyd | Glancing furtively over your shoulder, you slip the hairpin into the Floyd | doorknob and jiggle it in the lock. Nothing happens. You twist and poke Floyd | and jab and prod, until finally something clicks into place. Aha! You Floyd | remove the hairpin, turn the knob ever so gently, and ease the cottage Floyd | door open. Floyd | Floyd | You're quite pleased with yourself, aren't you? Your mother, on the Floyd | other hand, would be ashamed of you. Floyd | Floyd | "I'll be right back," confides the wolf. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by two points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "scream" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Outside the Cottage Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Just like in the movies!" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "knock on door" | ||||
Floyd | You knock loudly on the cottage door, but no one answers. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf sneaks up behind you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "knock on door" | ||||
Floyd | You knock loudly on the cottage door, but no one answers. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "dangit, I thought that worked" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "knock knock" | ||||
Floyd | "You may not know this, but knock knock jokes are my specialty." The Floyd | wolf takes the toothpick out of his mouth and points it at you. "Watch. Floyd | I'll demonstrate." Floyd | Floyd | "Knock knock." | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "who's there" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | "Who's there?" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "who's there" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | "Venice." | inky says, "whoops" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "venice who" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | "Venice who?" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "venice who" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | "Venice somebody going to open the door?" | Taleslinger asks, "What the...?" | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "attack wolf with toothpick" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | "Whoa, baby!" The wolf slaps his thigh and guffaws. "Now, that's what I Floyd | call funny!" Floyd | Floyd | "I'm blowin' this joint," the wolf explains as he shoves his way past Floyd | you. "I got places to go, people to see, things to do." Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says (to maga,inky), "what is the deal with you guys" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Taleslinger), "It's a type of joke that's very common in English." | ||||
| maga says (to olethros), "inky always tells my jokes five seconds before I tell 'em, too" | ||||
| inky says, "ha ha" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "I know the type of joke, but I wouldn't have though of doing that in 10.000 years" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Ah, well, in this game they work." | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "unlock door with hairpin" | ||||
Floyd | (You don't need the golden hairpin when the door is open.) Floyd | The cottage door is already unlocked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "in" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Inside the Cottage Floyd | From the scrubbed oak floorboards to the comfy, upholstered furniture Floyd | gathered around the hearth, this feels like home. Floyd | Floyd | A wooden spinning wheel in the corner revolves madly, its treadle Floyd | pumping like a runner's chest after a long race. A skein of black yarn Floyd | is wound around the bobbin; one loose end of the yarn flaps Floyd | rhythmically with each rotation of the wheel. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a big, giant bag (in which is some soft wool), a Floyd | medium-sized bag (in which is some glossy wool) and a wee, little bag Floyd | (in which is some curly wool) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "I thought a yarn was a story..." | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "grab short and curlies" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "oh, hmm, maybe the door was already unlocked" | |||
| olethros says, "a story is like yarn which unspools" | ||||
| HairBrain asks, "So why does it rattle when it's good?" | ||||
| maga says, "cf. the Norns" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to maga), "har" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x wheel" | ||||
Floyd | What's this? You find a sliding panel and a toggle switch on the Floyd | underside of the spinning wheel's frame. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "spin yarn" | ||||
Floyd | [spin -> pin] Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "turn off wheel" | ||||
Floyd | You flip the toggle switch to the OFF position, and the spinning wheel Floyd | slows to a stop. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf is back again, hanging around. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf leans casually on one elbow and watches you, chewing on his Floyd | toothpick. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x panel" | ||||
Floyd | The panel is made from the same wood as the spinning wheel and is flush Floyd | with the frame. It's closed, and you can barely see the thin, Floyd | rectangular outline of its shape. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "open panel" | ||||
Floyd | The panel slides open to reveal a battery. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x battery" | ||||
Floyd | The battery is black and red and heavy, with two snap fasteners at one Floyd | end to hold it firmly in place inside the compartment. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf loiters in the area, keeping an eye on you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Man, he's reminding me of the Lean and Hungry Gentleman." | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "knock, knock" | ||||
Floyd | "Can't get enough of 'em, eh?" winks the wolf. "OK, here's one you may Floyd | have heard before, but I still like it." Floyd | Floyd | "Knock knock." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "who's there?" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | "Who's there?" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "who's there" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | "Wendy." | Jacqueline says (to TS), "You go." | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "wendy who?" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | "Wendy who?" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "wendy who?" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | "Wendy wind blows, the cradle will rock." | Jacqueline says, "groan" | |||
| Taleslinger says, "It's some sort of builtin hint system, methinks." | ||||
| olethros says, "mm" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | "Get it?" snickers the wolf, poking you in the side with an elbow. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "no" | ||||
Floyd | "Huh?" The wolf raises an eyebrow. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "no" | ||||
Floyd | "Huh?" The wolf raises an eyebrow. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf loiters in the area, keeping an eye on you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take battery" | ||||
Floyd | Carefully, you lift the battery from its compartment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Inside the Cottage Floyd | From the scrubbed oak floorboards to the comfy, upholstered furniture Floyd | gathered around the hearth, this feels like home. Floyd | Floyd | A wooden spinning wheel sits quietly nearby. Its bobbin holds some Floyd | black yarn. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a wolf, a big, giant bag (in which is some soft wool), Floyd | a medium-sized bag (in which is some glossy wool) and a wee, little bag Floyd | (in which is some curly wool) here. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf leaves after a quick reconnaissance. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take all" | ||||
Floyd | spinning wheel: The spinning wheel is too heavy and awkward to carry, Floyd | but you might be able to push it somewhere. Floyd | big, giant bag: You're already in trouble; one more misdeed won't make Floyd | any difference. You pick up the big, giant bag and sling it over your Floyd | shoulder. Floyd | medium-sized bag: Your mother won't be happy about this. When the time Floyd | comes--and it WILL come, you're certain--you'll just have to talk fast Floyd | and hope for the best. Floyd | wee, little bag: You can't juggle three bags full and everything else, Floyd | too. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Uh-oh, I'm being naughty" | |||
| maga says, "oh joy inventory puzzles" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | You have so far scored 4 out of a possible 50, in 62 turns, earning you Floyd | the same level of respect as the spider who invited itself to dinner Floyd | with Miss Muffet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Inside the Cottage Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a medium-sized bag (which is open) Floyd | some glossy wool Floyd | a big, giant bag (which is open) Floyd | some soft wool Floyd | a battery Floyd | a golden hairpin Floyd | a bent spoon Floyd | a cracked porcelain dish Floyd | a picnic basket (which is open but empty) Floyd | a pot (which is open but empty) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Inside the Cottage Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | [Can't "undo" twice in succession. Sorry!] Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Bah" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "So, we're naughty now." | ||||
| olethros says, "make some gloves" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Inside the Cottage Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "I have no idea what we are trying to d" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "sit. spin." | Jacqueline says, "What's that? Some secret Floyd command." | |||
Floyd | [spin -> pin] Floyd | I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros asks, "the basket is like a sack, right?" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to olethros), "I think we're just exploring." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Sort of - it's a hard, woven container." | ||||
| olethros says, "the spoon is, sadly, already bent" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "I don't think I'm getting the hang of this game." | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "Maybe we have to bent - not the spoon." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Let's explore some more." | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Inside the Cottage Floyd | From the scrubbed oak floorboards to the comfy, upholstered furniture Floyd | gathered around the hearth, this feels like home. Floyd | Floyd | A wooden spinning wheel sits quietly nearby. Its bobbin holds some Floyd | black yarn. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a big, giant bag (in which is some soft wool), a Floyd | medium-sized bag (in which is some glossy wool) and a wee, little bag Floyd | (in which is some curly wool) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Cottage Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "verbose" | ||||
Floyd | MOTHER LOOSE is now in its "verbose" mode, which always gives long Floyd | descriptions of locations (even if you've been there before). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Cottage Floyd | Blooming with color and fragrance, a tidy garden snuggles against the Floyd | stone cottage to the south. Ivy frames the whitewashed front door; Floyd | starched white curtains hang in a diamond-paned window. A faint path Floyd | forks southeast and southwest around the cottage, toward the back. To Floyd | the north, across the lane that runs through the village, a few small Floyd | cottages line the road. The clock tower looms further west, silhouetted Floyd | against the sky. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Bungalow Floyd | A cheery pink bungalow with gingerbread trim and a yellow painted door Floyd | nestles behind the picket fence to the south. Grass covers the yard Floyd | from corner to corner, except at the edges, where flowers dance with Floyd | the fence. Circling the bungalow to the southeast and southwest, a Floyd | faint path leads around the back. To the north, a few small homes peer Floyd | across the lane, which has narrowed, but still runs east to west at Floyd | this end of the village. The clock tower dominates the skyline to the Floyd | west. Floyd | Floyd | A white rectangle in the middle of the bright yellow door catches your Floyd | eye. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, ";we obviously haev to put the little bag inside the medium bag inside the huge bag" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x rectangle" | ||||
Floyd | The placard is hand lettered on sturdy white posterboard. It reads: Floyd | Floyd | No Solicitors Floyd | Floyd | All others, please knock knock Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "knock knock" | ||||
Floyd | "Who's there?" a voice inquires from inside the bungalow. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "boo" | Jacqueline says, "Oh wait - I remember this bit now." | |||
Floyd | The door opens a crack. "Boo who?" | olethros says, "if only for the sake of seeing if we can do it the other way around" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "you don't have to cry" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Before you can reply, the bungalow door slams open and a voice shouts: Floyd | "Don't cry; it's just a joke!" Floyd | Floyd | Then a whirlwind--no, it's a little girl--hurtles through the door and Floyd | almost collides with you. "I just love knock knock jokes, don't you?" Floyd | she giggles, clapping her hands and pirouetting in place. "I'm Mary. Floyd | Who are you?" Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by three points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline shuts up and stops playing. | |||
| maga asks (of inky), "did you play this before, or was that an inspired guess?" | ||||
| maga says, "I suppose that's the oldest knock knock book in existence" | ||||
| inky says, "sorry, yeah, this was the only part of the game I remembered" | ||||
| maga says, "s/book/joke" | ||||
| inky says, "I believe it recognizes a number of them" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "She is my quite possibly my favorite IF character ever." | ||||
| maga says (to Jacq), "I WONDER WHY" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "snrk. Whaddaya mean?" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "tell mary about me" | ||||
Floyd | "I'm glad I have someone to play with now," Mary giggles. Floyd | Floyd | > | (from Taleslinger) Jacqueline says, "Knock, knock." | |||
| olethros says, "oh, so you just have to repeat any of the wolf jokes" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "ask mary about wolf" | ||||
Floyd | "He's pretty good with knock knock jokes," Mary concedes, "but I'm Floyd | better." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ask mary about mary" | ||||
Floyd | "Nope, sorry; can't help you with that," Mary apologizes. Floyd | Floyd | "That's not yours, is it?" Mary asks, pointing to the hairpin. "It Floyd | looks just like the one my friend lost last week. Want me to return Floyd | it?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||||
Floyd | "Thanks," Mary says, taking the hairpin. "My friend will be glad to get Floyd | this back." She shoves the hairpin into a pocket of her jeans. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by two points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "... whirlwind girl" | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x mary" | ||||
Floyd | She's barefoot, wearing faded jeans and a red sweatshirt with the Floyd | initials "NRU" emblazoned across the front. Her short, pigtail braids Floyd | stick out from her head like two antennae; her face and hair show Floyd | traces of strawberry jam and toast, recently eaten. Two of her front Floyd | teeth are missing. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros says, "!HEY!" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "ask mary about nru" | ||||
Floyd | Mary looks down at the front of her sweatshirt. "Good ol' Nursery Rhyme Floyd | U. I graduated with honors." Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "figures" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ask mary about jam" | ||||
Floyd | [jam -> am] Floyd | "Nope, sorry; can't help you with that," Mary apologizes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ask mary about teeth" | ||||
Floyd | "One of 'em is loose, see?" Mary demonstrates by wiggling the tooth Floyd | with her thumb and finger. "I called the Tooth Fairy and told her to Floyd | get ready. Should be any day now." Floyd | Floyd | A slight movement attracts your attention. It's that wolf again. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf leans casually on one elbow and watches you, chewing on his Floyd | toothpick. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ask mary about egg" | ||||
Floyd | "Is he stuck again?" she asks. Floyd | Floyd | Throwing herself into a handstand, Mary announces from upside down: "My Floyd | mom says Mr. Dumpty blames himself for what happened to Mother Loose. Floyd | She says it wasn't his fault, so he shouldn't feel bad, but I would, Floyd | wouldn't you? Feel bad, I mean." Mary's feet land with a thud, and she Floyd | stands right side up again. "My mom says if nobody finds Mother Loose, Floyd | Mr. Dumpty might do something drastic." Floyd | Floyd | "Oh!" Mary looks worried. "You'd better get him down off that fence Floyd | quick." Floyd | Floyd | The wolf exits, stage left. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "ask mary about loose" | ||||
Floyd | "Mother Loose disappeared a couple of days ago," Mary answers, her Floyd | attention wandering to the ground at her feet. She stoops, holding her Floyd | finger near a blade of grass, encouraging a ladybug to crawl onto her Floyd | hand. Floyd | Floyd | "Heads up!" shouts the wolf in your ear. "Ha, ha, made you look!" Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "oh yeah, I forgot we had the motivation about the egg" | |||
| inky says, "we should find a ladder or something" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "ask mary about wool" | ||||
Floyd | "Nope, sorry; can't help you with that," Mary apologizes. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf leans casually on one elbow and watches you, chewing on his Floyd | toothpick. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "hmm, maybe it can jump onto the wool" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ask wolf about mary" | ||||
Floyd | "Who?" The wolf sniffs haughtily. "Oh, you mean Miss Smarty Pants? She Floyd | thinks she knows all the best knock knock jokes, but I got news for Floyd | her. I been practicing." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gunther says (to Floyd), "wolf, mary mary quite contrary" | ||||
Floyd | [quite -> quit] Floyd | "I didn't quite catch your drift," shrugs the wolf. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ask mary about garden" | ||||
Floyd | "My friend designed all the gardens around here; didn't she do a nice Floyd | job? Her name is Mary too," she explains. "We went to school together, Floyd | but she majored in horticulture, and I majored in knock knock jokes. Floyd | Sometimes she can be very contrary. My mom says she has a green thumb, Floyd | but it looks normal to me." Floyd | Floyd | The wolf grins at you as he twirls the toothpick in his mouth. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "How can you not adore Mary? How? It is impossible." | |||
| Taleslinger says, "I don't get half of this. It's the nursery rhyme thing, I guess." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks (of Taleslinger), "Are Mother Goose rhymes translated into German?" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "mary, kiss wolf" | ||||
Floyd | Mary has better things to do. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf leans casually on one elbow and watches you, chewing on his Floyd | toothpick. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I would have assumed that they had been. They're very, very commonly known in English." | |||
| Taleslinger says, "I think not, I'm not sure. We have our own nursery rhymes." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "But then, poetry is hard to translate." | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "The one about the spider and the drain, I know. All the others mentioned so far..." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Hm, I hadn't considered that when picking this game for this week. Sorry 'bout that. A lot of the puzzles will work without knowing the rhymes, but you won't get all the jokes." | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Bungalow Floyd | A cheery pink bungalow with gingerbread trim and a yellow painted door Floyd | nestles behind the picket fence to the south. Grass covers the yard Floyd | from corner to corner, except at the edges, where flowers dance with Floyd | the fence. Circling the bungalow to the southeast and southwest, a Floyd | faint path leads around the back. To the north, a few small homes peer Floyd | across the lane, which has narrowed, but still runs east to west at Floyd | this end of the village. The clock tower dominates the skyline to the Floyd | west. Floyd | Floyd | Mary is here. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a wolf here. Floyd | Floyd | "I'm blowin' this joint," the wolf explains as he shoves his way past Floyd | you. "I got places to go, people to see, things to do." Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "Nevermind. I'm used to that. And It'll broaden my knowledge, so." | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Mary follows you around the corner of the house. Floyd | Floyd | Meadow Behind the Bungalow Floyd | Grass surrounds you, acres of it, spreading across the countryside as Floyd | far as you can see. A ribbon of flattened grass curves eastward, and Floyd | another, not quite as fresh, circles the bungalow, branching northeast Floyd | and northwest. A grass-covered hill to the southwest shimmers under the Floyd | sun's heat; waves of green-gold grass ripple toward the crest of the Floyd | hill, racing the wind to the top. Floyd | Floyd | Mary is here. Floyd | Floyd | A wooden ladder lies half-hidden in the grass next to the bungalow. Floyd | Floyd | A cuddly lamb prances about, seemingly unaware of your presence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "take ladder" | ||||
Floyd | "You shouldn't touch things that don't belong to you," Mary remarks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "mary, shut up" | ||||
Floyd | Mary has better things to do. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask mary about ladder" | ||||
Floyd | "Sure, go ahead and borrow it. But please return it when you're Floyd | finished, okay? Leave it in the back, if you don't mind." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ask mary about lamb" | ||||
Floyd | "I don't know what's wrong with Bernice these days," a puzzled Mary Floyd | worries. "She used to follow me everywhere, but lately her attitude has Floyd | been horrible. I think she's got a crush on that ram down the street, Floyd | Horace. He's a bad influence." Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to TS), "All you gotta do is be nice." | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask mary about horace" | ||||
Floyd | "My mom says Horace has an irresistible aura of danger and violence Floyd | that's very attractive to women," Mary groans, rolling her eyes. Floyd | "Bernice has it bad, all right; just look at her: she's hopelessly Floyd | infatuated. I was hoping Mother Loose could give me some advice, but Floyd | that's out of the question now." Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "And that is my favorite line of the game." | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get ladder" | ||||
Floyd | The ladder is too heavy and awkward to carry while you're holding Floyd | anything else. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "ha ha" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a battery Floyd | a bent spoon Floyd | a cracked porcelain dish Floyd | a picnic basket (which is open but empty) Floyd | a pot (which is open but empty) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "drop all" | ||||
Floyd | battery: Dropped. Floyd | bent spoon: Dropped. Floyd | cracked porcelain dish: Dropped. Floyd | picnic basket: Dropped. Floyd | pot: Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get ladder" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf sneaks up behind you. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by three points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get basket" | ||||
Floyd | (first setting aside the ladder) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Meadow Behind the Bungalow Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "goddamn inventory puzzles" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "hit wolf with ladder" | ||||
Floyd | "Oh, yeah?" sneers the wolf. "You and who else?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "mary" | ||||
Floyd | "Huh?" The wolf raises an eyebrow. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to maga), "Well, this one's not unreasonable." | |||
| inky asks, "is this a puzzle or just a simulation?" | ||||
| inky says, "anyway, someone who remembers where the egg is, walk us back" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Meadow Behind the Bungalow Floyd | Grass surrounds you, acres of it, spreading across the countryside as Floyd | far as you can see. A ribbon of flattened grass curves eastward, and Floyd | another, not quite as fresh, circles the bungalow, branching northeast Floyd | and northwest. A grass-covered hill to the southwest shimmers under the Floyd | sun's heat; waves of green-gold grass ripple toward the crest of the Floyd | hill, racing the wind to the top. Floyd | Floyd | Mary is here. Floyd | Floyd | A cuddly lamb prances about, seemingly unaware of the wolf's sinister Floyd | presence. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a wolf, a pot (which is empty), a picnic basket (which Floyd | is empty), a cracked porcelain dish, a bent spoon and a battery here. Floyd | Floyd | "I'm outta here," the wolf announces loudly. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Yeah, it's just a simulation." | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | "Bye!" Mary waves. "See you later!" Floyd | Floyd | Hilltop Floyd | Grass sweeps up the hill like a brushfire, growing taller and thicker Floyd | as it approaches the top where you brace yourself against the wind. You Floyd | can see everything from up here: the forest, the village, even the Floyd | fence where you first met the egg. The schoolhouse and its clock tower Floyd | lie to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A crumbling brick well sits at the very top of the hill, almost hidden Floyd | in a nest of grass. It's the simplest of designs--no cute roof, no Floyd | crank, no rope or bucket--just a simple, brick cylinder in the ground. Floyd | The cover, if it ever had one, is gone. From deep within the well's Floyd | depths, you hear faint scratching noises interspersed with pathetic Floyd | mewing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger exclaims, "Aaaaaaaah a trapped Kitty! Save it!" | |||
| inky says, "FOCUS ON THE EGG" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Schoolyard Floyd | Both the playground and its adjacent schoolhouse to the south lie Floyd | vacant and deserted. The bare, hard-packed rectangle of earth, despite Floyd | a few faint chalk marks, shows no evidence that children may have once Floyd | played here--or might ever play here again. Floyd | Floyd | The lane ends its westward progress at the schoolhouse door. At the Floyd | southern end of the school, a magnificent stone steeple towers above Floyd | the village roofs. To see the clock from where you now stand, you must Floyd | tilt your head back and point your chin at the sky. To the southeast, a Floyd | gentle slope leads to a hilltop covered with wild grass. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "hahaha" | |||
| maga says, "ha ha ha" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to inky), "you soulless, zork-type object snatching sociopath" | ||||
| maga asks, "inky, did you get us lost?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I'm not sure what's funnier, the game or you two." | ||||
| inky says, "uh, I often do" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Hilltop Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline | inky says, "anyway, someone who remembers where the egg is, walk us back" | |||
| inky says, "but in real life I can't just undo" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "look in well" | ||||
Floyd | You lean far over the well's edge, peering down into darkness. Floyd | Suddenly, a shadow at the bottom leaps up and scrabbles frantically at Floyd | the brick sides, howling wretchedly and sending chills up your spine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "Maybe not a kitten...Let's focus on the egg." | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Hilltop Floyd | Grass sweeps up the hill like a brushfire, growing taller and thicker Floyd | as it approaches the top where you brace yourself against the wind. You Floyd | can see everything from up here: the forest, the village, even the Floyd | fence where you first met the egg. The schoolhouse and its clock tower Floyd | lie to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A crumbling brick well sits at the very top of the hill, almost hidden Floyd | in a nest of grass. It's the simplest of designs--no cute roof, no Floyd | crank, no rope or bucket--just a simple, brick cylinder in the ground. Floyd | The cover, if it ever had one, is gone. From deep within the well's Floyd | depths, you hear faint scratching noises interspersed with pathetic Floyd | mewing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x fence" | ||||
Floyd | You're too far away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "put ladder in well" | ||||
Floyd | You lower the ladder into the well. It drops a few feet and hits Floyd | bottom, but you can still reach in and touch it. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says (to TS), "there's a nursery rhyme that begins 'Ding dong dell / kitty's in the well'" | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "down" | ||||
Floyd | You sling one leg over the ledge before you remember several television Floyd | news reports in which children fell into wells and had to be rescued by Floyd | the fire department. Maybe it's not such a good idea after all. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "most nursery rhymes are about horrible suffering of one kind or another" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "climb ladder" | ||||
Floyd | You sling one leg over the ledge before you remember several television Floyd | news reports in which children fell into wells and had to be rescued by Floyd | the fire department. Maybe it's not such a good idea after all. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "climb down letter" | ||||
Floyd | [letter -> litter] Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "but but" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "hahaha - news reports about children in wells" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "kitty, climb ladder" | ||||
Floyd | The only answer is a faint, faraway meow. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "kitty, meow" | ||||
Floyd | The only answer is a faint, faraway meow. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x ladder" | ||||
Floyd | It's a perfectly normal wooden ladder: two parallel slats connected by Floyd | twenty or so wooden rungs inserted at regular intervals about nine or Floyd | ten inches apart. The rungs do seem a little close together, but Floyd | perhaps that's because this ladder was made especially for short Floyd | people. After all, who would be more likely to use a ladder? Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "the ladder/well interaction may be a red herring" | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "take letter" | ||||
Floyd | [letter -> litter] Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "take ladder" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Hm, seems like this should be an alternate solution - and this game is full of those - but perhaps this isn't one of them." | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "down" | ||||
Floyd | You sling one leg over the ledge before you remember several television Floyd | news reports in which children fell into wells and had to be rescued by Floyd | the fire department. Maybe it's not such a good idea after all. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "It's the same message...That sucks. Especially as the ladder is lowerable into the well. (Can you say lowerable?)" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Hilltop Floyd | Grass sweeps up the hill like a brushfire, growing taller and thicker Floyd | as it approaches the top where you brace yourself against the wind. You Floyd | can see everything from up here: the forest, the village, even the Floyd | fence where you first met the egg. The schoolhouse and its clock tower Floyd | lie to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A crumbling brick well sits at the very top of the hill, almost hidden Floyd | in a nest of grass. It's the simplest of designs--no cute roof, no Floyd | crank, no rope or bucket--just a simple, brick cylinder in the ground. Floyd | The cover, if it ever had one, is gone. From deep within the well's Floyd | depths, you hear faint scratching noises interspersed with pathetic Floyd | mewing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You can only go northeast or northwest. Floyd | Floyd | "Hey, what are you doing?" demands the wolf suspiciously. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf yawns widely enough for you to count all his teeth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "wolf, down" | ||||
Floyd | "Huh?" The wolf raises an eyebrow. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "wolf, look in well" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ask wolf about kitty" | ||||
Floyd | "So?" shrugs the wolf. "You want I should do something about it?" Floyd | Floyd | The wolf leaves after a quick reconnaissance. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to TS), "Yep, lowerable is a word, albeit an awkward one." | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Meadow Behind the Bungalow Floyd | Grass surrounds you, acres of it, spreading across the countryside as Floyd | far as you can see. A ribbon of flattened grass curves eastward, and Floyd | another, not quite as fresh, circles the bungalow, branching northeast Floyd | and northwest. A grass-covered hill to the southwest shimmers under the Floyd | sun's heat; waves of green-gold grass ripple toward the crest of the Floyd | hill, racing the wind to the top. Floyd | Floyd | Mary is here. Floyd | Floyd | A cuddly lamb prances about, seemingly unaware of your presence. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a pot (which is empty), a picnic basket (which is Floyd | empty), a cracked porcelain dish, a bent spoon and a battery here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros has disconnected. | ||||
| olethros has connected. | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "ask mary about kitty" | ||||
| Gunther hoes gnome. | ||||
Floyd | "Poor thing," she sympathizes. "I hope it doesn't get eaten by a Floyd | troll." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "ask mary about troll" | ||||
Floyd | "Trolls live under bridges, I think, but we don't have any. Bridges, I Floyd | mean. If I were a troll, I'd hide in the well and scare people who Floyd | stick their heads in." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Mary tags along behind you. Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Bungalow Floyd | A cheery pink bungalow with gingerbread trim and a yellow painted door Floyd | nestles behind the picket fence to the south. Grass covers the yard Floyd | from corner to corner, except at the edges, where flowers dance with Floyd | the fence. Circling the bungalow to the southeast and southwest, a Floyd | faint path leads around the back. To the north, a few small homes peer Floyd | across the lane, which has narrowed, but still runs east to west at Floyd | this end of the village. The clock tower dominates the skyline to the Floyd | west. Floyd | Floyd | Mary is here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | "Bye!" Mary waves. "See you later!" Floyd | Floyd | Schoolyard Floyd | Both the playground and its adjacent schoolhouse to the south lie Floyd | vacant and deserted. The bare, hard-packed rectangle of earth, despite Floyd | a few faint chalk marks, shows no evidence that children may have once Floyd | played here--or might ever play here again. Floyd | Floyd | The lane ends its westward progress at the schoolhouse door. At the Floyd | southern end of the school, a magnificent stone steeple towers above Floyd | the village roofs. To see the clock from where you now stand, you must Floyd | tilt your head back and point your chin at the sky. To the southeast, a Floyd | gentle slope leads to a hilltop covered with wild grass. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Bungalow Floyd | A cheery pink bungalow with gingerbread trim and a yellow painted door Floyd | nestles behind the picket fence to the south. Grass covers the yard Floyd | from corner to corner, except at the edges, where flowers dance with Floyd | the fence. Circling the bungalow to the southeast and southwest, a Floyd | faint path leads around the back. To the north, a few small homes peer Floyd | across the lane, which has narrowed, but still runs east to west at Floyd | this end of the village. The clock tower dominates the skyline to the Floyd | west. Floyd | Floyd | Mary is here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | "Bye!" Mary waves. "See you later!" Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Cottage Floyd | Blooming with color and fragrance, a tidy garden snuggles against the Floyd | stone cottage to the south. Ivy frames the whitewashed front door; Floyd | starched white curtains hang in a diamond-paned window. A faint path Floyd | forks southeast and southwest around the cottage, toward the back. To Floyd | the north, across the lane that runs through the village, a few small Floyd | cottages line the road. The clock tower looms further west, silhouetted Floyd | against the sky. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf sneaks up behind you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You're not supposed to cross the street by yourself. Memories of the Floyd | last time you tried it and got caught prevent you from attempting it Floyd | now. You can only go south, east, west, southeast, southwest or in. Floyd | Floyd | "Listen up," warns the wolf. "In case you forgot, I get blamed for Floyd | everything around here. So watch it. I ain't takin' no rap for you." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | The ladder is too big and awkward to carry through the door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Country Lane Floyd | The footpath snaking down from the northeastern forest has widened here Floyd | into a country lane. Gravel crunches beneath your feet and a warm Floyd | breeze riffles your hair as you walk in the sun. Some distance to the Floyd | west, a few small cottages flock together like children telling Floyd | secrets. Smoke curls from the chimney of the cottage nearest to you. Floyd | Beyond the village, further west, a clock tower rises above the Floyd | surrounding roofs. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "grr unlisted exits" | |||
| maga says, "I suppose we're meant to be mapping" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Deep Forest Floyd | Wet branches slap your face, their icy needles stinging. Dense Floyd | underbrush creeps in from all sides. With each step, mud oozes into Floyd | your shoes. Insects drop from above and crawl through your hair; Floyd | knuckles scrape against rough bark. The path hooks from south to Floyd | southwest here, slithering between the trees like a snake. Faint Floyd | rustling sounds catch your ear, but when you turn to look, all is still Floyd | and quiet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Forest Floyd | The sun has disappeared. Only a narrow north-south passage winds Floyd | through the forest here; trees and gnarled undergrowth barricade all Floyd | other exits. Chill air seeps up from the ground and coils around your Floyd | body, reaching down your neck with insistent, clammy fingers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Rickety Fence Floyd | The ramshackle wooden fence in front of you seems to lurch from one Floyd | horizon to the other. Although it hasn't fallen over yet, it threatens Floyd | to at any moment, and if that egg isn't careful... Floyd | Floyd | The footpath running along the fence veers sharply north. Floyd | Floyd | The egg flicks an invisible piece of lint off his shirt. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Well, the game has a compass at the top." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Just not on Floyd, iirc." | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "put ladder against fence" | ||||
Floyd | You lean the ladder against the fence and stand back, not quite sure Floyd | what to do next. However, the egg, surprisingly nimble for such an Floyd | awkward-looking creature, turns himself around and climbs down rapidly, Floyd | obviously accustomed to this sort of rescue service. Once down, he Floyd | grabs your hand and shakes it vigorously. "Thank you, thank you so Floyd | much," the egg exclaims again and again. "Really, I can't thank you Floyd | enough." Floyd | Floyd | Finally, his gratitude properly expressed, the egg waddles away, Floyd | turning to wave goodbye one last time before he disappears completely. Floyd | "You saved my life!" he shouts. "I won't forget you!" Floyd | Floyd | You notice a familiar-looking wolf lurking in the vicinity. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by five points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | You have so far scored 17 out of a possible 50, in 126 turns, earning Floyd | you the same level of respect as Mother Hubbard's neglected dog. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "hooray" | |||
| inky says, "ha ha" | ||||
| inky says, "at least it's throwing us a bone" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "hooray!" | ||||
| maga asks, "so, what's next? kitty?" | ||||
| maga says, "we could try some arrangement with the picnic basket" | ||||
| Taleslinger exclaims, "Kitty!" | ||||
| maga says, "maybe lower it down on some yarn" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to inky), "Also, fwiw, I think you could have had him jump down on the bags, like you suggested." | ||||
| Taleslinger asks, "But maybe the Kitty is a Troll, posing as a Kitty?" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Forest Floyd | The sun has disappeared. Only a narrow north-south passage winds Floyd | through the forest here; trees and gnarled undergrowth barricade all Floyd | other exits. Chill air seeps up from the ground and coils around your Floyd | body, reaching down your neck with insistent, clammy fingers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Deep Forest Floyd | Wet branches slap your face, their icy needles stinging. Dense Floyd | underbrush creeps in from all sides. With each step, mud oozes into Floyd | your shoes. Insects drop from above and crawl through your hair; Floyd | knuckles scrape against rough bark. The path hooks from south to Floyd | southwest here, slithering between the trees like a snake. Faint Floyd | rustling sounds catch your ear, but when you turn to look, all is still Floyd | and quiet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Country Lane Floyd | The footpath snaking down from the northeastern forest has widened here Floyd | into a country lane. Gravel crunches beneath your feet and a warm Floyd | breeze riffles your hair as you walk in the sun. Some distance to the Floyd | west, a few small cottages flock together like children telling Floyd | secrets. Smoke curls from the chimney of the cottage nearest to you. Floyd | Beyond the village, further west, a clock tower rises above the Floyd | surrounding roofs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Cottage Floyd | Blooming with color and fragrance, a tidy garden snuggles against the Floyd | stone cottage to the south. Ivy frames the whitewashed front door; Floyd | starched white curtains hang in a diamond-paned window. A faint path Floyd | forks southeast and southwest around the cottage, toward the back. To Floyd | the north, across the lane that runs through the village, a few small Floyd | cottages line the road. The clock tower looms further west, silhouetted Floyd | against the sky. Floyd | Floyd | "Surprise!" The wolf jumps out in front of you. "Gotcha that time, Floyd | didn't I?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Bungalow Floyd | A cheery pink bungalow with gingerbread trim and a yellow painted door Floyd | nestles behind the picket fence to the south. Grass covers the yard Floyd | from corner to corner, except at the edges, where flowers dance with Floyd | the fence. Circling the bungalow to the southeast and southwest, a Floyd | faint path leads around the back. To the north, a few small homes peer Floyd | across the lane, which has narrowed, but still runs east to west at Floyd | this end of the village. The clock tower dominates the skyline to the Floyd | west. Floyd | Floyd | Mary is here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | "Bye!" Mary waves. "See you later!" Floyd | Floyd | Schoolyard Floyd | Both the playground and its adjacent schoolhouse to the south lie Floyd | vacant and deserted. The bare, hard-packed rectangle of earth, despite Floyd | a few faint chalk marks, shows no evidence that children may have once Floyd | played here--or might ever play here again. Floyd | Floyd | The lane ends its westward progress at the schoolhouse door. At the Floyd | southern end of the school, a magnificent stone steeple towers above Floyd | the village roofs. To see the clock from where you now stand, you must Floyd | tilt your head back and point your chin at the sky. To the southeast, a Floyd | gentle slope leads to a hilltop covered with wild grass. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x clock" | ||||
Floyd | At the far west end of the lane, a massive square stone tower juts into Floyd | the sky, overlooking the entire village. Near its top, a circular Floyd | clockface announces the time. Currently, the little hand, which isn't Floyd | so little, being at least as tall as you, points to the one, while the Floyd | big hand points to the twelve: it's one o'clock. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||||
Floyd | The schoolhouse door is solid oak. It's open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "in" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Inside the School Floyd | The abandoned schoolroom lacks not only pupils, but also books and Floyd | pencils and chalk and paper and any other hint that someone might show Floyd | up for school tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the next. Rows of empty Floyd | desks and chairs face the teacher's desk at the front of the room as if Floyd | waiting expectantly for the day's lesson. The door to the north leads Floyd | back out to the empty schoolyard. Stairs to the south lead up into Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Hickory dickory clock" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Clock Tower Stairs Floyd | Dimly lit stairs lead up toward darkness and down into the schoolroom Floyd | below. Each step sings a different tune for you: one groans mournfully Floyd | the instant you put your weight on it; the next squeaks in protest just Floyd | as you step off. At the top of the stairs, a heavy, solid door stands Floyd | firmly closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "up" | ||||
Floyd | You can't, since the clock tower door is in the way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | It seems to be locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||||
Floyd | A thick, heavy door to the south blocks your way. Pale yellow light Floyd | shines through a narrow crack at the bottom, like butter melting on the Floyd | dark floor. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, through the closed door, you hear something ticking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||||
Floyd | A thick, heavy door to the south blocks your way. Pale yellow light Floyd | shines through a narrow crack at the bottom, like butter melting on the Floyd | dark floor. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, through the closed door, you hear something ticking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x keyhole" | ||||
Floyd | There's a keyhole in the doorknob. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, through the closed door, you hear something ticking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "look in keyhole" | ||||
Floyd | You peer through the keyhole but can't see anything. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, through the closed door, you hear something ticking. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "hoo boy" | |||
| maga asks, "where's the newspaper?" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||||
Floyd | Faintly, through the closed door, you hear something ticking. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf is back again, hanging around. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf loiters in the area, keeping an eye on you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "ask wolf about door" | ||||
Floyd | The wolf snarls at you and chews on a toothpick. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, through the closed door, you hear something ticking. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf loiters in the area, keeping an eye on you. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "I guess I dropped all our inventory for the ladder" | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "knock on door" | ||||
Floyd | You hear an answering knock, faster and more urgent than your own. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, through the closed door, you hear something ticking. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf grins at you as he twirls the toothpick in his mouth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | You hear an answering knock, faster and more urgent than your own. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, through the closed door, you hear something ticking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "talk to door" | ||||
Floyd | You can only do that to something animate. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger asks, "is this another rhyme?" | |||
| maga says, "if so, it's not quite obvious which" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I think a clock at one o'clock is Hickory Dickory Dock." | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "we should get back to get our inventory" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to DW), "Yes." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Hickory Dickory Dock, the mouse ran up the clock." | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "While you go for the inventory, I'll wiki it :-)" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "That's all the hint I'm giving." | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Inside the School Floyd | The abandoned schoolroom lacks not only pupils, but also books and Floyd | pencils and chalk and paper and any other hint that someone might show Floyd | up for school tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the next. Rows of empty Floyd | desks and chairs face the teacher's desk at the front of the room as if Floyd | waiting expectantly for the day's lesson. The door to the north leads Floyd | back out to the empty schoolyard. Stairs to the south lead up into Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Schoolyard Floyd | Both the playground and its adjacent schoolhouse to the south lie Floyd | vacant and deserted. The bare, hard-packed rectangle of earth, despite Floyd | a few faint chalk marks, shows no evidence that children may have once Floyd | played here--or might ever play here again. Floyd | Floyd | The lane ends its westward progress at the schoolhouse door. At the Floyd | southern end of the school, a magnificent stone steeple towers above Floyd | the village roofs. To see the clock from where you now stand, you must Floyd | tilt your head back and point your chin at the sky. To the southeast, a Floyd | gentle slope leads to a hilltop covered with wild grass. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "if there is a mouse, we have to get THE KITTY first," | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Bungalow Floyd | A cheery pink bungalow with gingerbread trim and a yellow painted door Floyd | nestles behind the picket fence to the south. Grass covers the yard Floyd | from corner to corner, except at the edges, where flowers dance with Floyd | the fence. Circling the bungalow to the southeast and southwest, a Floyd | faint path leads around the back. To the north, a few small homes peer Floyd | across the lane, which has narrowed, but still runs east to west at Floyd | this end of the village. The clock tower dominates the skyline to the Floyd | west. Floyd | Floyd | Mary is here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | "Bye!" Mary waves. "See you later!" Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Cottage Floyd | Blooming with color and fragrance, a tidy garden snuggles against the Floyd | stone cottage to the south. Ivy frames the whitewashed front door; Floyd | starched white curtains hang in a diamond-paned window. A faint path Floyd | forks southeast and southwest around the cottage, toward the back. To Floyd | the north, across the lane that runs through the village, a few small Floyd | cottages line the road. The clock tower looms further west, silhouetted Floyd | against the sky. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Bungalow Floyd | A cheery pink bungalow with gingerbread trim and a yellow painted door Floyd | nestles behind the picket fence to the south. Grass covers the yard Floyd | from corner to corner, except at the edges, where flowers dance with Floyd | the fence. Circling the bungalow to the southeast and southwest, a Floyd | faint path leads around the back. To the north, a few small homes peer Floyd | across the lane, which has narrowed, but still runs east to west at Floyd | this end of the village. The clock tower dominates the skyline to the Floyd | west. Floyd | Floyd | Mary is here. Floyd | Floyd | "Did you miss me?" barks the wolf. "I'm back." Floyd | Floyd | The wolf shifts the toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Mary tags along behind you. Floyd | Floyd | Meadow Behind the Bungalow Floyd | Grass surrounds you, acres of it, spreading across the countryside as Floyd | far as you can see. A ribbon of flattened grass curves eastward, and Floyd | another, not quite as fresh, circles the bungalow, branching northeast Floyd | and northwest. A grass-covered hill to the southwest shimmers under the Floyd | sun's heat; waves of green-gold grass ripple toward the crest of the Floyd | hill, racing the wind to the top. Floyd | Floyd | Mary is here. Floyd | Floyd | A cuddly lamb prances about, seemingly unaware of your presence. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a pot (which is empty), a picnic basket (which is Floyd | empty), a cracked porcelain dish, a bent spoon and a battery here. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "ding dong dell, pussy's in the well?" | |||
| inky says, "whoops" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get all" | ||||
Floyd | pot: Taken. Floyd | picnic basket: Taken. Floyd | cracked porcelain dish: Taken. Floyd | bent spoon: Taken. Floyd | battery: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x dish" | ||||
Floyd | It has blue forget-me-nots painted around the rim. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga asks, "battery? when did that show up?" | |||
| (from Taleslinger) David W has signed nursery rhymes as porn. | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | Mary follows you to the front of the house. Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Bungalow Floyd | A cheery pink bungalow with gingerbread trim and a yellow painted door Floyd | nestles behind the picket fence to the south. Grass covers the yard Floyd | from corner to corner, except at the edges, where flowers dance with Floyd | the fence. Circling the bungalow to the southeast and southwest, a Floyd | faint path leads around the back. To the north, a few small homes peer Floyd | across the lane, which has narrowed, but still runs east to west at Floyd | this end of the village. The clock tower dominates the skyline to the Floyd | west. Floyd | Floyd | Mary is here. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a wolf here. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf leans casually on one elbow and watches you, chewing on his Floyd | toothpick. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "from the spinning wheel" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to TS), "heh" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "Let's get some yarn and try the basket trick" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | "Bye!" Mary waves. "See you later!" Floyd | Floyd | Schoolyard Floyd | Both the playground and its adjacent schoolhouse to the south lie Floyd | vacant and deserted. The bare, hard-packed rectangle of earth, despite Floyd | a few faint chalk marks, shows no evidence that children may have once Floyd | played here--or might ever play here again. Floyd | Floyd | The lane ends its westward progress at the schoolhouse door. At the Floyd | southern end of the school, a magnificent stone steeple towers above Floyd | the village roofs. To see the clock from where you now stand, you must Floyd | tilt your head back and point your chin at the sky. To the southeast, a Floyd | gentle slope leads to a hilltop covered with wild grass. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger asks, "What the name of the kitty in the well rhyme?" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Hilltop Floyd | Grass sweeps up the hill like a brushfire, growing taller and thicker Floyd | as it approaches the top where you brace yourself against the wind. You Floyd | can see everything from up here: the forest, the village, even the Floyd | fence where you first met the egg. The schoolhouse and its clock tower Floyd | lie to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A crumbling brick well sits at the very top of the hill, almost hidden Floyd | in a nest of grass. It's the simplest of designs--no cute roof, no Floyd | crank, no rope or bucket--just a simple, brick cylinder in the ground. Floyd | The cover, if it ever had one, is gone. From deep within the well's Floyd | depths, you hear faint scratching noises interspersed with pathetic Floyd | mewing. Floyd | Floyd | You notice a familiar-looking wolf lurking in the vicinity. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf loiters in the area, keeping an eye on you. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "I don't think it has a name" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah, I don't think it's named." | ||||
| maga says, "oh yeah, we undid stealing the yarn" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a battery Floyd | a bent spoon Floyd | a cracked porcelain dish Floyd | a picnic basket (which is open but empty) Floyd | a pot (which is open but empty) Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "well that's no bloody use" | |||
| maga asks, "who's for a life of crime and non-dead cats?" | ||||
| inky says, "well, so go steal it again" | ||||
| Taleslinger exclaims, "Everything to save the poor Kitty!" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Schoolyard Floyd | Both the playground and its adjacent schoolhouse to the south lie Floyd | vacant and deserted. The bare, hard-packed rectangle of earth, despite Floyd | a few faint chalk marks, shows no evidence that children may have once Floyd | played here--or might ever play here again. Floyd | Floyd | The lane ends its westward progress at the schoolhouse door. At the Floyd | southern end of the school, a magnificent stone steeple towers above Floyd | the village roofs. To see the clock from where you now stand, you must Floyd | tilt your head back and point your chin at the sky. To the southeast, a Floyd | gentle slope leads to a hilltop covered with wild grass. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "I'm on wikipedias nursery rhyme page, but nothing about kittens so far." | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Bungalow Floyd | A cheery pink bungalow with gingerbread trim and a yellow painted door Floyd | nestles behind the picket fence to the south. Grass covers the yard Floyd | from corner to corner, except at the edges, where flowers dance with Floyd | the fence. Circling the bungalow to the southeast and southwest, a Floyd | faint path leads around the back. To the north, a few small homes peer Floyd | across the lane, which has narrowed, but still runs east to west at Floyd | this end of the village. The clock tower dominates the skyline to the Floyd | west. Floyd | Floyd | Mary is here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | "Bye!" Mary waves. "See you later!" Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Cottage Floyd | Blooming with color and fragrance, a tidy garden snuggles against the Floyd | stone cottage to the south. Ivy frames the whitewashed front door; Floyd | starched white curtains hang in a diamond-paned window. A faint path Floyd | forks southeast and southwest around the cottage, toward the back. To Floyd | the north, across the lane that runs through the village, a few small Floyd | cottages line the road. The clock tower looms further west, silhouetted Floyd | against the sky. Floyd | Floyd | "Did you miss me?" barks the wolf. "I'm back." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "in" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Inside the Cottage Floyd | From the scrubbed oak floorboards to the comfy, upholstered furniture Floyd | gathered around the hearth, this feels like home. Floyd | Floyd | A wooden spinning wheel sits quietly nearby. Its bobbin holds some Floyd | black yarn. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a big, giant bag (in which is some soft wool), a Floyd | medium-sized bag (in which is some glossy wool) and a wee, little bag Floyd | (in which is some curly wool) here. Floyd | Floyd | You notice a familiar-looking wolf lurking in the vicinity. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x soft wool" | ||||
Floyd | The soft black wool is thick and cushiony. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf exits, stage left. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "it's something like "ding dong dell, kitty's in the well. who put her in, little somebody or other"" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x yarn" | ||||
Floyd | The black yarn seems very strong, almost like rope. One end of the yarn Floyd | is wound around the spinning wheel's bobbin. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x glossy" | ||||
Floyd | The glossy black wool is airy and buoyant. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get yarn" | ||||
Floyd | You unwind the yarn from the bobbin. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to inky), "That doesn't rhyme." | |||
| DavidW says, "Little Tommy Flynn, iirc." | ||||
| inky says (to Jacqueline), ""who pulled her out, somebody's mother"" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "tie yarn to basket" | ||||
Floyd | The handle is gone, so you tie the yarn to a loose piece of straw and Floyd | give it a tug. The yarn slips off. Then you try to poke the yarn Floyd | through an undamaged part of the basket's weave, but the straw is so Floyd | tightly woven that you can't find a gap big enough. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "heh" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "I think David's right." | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | some yarn Floyd | a battery Floyd | a bent spoon Floyd | a cracked porcelain dish Floyd | a picnic basket (which is open but empty) Floyd | a pot (which is open but empty) Floyd | Floyd | "Heads up!" shouts the wolf in your ear. "Ha, ha, made you look!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "tie yarn to pot" | ||||
Floyd | You tie one end of the yarn to the pot handle. Floyd | Floyd | "Don't mind me; I was just leaving," mentions the wolf over his Floyd | shoulder as he skulks out of sight. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by two points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "w00t score" | |||
| maga says, "mmm kitten casserole" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "ha" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Cottage Floyd | Blooming with color and fragrance, a tidy garden snuggles against the Floyd | stone cottage to the south. Ivy frames the whitewashed front door; Floyd | starched white curtains hang in a diamond-paned window. A faint path Floyd | forks southeast and southwest around the cottage, toward the back. To Floyd | the north, across the lane that runs through the village, a few small Floyd | cottages line the road. The clock tower looms further west, silhouetted Floyd | against the sky. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "this doesn't explain how we get the kitten *into* the pot" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Bungalow Floyd | A cheery pink bungalow with gingerbread trim and a yellow painted door Floyd | nestles behind the picket fence to the south. Grass covers the yard Floyd | from corner to corner, except at the edges, where flowers dance with Floyd | the fence. Circling the bungalow to the southeast and southwest, a Floyd | faint path leads around the back. To the north, a few small homes peer Floyd | across the lane, which has narrowed, but still runs east to west at Floyd | this end of the village. The clock tower dominates the skyline to the Floyd | west. Floyd | Floyd | Mary is here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | "Bye!" Mary waves. "See you later!" Floyd | Floyd | Schoolyard Floyd | Both the playground and its adjacent schoolhouse to the south lie Floyd | vacant and deserted. The bare, hard-packed rectangle of earth, despite Floyd | a few faint chalk marks, shows no evidence that children may have once Floyd | played here--or might ever play here again. Floyd | Floyd | The lane ends its westward progress at the schoolhouse door. At the Floyd | southern end of the school, a magnificent stone steeple towers above Floyd | the village roofs. To see the clock from where you now stand, you must Floyd | tilt your head back and point your chin at the sky. To the southeast, a Floyd | gentle slope leads to a hilltop covered with wild grass. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Hilltop Floyd | Grass sweeps up the hill like a brushfire, growing taller and thicker Floyd | as it approaches the top where you brace yourself against the wind. You Floyd | can see everything from up here: the forest, the village, even the Floyd | fence where you first met the egg. The schoolhouse and its clock tower Floyd | lie to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A crumbling brick well sits at the very top of the hill, almost hidden Floyd | in a nest of grass. It's the simplest of designs--no cute roof, no Floyd | crank, no rope or bucket--just a simple, brick cylinder in the ground. Floyd | The cover, if it ever had one, is gone. From deep within the well's Floyd | depths, you hear faint scratching noises interspersed with pathetic Floyd | mewing. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "it's a smart cat, it'll just climb in" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "put pot in well" | ||||
Floyd | You lower the pot into the well, letting the yarn slide through your Floyd | fingers. Oh, no! The yarn is yanked from your hands without warning. Floyd | Both the pot and the yarn fall to the bottom of the well. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Hilltop Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "not smart enough to climb the ladder" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "tie yarn to well" | ||||
Floyd | You'll have to untie the yarn from the pot first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x well" | ||||
Floyd | You look down into the well, which is very deep and very dark, Floyd | but...oh, yes, something moved down there! Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "hmm" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "GAH" | ||||
| inky says, "I guess this is one of those single-ended ropes" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "tie pot to well" | ||||
Floyd | You're just being silly. Stop it, or I'll tell your mother. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "kitty, put on the lotion" | ||||
Floyd | The only answer is a faint, faraway meow. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline cackles. | |||
| Jacqueline says (to TS), "Hooray." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "It puts the lotion on its fur." | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "give hose to kitty" | ||||
Floyd | [hose -> those] Floyd | (first taking the well) Floyd | (first taking the well) Floyd | (the village to the kitten) Floyd | (first taking the village) Floyd | That's hardly portable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says, "wow, what the heck" | ||||
| maga says, "what" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "put yarn in well" | ||||
Floyd | You'll have to untie the pot first. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "hmm, so I dunno what to do" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | some yarn Floyd | a pot (which is open but empty and is tied to some yarn) Floyd | a battery Floyd | a bent spoon Floyd | a cracked porcelain dish Floyd | a picnic basket (which is open but empty) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "put basket in well" | ||||
Floyd | You throw the picnic basket into the well. In a few moments, you hear a Floyd | faraway splash and an angry, screeching yowl. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Hilltop Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "ha ha ha you bastard" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "heehee" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "put pot in well" | ||||
Floyd | You lower the pot into the well, letting the yarn slide through your Floyd | fingers. Oh, no! The yarn is yanked from your hands without warning. Floyd | Both the pot and the yarn fall to the bottom of the well. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Hilltop Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "tie pot to me" | ||||
Floyd | You're just being silly. Stop it, or I'll tell your mother. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "what we need here is a scroll of levitation written in Cat" | |||
| olethros asks, "can't you tie the yarn to the well?" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Is there something more substantial around than the yarn?" | ||||
| Taleslinger asks, "The yarn is not long enough. We'll have to spin a longer one, perhaps?" | ||||
| inky says, "maybe, but it's not *breaking*" | ||||
| maga says (to TS), "sounds likely" | ||||
| olethros says, "oh, yeah, TS is right, it's just not as long as you though it was" | ||||
| inky says, "ok, yeah, that seems plausible" | ||||
| olethros says, "we need a fishing pole" | ||||
| inky says, "I guess let's go back to the whaddyacall" | ||||
| olethros says, "then we tie a fish to the end of the yarn, lower the contraption. The cat will jump and get ensnared" | ||||
| maga says, "or just a ball of wool" | ||||
| olethros says, "that too" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | "Hi there," Mary waves. "Nice to see you again." Floyd | Floyd | Meadow Behind the Bungalow Floyd | Grass surrounds you, acres of it, spreading across the countryside as Floyd | far as you can see. A ribbon of flattened grass curves eastward, and Floyd | another, not quite as fresh, circles the bungalow, branching northeast Floyd | and northwest. A grass-covered hill to the southwest shimmers under the Floyd | sun's heat; waves of green-gold grass ripple toward the crest of the Floyd | hill, racing the wind to the top. Floyd | Floyd | Mary is here. Floyd | Floyd | A cuddly lamb prances about, seemingly unaware of your presence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You can't, since the bungalow blocks your way. You can only go east, Floyd | northeast, northwest or southwest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | "Bye!" Mary waves. "See you later!" Floyd | Floyd | Meadow Behind the Cottage Floyd | With no fences to hinder it, the waist-high grass flows unimpeded for Floyd | miles, like water downstream, covering the world from here to the Floyd | horizon. Almost hidden by the grass, a narrow path forks northeast and Floyd | northwest toward the front of the cottage. A swath to the west lies Floyd | flat, as if someone waded through it not long ago. At the far edge of Floyd | the meadow, against the western sky, a few cloud feathers drift Floyd | leisurely behind the clock tower's silhouette. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You can't, since the cottage blocks your way. You can only go west, Floyd | northeast or northwest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Prickly weeds and burrs weave through the grass, creating a tangle Floyd | impossible to penetrate any further. You can only go west, northeast or Floyd | northwest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Cottage Floyd | Blooming with color and fragrance, a tidy garden snuggles against the Floyd | stone cottage to the south. Ivy frames the whitewashed front door; Floyd | starched white curtains hang in a diamond-paned window. A faint path Floyd | forks southeast and southwest around the cottage, toward the back. To Floyd | the north, across the lane that runs through the village, a few small Floyd | cottages line the road. The clock tower looms further west, silhouetted Floyd | against the sky. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Country Lane Floyd | The footpath snaking down from the northeastern forest has widened here Floyd | into a country lane. Gravel crunches beneath your feet and a warm Floyd | breeze riffles your hair as you walk in the sun. Some distance to the Floyd | west, a few small cottages flock together like children telling Floyd | secrets. Smoke curls from the chimney of the cottage nearest to you. Floyd | Beyond the village, further west, a clock tower rises above the Floyd | surrounding roofs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You can only go west or northeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Deep Forest Floyd | Wet branches slap your face, their icy needles stinging. Dense Floyd | underbrush creeps in from all sides. With each step, mud oozes into Floyd | your shoes. Insects drop from above and crawl through your hair; Floyd | knuckles scrape against rough bark. The path hooks from south to Floyd | southwest here, slithering between the trees like a snake. Faint Floyd | rustling sounds catch your ear, but when you turn to look, all is still Floyd | and quiet. Floyd | Floyd | "Did you miss me?" barks the wolf. "I'm back." Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "whoops" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Country Lane Floyd | The footpath snaking down from the northeastern forest has widened here Floyd | into a country lane. Gravel crunches beneath your feet and a warm Floyd | breeze riffles your hair as you walk in the sun. Some distance to the Floyd | west, a few small cottages flock together like children telling Floyd | secrets. Smoke curls from the chimney of the cottage nearest to you. Floyd | Beyond the village, further west, a clock tower rises above the Floyd | surrounding roofs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "in" | ||||
Floyd | You can only go west or northeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Cottage Floyd | Blooming with color and fragrance, a tidy garden snuggles against the Floyd | stone cottage to the south. Ivy frames the whitewashed front door; Floyd | starched white curtains hang in a diamond-paned window. A faint path Floyd | forks southeast and southwest around the cottage, toward the back. To Floyd | the north, across the lane that runs through the village, a few small Floyd | cottages line the road. The clock tower looms further west, silhouetted Floyd | against the sky. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "in" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Inside the Cottage Floyd | From the scrubbed oak floorboards to the comfy, upholstered furniture Floyd | gathered around the hearth, this feels like home. Floyd | Floyd | A wooden spinning wheel sits quietly nearby. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a big, giant bag (in which is some soft wool), a Floyd | medium-sized bag (in which is some glossy wool) and a wee, little bag Floyd | (in which is some curly wool) here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "put battery in wheel" | ||||
Floyd | You snap the battery into place inside the compartment. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf is back again, hanging around. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf loiters in the area, keeping an eye on you. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "so we know SPIN doesn't work" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn on wheel" | ||||
Floyd | The treadle begins to pump, slowly at first, then picking up speed. Floyd | Soon the wheel is spinning frantically. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "wheel" | ||||
Floyd | "Huh?" The wolf raises an eyebrow. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x wheel" | ||||
Floyd | The spinning wheel is turning so rapidly that you wonder if the whole Floyd | thing will fly apart and hurl pieces of itself through the air. The Floyd | bobbin, in particular, looks like a dangerous projectile. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf leaves after a quick reconnaissance. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn off wheel" | ||||
Floyd | You flip the toggle switch to the OFF position, and the spinning wheel Floyd | slows to a stop. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x bobbin" | ||||
Floyd | The bobbin is a wooden spindle that collects the finished yarn or Floyd | thread as it spins. It's empty. The bobbin and spinning wheel are at Floyd | rest. Floyd | Floyd | You notice a familiar-looking wolf lurking in the vicinity. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "put yarn on wheel" | ||||
Floyd | You wind the loose end of the yarn around the bobbin. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf leaves after a quick reconnaissance. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn on wheel" | ||||
Floyd | Slowly, the wheel begins to turn, creaking under the weight of the iron Floyd | pot. The winding yarn drags the pot behind it and eventually lifts it Floyd | off the ground. When the bobbin can't turn any further, you flip the Floyd | toggle switch off again. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "oh, hey, I'm a genius" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "push wheel w" | ||||
Floyd | You can only go north or out. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "push wheel n" | ||||
Floyd | With an effort, you manage to push the spinning wheel through the door. Floyd | The pot, which is tied to the yarn, drags along behind you. Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Cottage Floyd | Blooming with color and fragrance, a tidy garden snuggles against the Floyd | stone cottage to the south. Ivy frames the whitewashed front door; Floyd | starched white curtains hang in a diamond-paned window. A faint path Floyd | forks southeast and southwest around the cottage, toward the back. To Floyd | the north, across the lane that runs through the village, a few small Floyd | cottages line the road. The clock tower looms further west, silhouetted Floyd | against the sky. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "oho, a winch" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to inky), "So you are." | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "push wheel sw" | ||||
Floyd | The spinning wheel gets stuck in the grass and won't budge. You'll have Floyd | to leave it here if you want to go in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | "Did you miss me?" barks the wolf. "I'm back." Floyd | Floyd | The wolf loiters in the area, keeping an eye on you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "push wheel w" | ||||
Floyd | The spinning wheel is heavier than it looks. Taking a deep breath, you Floyd | shove it forward a few feet, rest and repeat. The pot drags along Floyd | behind. Floyd | The pot, which is tied to the yarn, drags along behind you. Floyd | Mary skips round a corner of the house and waves to you. Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Bungalow Floyd | A cheery pink bungalow with gingerbread trim and a yellow painted door Floyd | nestles behind the picket fence to the south. Grass covers the yard Floyd | from corner to corner, except at the edges, where flowers dance with Floyd | the fence. Circling the bungalow to the southeast and southwest, a Floyd | faint path leads around the back. To the north, a few small homes peer Floyd | across the lane, which has narrowed, but still runs east to west at Floyd | this end of the village. The clock tower dominates the skyline to the Floyd | west. Floyd | Floyd | Mary is here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "push wheel sw" | ||||
Floyd | The spinning wheel gets stuck in the grass and won't budge. You'll have Floyd | to leave it here if you want to go in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | "Surprise!" The wolf jumps out in front of you. "Gotcha that time, Floyd | didn't I?" Floyd | Floyd | The wolf loiters in the area, keeping an eye on you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky asks, "uh, but how do we get it there?" | ||||
| inky says, "(my genius does not extend to navigation)" | ||||
| maga asks, "just take the pot and run the yarn up to the top of the hill?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "snrk" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "take pot" | ||||
Floyd | (the pot and the yarn) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger asks, "maybe just take the basket now?" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to maga), "Yes, but inky doesn't know where that is." | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "up" | ||||
Floyd | You can't carry the pot with you because it's tied to the yarn, and the Floyd | yarn is wound around the bobbin. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Bungalow Floyd | A cheery pink bungalow with gingerbread trim and a yellow painted door Floyd | nestles behind the picket fence to the south. Grass covers the yard Floyd | from corner to corner, except at the edges, where flowers dance with Floyd | the fence. Circling the bungalow to the southeast and southwest, a Floyd | faint path leads around the back. To the north, a few small homes peer Floyd | across the lane, which has narrowed, but still runs east to west at Floyd | this end of the village. The clock tower dominates the skyline to the Floyd | west. Floyd | Floyd | A wooden spinning wheel sits quietly nearby. Its bobbin holds some Floyd | black yarn which is also tied to a pot. Floyd | Floyd | Mary is here. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a wolf here. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf yawns widely enough for you to count all his teeth. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "gah" | |||
| inky says, "even though it's cheating, I wonder if it would be helpful to play these games with a map at hand" | ||||
| maga asks, "okay, maybe we need more line?" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You can't carry the pot with you because it's tied to the yarn, and the Floyd | yarn is wound around the bobbin. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "drop pot" | ||||
Floyd | (the pot and the yarn) Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "up" | ||||
Floyd | You're not supposed to cross the street by yourself. Memories of the Floyd | last time you tried it (and got caught) prevent you from attempting it Floyd | now. You can only go south, east, west, southeast, southwest or in. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf exits, stage left. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | Mary follows you around the corner of the house. Floyd | Floyd | Meadow Behind the Bungalow Floyd | Grass surrounds you, acres of it, spreading across the countryside as Floyd | far as you can see. A ribbon of flattened grass curves eastward, and Floyd | another, not quite as fresh, circles the bungalow, branching northeast Floyd | and northwest. A grass-covered hill to the southwest shimmers under the Floyd | sun's heat; waves of green-gold grass ripple toward the crest of the Floyd | hill, racing the wind to the top. Floyd | Floyd | Mary is here. Floyd | Floyd | A cuddly lamb prances about, seemingly unaware of your presence. Floyd | Floyd | You notice a familiar-looking wolf lurking in the vicinity. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf grins at you as he twirls the toothpick in his mouth. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "whoops, i'm lost" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Mary runs ahead, yelling "Come on, hurry up!" Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Bungalow Floyd | A cheery pink bungalow with gingerbread trim and a yellow painted door Floyd | nestles behind the picket fence to the south. Grass covers the yard Floyd | from corner to corner, except at the edges, where flowers dance with Floyd | the fence. Circling the bungalow to the southeast and southwest, a Floyd | faint path leads around the back. To the north, a few small homes peer Floyd | across the lane, which has narrowed, but still runs east to west at Floyd | this end of the village. The clock tower dominates the skyline to the Floyd | west. Floyd | Floyd | Mary is here. Floyd | Floyd | A wooden spinning wheel sits quietly nearby. Its bobbin holds some Floyd | black yarn which is also tied to a pot. Floyd | Floyd | You notice a familiar-looking wolf lurking in the vicinity. Floyd | Floyd | "Listen up," warns the wolf. "In case you forgot, I get blamed for Floyd | everything around here. So watch it. I ain't takin' no rap for you." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "push wheel w" | ||||
Floyd | This is hard work! The spinning wheel seems to get heavier with each Floyd | step, but you valiantly continue to push it forward. The pot drags Floyd | along behind. Floyd | Floyd | The pot, which is tied to the yarn, drags along behind you. Floyd | "Bye!" Mary waves. "See you later!" Floyd | Floyd | Schoolyard Floyd | Both the playground and its adjacent schoolhouse to the south lie Floyd | vacant and deserted. The bare, hard-packed rectangle of earth, despite Floyd | a few faint chalk marks, shows no evidence that children may have once Floyd | played here--or might ever play here again. Floyd | Floyd | The lane ends its westward progress at the schoolhouse door. At the Floyd | southern end of the school, a magnificent stone steeple towers above Floyd | the village roofs. To see the clock from where you now stand, you must Floyd | tilt your head back and point your chin at the sky. To the southeast, a Floyd | gentle slope leads to a hilltop covered with wild grass. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "push wheel se" | ||||
Floyd | This is hard work! The spinning wheel seems to get heavier with each Floyd | step, but you valiantly continue to push it forward. The pot drags Floyd | along behind. Floyd | The pot, which is tied to the yarn, drags along behind you. Floyd | Floyd | Hilltop Floyd | Grass sweeps up the hill like a brushfire, growing taller and thicker Floyd | as it approaches the top where you brace yourself against the wind. You Floyd | can see everything from up here: the forest, the village, even the Floyd | fence where you first met the egg. The schoolhouse and its clock tower Floyd | lie to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A crumbling brick well sits at the very top of the hill, almost hidden Floyd | in a nest of grass. It's the simplest of designs--no cute roof, no Floyd | crank, no rope or bucket--just a simple, brick cylinder in the ground. Floyd | The cover, if it ever had one, is gone. From deep within the well's Floyd | depths, you hear faint scratching noises interspersed with pathetic Floyd | mewing. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "oh, we just needed to take the alternative route" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "take pot" | ||||
Floyd | (the pot and the yarn) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "put pot in well" | ||||
Floyd | You lower the pot into the well, letting the yarn slide through your Floyd | fingers. Oh, no! The yarn is yanked from your hands without warning and Floyd | unwinds from the bobbin faster than you can catch it. Both the pot and Floyd | the yarn fall to the bottom of the well. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Hilltop Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "hm" | |||
| maga asks, "did that untie the yarn from the bobbin?" | ||||
| maga says, "'cause it sure looks as if it did" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x yarn" | ||||
Floyd | The black yarn seems very strong, almost like rope. One end of the yarn Floyd | is wound around the spinning wheel's bobbin; the other end is tied to Floyd | the pot handle. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf is back again, hanging around. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Yeah, I'm not sure." | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "x bobbin" | ||||
Floyd | The bobbin is a wooden spindle that collects the finished yarn or Floyd | thread as it spins. This one currently holds a skein of black yarn. The Floyd | bobbin and spinning wheel are at rest. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf grins at you as he twirls the toothpick in his mouth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "turn on wheel" | ||||
Floyd | Slowly, the wheel begins to turn, creaking under the weight of the iron Floyd | pot. The winding yarn drags the pot behind it and eventually lifts it Floyd | off the ground. When the bobbin can't turn any further, you flip the Floyd | toggle switch off again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "take pot" | ||||
Floyd | You already have that. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf leans casually on one elbow and watches you, chewing on his Floyd | toothpick. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "put pot in well" | ||||
Floyd | You lower the pot into the well, letting the yarn slide through your Floyd | fingers. Oh, no! The yarn is yanked from your hands without warning and Floyd | unwinds from the bobbin faster than you can catch it. Both the pot and Floyd | the yarn fall to the bottom of the well. Floyd | Floyd | "Listen up," warns the wolf. "In case you forgot, I get blamed for Floyd | everything around here. So watch it. I ain't takin' no rap for you." Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger asks, "maybe let it drop in, then turn on the machine?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Save first." | ||||
| maga says, "we have multiple undo" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh, right." | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn on well" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you can switch. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "turn on wheel" | ||||
Floyd | The treadle begins to pump, slowly at first, then picking up speed. Floyd | Soon the wheel is spinning frantically. Floyd | Floyd | "I'll be right back," confides the wolf. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "er yeah that" | |||
| maga says, "yeah, looks as if it came untied" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Hilltop Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Hilltop Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Hilltop Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Hilltop Floyd | Grass sweeps up the hill like a brushfire, growing taller and thicker Floyd | as it approaches the top where you brace yourself against the wind. You Floyd | can see everything from up here: the forest, the village, even the Floyd | fence where you first met the egg. The schoolhouse and its clock tower Floyd | lie to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | A crumbling brick well sits at the very top of the hill, almost hidden Floyd | in a nest of grass. It's the simplest of designs--no cute roof, no Floyd | crank, no rope or bucket--just a simple, brick cylinder in the ground. Floyd | The cover, if it ever had one, is gone. From deep within the well's Floyd | depths, you hear faint scratching noises interspersed with pathetic Floyd | mewing. Floyd | Floyd | A wooden spinning wheel sits quietly nearby. Its bobbin holds some Floyd | black yarn which is also tied to a pot. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a wolf here. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga asks, "so, um, how do we attach it more firmly? or does it just need to be longer?" | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a pot (which is open but empty and is tied to some yarn) Floyd | a bent spoon Floyd | a cracked porcelain dish Floyd | a picnic basket (which is open but empty) Floyd | Floyd | The wolf grins at you as he twirls the toothpick in his mouth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x bobbin" | ||||
Floyd | The bobbin is a wooden spindle that collects the finished yarn or Floyd | thread as it spins. This one currently holds a skein of black yarn. The Floyd | bobbin and spinning wheel are at rest. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf loiters in the area, keeping an eye on you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "tie yarn to bobbin" | ||||
Floyd | You tie the loose end of the yarn to the bobbin. Floyd | Floyd | "Later," growls the wolf, waving a paw in your direction as he trots Floyd | past. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by three points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "oh pfft" | |||
| Taleslinger asks, "wth?" | ||||
| inky says, "so we can't tie it except to that" | ||||
| Alex says (to Taleslinger), "Awwwk! Word on the street is that WTH is What The Hell or What The Heck, for weedy people who don't want to say WTF." | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "put pot in well" | ||||
Floyd | You lower the pot into the well, letting the yarn slide through your Floyd | fingers. In a few moments, you hear a faraway splash and an anxious Floyd | meow. Then you feel a tug, and the yarn swings in your hands. The pot Floyd | feels heavier now. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn on wheel" | ||||
Floyd | Straining to pull its heavy load up from the bottom of the well, the Floyd | spinning wheel creaks and groans with each rotation. You peer down into Floyd | the darkness. There! What was that? Something moved! Something has Floyd | hitched a ride in the pot! Floyd | Floyd | All of a sudden, you notice the yarn rubbing on the well's edge, Floyd | fraying dangerously. You try to pull the yarn away from the sharp Floyd | bricks, but it's too taut; there's no slack. After several tense Floyd | minutes, the pot finally arrives at the top, and two wide green eyes Floyd | peek out over the side. Just then, the frayed yarn breaks. Floyd | Floyd | A tiny gray and white kitten leaps for its life as the pot clatters Floyd | back down the shaft. Front claws gripping the rim, back claws Floyd | scrabbling furiously against the inside bricks, the kitten at last Floyd | manages to pull itself up to the safety of the ledge. It sneezes twice Floyd | in the bright sunshine before jumping into the grass at your feet. Floyd | Floyd | The spinning wheel, freed from the weight of the pot, begins to shake Floyd | as it picks up speed. You reach over and flip the toggle switch off Floyd | before the whole thing rattles itself to pieces. Purring, the kitten Floyd | licks one paw and washes its face. Floyd | Floyd | A slight movement attracts your attention. It's that wolf again. Floyd | Floyd | The kitten arches its back and hisses at the wolf. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by five points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "gah" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "aHA" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | You have so far scored 27 out of a possible 50, in 227 turns, earning Floyd | you the same level of respect as Little Boy Blue and his animal Floyd | husbandry skills. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "ha ha" | |||
| Taleslinger exclaims, "aaawww...how cute!" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "pet kitty" | ||||
Floyd | "Nice kitty." The kitten purrs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "pet wolf" | ||||
Floyd | "Don't touch the merchandise," warns the wolf. Floyd | Floyd | "Listen up," warns the wolf. "In case you forgot, I get blamed for Floyd | everything around here. So watch it. I ain't takin' no rap for you." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "scratch kitty" | ||||
Floyd | "Huh?" The wolf raises an eyebrow. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "kiss kitty" | ||||
Floyd | You give the kitten a great, big kiss and in return the kitten licks Floyd | your nose with its sandpaper tongue. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf leans casually on one elbow and watches you, chewing on his Floyd | toothpick. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "awwwwww" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "eat kitty" | ||||
Floyd | The kitten squirms away from you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to inky), "HA" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "wolf, eat kitty" | ||||
Floyd | "Nah," declines the wolf. "I don't eat nothing with claws sharper than Floyd | mine." Floyd | Floyd | The wolf shifts the toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Man, you and maga with the kitty casserole thing." | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "Kitty, roll over" | ||||
Floyd | [roll -> troll] Floyd | The kitten meows. Floyd | Floyd | "Listen up," warns the wolf. "In case you forgot, I get blamed for Floyd | everything around here. So watch it. I ain't takin' no rap for you." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "kitty, eat wolf" | ||||
Floyd | The kitten ignores you. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf leans casually on one elbow and watches you, chewing on his Floyd | toothpick. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "hmm" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "throw kitty at wolf" | ||||
Floyd | (first taking the kitten) Floyd | The kitten has its own ideas about that. It squirms and wriggles until Floyd | you set it free again. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf exits, stage left. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky asks, "is there any obvious motivation in the game at this point?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "One last puzzle, methinks." | ||||
| maga says, "be a nice child and fix people's problems" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "Mother Loose is still loose." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Well, it's tenuous, but yes, if you think about it I think you'll figure it out." | ||||
| inky says, "I guess there's that door in the tower" | ||||
| maga says, "and there's that clocktower door" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "Not to mention the schoolhousetower door" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You can only go northeast or northwest. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "or that" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Schoolyard Floyd | Both the playground and its adjacent schoolhouse to the south lie Floyd | vacant and deserted. The bare, hard-packed rectangle of earth, despite Floyd | a few faint chalk marks, shows no evidence that children may have once Floyd | played here--or might ever play here again. Floyd | Floyd | The lane ends its westward progress at the schoolhouse door. At the Floyd | southern end of the school, a magnificent stone steeple towers above Floyd | the village roofs. To see the clock from where you now stand, you must Floyd | tilt your head back and point your chin at the sky. To the southeast, a Floyd | gentle slope leads to a hilltop covered with wild grass. Floyd | Floyd | The kitten crouches low, wiggles its rear, and then pounces at nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I love the cat, but not as much as Mary." | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You can only go south, east, southeast or in. Floyd | Floyd | "Heads up!" shouts the wolf in your ear. "Ha, ha, made you look!" Floyd | Floyd | The kitten hisses at the wolf from behind your ankles. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "in" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Inside the School Floyd | The abandoned schoolroom lacks not only pupils, but also books and Floyd | pencils and chalk and paper and any other hint that someone might show Floyd | up for school tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the next. Rows of empty Floyd | desks and chairs face the teacher's desk at the front of the room as if Floyd | waiting expectantly for the day's lesson. The door to the north leads Floyd | back out to the empty schoolyard. Stairs to the south lead up into Floyd | darkness. Floyd | Floyd | You notice a familiar-looking wolf lurking in the vicinity. Floyd | Floyd | "Listen up," warns the wolf. "In case you forgot, I get blamed for Floyd | everything around here. So watch it. I ain't takin' no rap for you." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| olethros says, "heehee" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "search desk" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the teacher's desk or one of the student desks? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "teacher's" | ||||
Floyd | There is nothing on the teacher's desk. Floyd | Floyd | > | olethros asks, "ok, is there a 'cross the river' subgame?" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x teacher's desk" | ||||
Floyd | As you might expect, the teacher's desk contains several drawers: Floyd | Floyd | The top right drawer, which is closed. Floyd | The top left drawer, which is closed. Floyd | The middle drawer, which is closed. Floyd | The file drawer, which is closed. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf loiters in the area, keeping an eye on you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "open top right" | ||||
Floyd | You open the top right drawer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "look in it" | ||||
Floyd | The top right drawer is empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "open top left" | ||||
Floyd | You open the top left drawer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "look in it" | ||||
Floyd | The top left drawer is empty. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf grins at you as he twirls the toothpick in his mouth. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "rrgh" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "open middle" | ||||
Floyd | You open the middle drawer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "look in it" | ||||
Floyd | The middle drawer is empty. Floyd | Floyd | "I'm blowin' this joint," the wolf explains as he shoves his way past Floyd | you. "I got places to go, people to see, things to do." Floyd | Floyd | You scratch the kitten behind the ears. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "open file" | ||||
Floyd | You open the file drawer. Floyd | Floyd | The kitten sits and watches you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "look in it" | ||||
Floyd | The file drawer is empty. Floyd | Floyd | You scratch the kitten behind the ears. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "pshaw" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Clock Tower Stairs Floyd | Dimly lit stairs lead back down into the schoolroom. Before you, a Floyd | heavy, solid door stands firmly closed. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, through the closed door, you hear something ticking. Floyd | Floyd | The kitten suddenly darts between your legs and zigzags up the steps Floyd | ahead of you. At that very instant, a tiny brown field mouse scurries Floyd | across your path, barely escaping with its life when you accidently Floyd | step on its tail. Chaos erupts. The terrified mouse races in circles, Floyd | dodging feet and claws. The kitten spits and hisses and rears back on Floyd | its hind legs, then lunges for the mouse. You hop on one foot, howling Floyd | with pain, having twisted your ankle while trying to avoid the mouse. Floyd | To top it all off, someone...or something...is pounding on the other Floyd | side of the door at the top of the stairs. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "ARGH KILL KILL KILL" | |||
| Ghogg arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "put kitty in middle drawer" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "ha ha" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "look under door" | ||||
Floyd | You put one eye to the crack at the bottom of the door, but all you can Floyd | see is a few inches of wood flooring. Floyd | Floyd | "Did you miss me?" barks the wolf. "I'm back." Floyd | Floyd | The kitten arches its back and hisses at the wolf. Floyd | Floyd | Someone...or something...is pounding on the door. Floyd | Floyd | The field mouse cowers in the corner. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "put spoon in keyhole" | ||||
Floyd | That doesn't seem to fit the lock. Floyd | Floyd | Someone...or something...is pounding on the door. Floyd | Floyd | "Listen up," warns the wolf. "In case you forgot, I get blamed for Floyd | everything around here. So watch it. I ain't takin' no rap for you." Floyd | Floyd | The kitten crouches low, squirms, and then pounces for the mouse. The Floyd | mouse, more experienced than the kitten at this sort of thing, leaps Floyd | straight up into the air. The surprised kitten loses its balance and Floyd | tumbles over backward. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ask wolf about toothpick" | ||||
Floyd | The wolf snarls at you and chews on a toothpick. Floyd | Floyd | Someone...or something...is pounding on the door. Floyd | Floyd | Panting heavily, the mouse twitches its whiskers anxiously. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "take mouse" | ||||
Floyd | As you reach for the mouse, it gives a terrified squeak and scurries in Floyd | the opposite direction, out of your reach. Floyd | Floyd | Someone...or something...is pounding on the door. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf grins at you as he twirls the toothpick in his mouth. Floyd | Floyd | The mouse makes a desperate attempt to escape under the door to the Floyd | south, but retreats when the kitten skids into the door first. Floyd | Immediately, the mouse circles back toward the stairs, sees you and Floyd | reverses direction again, angling diagonally across the landing and Floyd | into the shadows. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "take kitty" | ||||
Floyd | You scoop the squirming kitten into your arms, where it struggles to Floyd | free itself, its eyes riveted on the mouse below. The mouse, quick to Floyd | recognize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, dashes under the door. Floyd | With one last twisting backwards flip, the kitten launches itself from Floyd | your embrace and lands on its feet, ready for battle. Floyd | Floyd | Without warning, a single deep, booming gong rocks the tower. Your Floyd | hands fly up involuntarily to cover and protect your ears, and you drop Floyd | everything you're carrying. The vibration of the tolling bell resonates Floyd | through your chest, even after the audible tone fades. In the silence Floyd | that follows, you hear the sound of running feet, first nearby, then Floyd | receding, from the other side of the door. Floyd | Floyd | The kitten, ever curious, shoves one paw between the threshold and the Floyd | door, groping blindly for the escaped mouse. A few swipes later, Floyd | something metallic skitters across the floor and into the corner. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, through the closed door, you hear something ticking. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf grins at you as he twirls the toothpick in his mouth. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "awesome" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "get key" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | Faintly, through the closed door, you hear something ticking. Floyd | Floyd | The wolf yawns widely enough for you to count all his teeth. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by two points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "unlock door with it" | ||||
Floyd | You unlock the clock tower door and open it. Floyd | Floyd | "Don't mind me; I was just leaving," mentions the wolf over his Floyd | shoulder as he skulks out of sight. Floyd | Floyd | Loud clicks and whirring noises are coming from inside the room to the Floyd | south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | You have so far scored 29 out of a possible 50, in 257 turns, earning Floyd | you the same level of respect as Little Boy Blue and his animal Floyd | husbandry skills. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Inside the Clock Tower Floyd | Dim, greenish light from above reflects off an assortment of large Floyd | brass gears mounted flat against a stone wall on the far side of the Floyd | room. Taut cables run upward through a network of pulleys, vanishing Floyd | into the gloom more than twenty feet above your head. The entire Floyd | mechanism turns and meshes in a slow, rhythmic, hypnotic clockwork Floyd | dance. Floyd | Floyd | The kitten follows you wherever you go. Floyd | Floyd | As your eyes adjust to the room's dim light, you notice a shadowy Floyd | figure standing to one side. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x figure" | ||||
Floyd | You squint, peering through the shadows. "Mom?" Floyd | Floyd | It's your mother! What's she doing here? Floyd | Floyd | The kitten meows for attention. Floyd | Floyd | Your mother gathers you inside the circle of her arms and hugs until Floyd | you can hardly breathe. Then she picks you up and twirls you around, Floyd | skimming your feet over the floor as she whirls. She laughs out loud. Floyd | "You found me!" When she puts you down again, you feel a little dizzy. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by five points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | You have so far scored 34 out of a possible 50, in 259 turns, earning Floyd | you the same level of respect as Mary Contrary's world famous green Floyd | thumb. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x mother" | ||||
Floyd | It's your mother! What's she doing here? Floyd | Floyd | "I don't think I've told you much about my new job, have I?" asks your Floyd | mother cheerfully. "I was nervous at the interview, but when I told Mr. Floyd | Dumpty about you, he said my experience as your mother qualified me for Floyd | any challenge I might face as Mother Loose." Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Hm. Lots of extra points here." | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "ask mom about kitty" | ||||
Floyd | "I suppose it followed you here all by itself?" your mother asks, Floyd | smiling. Floyd | Floyd | "I decided my first task as Mother Loose would be to fix this old Floyd | clock," explains your mother, resting her hand on one of the cables. Floyd | "It hasn't worked in years. You can't imagine how I felt when that Floyd | heavy door locked behind me, especially since summer vacation had Floyd | started and no one knew I was up here. Good thing I brought my lunch Floyd | with me." Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "I have the same level of respect as a thumb" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x clock" | ||||
Floyd | The heavy brass gears, now tarnished with age, vary in size: the Floyd | smallest would allow you to spread-eagle yourself across its surface, Floyd | hands and feet at opposite edges; the largest spans three times that Floyd | diameter. Sinewy cables as thick as your thumb disappear overhead after Floyd | running through pulleys fastened with huge iron bolts to the walls and Floyd | floor. Floyd | Floyd | "The key must have jammed the clockworks," your mother says. "When the Floyd | mouse ran up the clock, it jarred the key loose, and that's what Floyd | started these gears working again. I'll bet you could hear those bells Floyd | all the way to the forest." Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "at least it's a green thumb rather than a brown one" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "ew" | ||||
| inky says, "well, she's contrary" | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "ask mum about mum" | ||||
Floyd | "Sorry," apologizes Mother Loose. "I have so many things on my mind Floyd | right now that I just can't think straight. Let's talk about that Floyd | later." Floyd | Floyd | "I'm starving," your mother announces. "I ate the last of my lunch Floyd | yesterday, so I started my diet today." She pats her stomach and grins Floyd | at you. "Didn't get very far did I?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "no" | ||||
Floyd | "Pardon?" asks your mother. Floyd | Floyd | Sighing deeply, your mother gazes at you without saying a word. Uh, oh. Floyd | You know that look. Trouble. She crooks her finger at you to come Floyd | closer, and you step forward unwillingly, eyes focused on the floor. Floyd | Floyd | Putting one arm around your shoulders, she asks, "What am I going to do Floyd | with you?" She squats down, brushing your hair away from your face and Floyd | leaning close to whisper in your ear, "Did you think I wouldn't find Floyd | out?" Floyd | Floyd | Find out what? Your mind gallops along the course of the day, trying to Floyd | remember, trying to think, trying to figure out what kind of trouble Floyd | you're in now. Floyd | Floyd | Your mother stands up again and looks down at you from very far away. Floyd | "Before we leave, tell me the truth: did you eat from a dirty spoon you Floyd | picked up off the ground, attack the egg, break into the cottage, steal Floyd | a spinning wheel and neglect to return Mary's ladder?" Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "BUSTED" | |||
| Taleslinger says, "mothers can be so mean" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "no" | ||||
Floyd | "Your mother raises an eyebrow. "On our way home today, I think we Floyd | might discuss the difference between real life and fantasy." The Floyd | slightest of smiles tugs at her face. "Your understanding of the Floyd | subject seems a trifle vague." Floyd | Floyd | How does she do that? How on earth could she possibly know what you did Floyd | or didn't do while she was locked inside the clock tower? How, how, how Floyd | does she always find out? You'd give anything to know her secret, but Floyd | she won't tell. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score has just gone down by thirty-three points.] Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "ha ha" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Inside the Clock Tower Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||||
Floyd | Crime may not pay, but honesty carries its own price tag, as you Floyd | discovered long ago. You prepare yourself for the unpleasant Floyd | consequences of telling the truth: first, of course, comes the Floyd | inevitable parental lecture. Then, your apology, complete with a Floyd | Promise To Do Better Next Time. With any luck at all, you might reduce Floyd | your sentence with a Sincere Yet Cheerful Attitude, although if you Floyd | attempt this too soon you could end up in deeper trouble for Not Taking Floyd | Things Seriously. Floyd | Floyd | You brace yourself, ready to face the music. To your utter amazement, Floyd | you hear your mother say, "Thank you for telling me the truth. I expect Floyd | you had other things on your mind at the time." Floyd | Floyd | How does she do that? How on earth could she possibly know what you did Floyd | or didn't do while she was locked inside the clock tower? How, how, how Floyd | does she always find out? You'd give anything to know her secret, but Floyd | she won't tell. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||||
Floyd | "Pardon?" asks your mother. Floyd | Floyd | A door slams in the distance. Not a moment later, you hear footsteps Floyd | clattering up the stairs, and a breathless egg rushes into the room. Floyd | Floyd | "The clock! I heard it!" shouts the egg. "What's going on here? Who are Floyd | you? How did you get in? When did..." He stops to wipe his face with a Floyd | sweat-soaked handkerchief, peering first at you, then at your mother. Floyd | As his eyes grow accustomed to the gloom, he gasps in recognition. Floyd | "Mother Loose! Mother Loose! Is it you? Are you all right? I'm so Floyd | glad..." Then the honorable Mr. Humpty Dumpty falls over in a dead Floyd | faint. Floyd | Floyd | "Poor Mr. Dumpty," your mother sympathizes, kneeling next to the egg Floyd | and patting his limp hand. "Too much excitement." She winks at you. "By Floyd | the way, thanks for getting him down off that fence." You open your Floyd | mouth to ask how she knew, but close it again without bothering. She'll Floyd | never tell, so what's the use in asking? Floyd | Floyd | "Here, splash a little water on him," your mother suggests, handing you Floyd | a water bottle with not much water in it. You sprinkle a few drops on Floyd | the egg's eyes and they flutter a bit before one of them opens. Floyd | Groaning, the egg sits up. "It is, oh, it truly is you," he sighs Floyd | happily. Both his eyes open wide then, and he jumps...well, rises as Floyd | quickly as his awkward shape will allow. "I must inform the Floyd | authorities," he announces importantly. "Mother Loose, will you be all Floyd | right? Do you need an ambulance? I can call the king's horses and Floyd | men--pardon me, I meant troops--pardon me, I meant...oh, dear, oh, Floyd | dear, I don't know what I meant!" Floyd | Floyd | Your mother pats the egg's hand calmly. "I just need to go home and Floyd | rest for a day or two," she says. "I'm perfectly fine, really. I'll Floyd | call you tomorrow and tell you the whole story, all right?" The egg Floyd | nods and, with a quick glance over his shoulder, bustles out of the Floyd | room and down the stairs. Floyd | Floyd | Exhausted, you stand motionless in the center of the room, head down, Floyd | staring at the kitten winding in and out around your ankles. As you Floyd | watch, the kitten curls up on your foot, ready for a nap. You wiggle Floyd | your toes, but the drowsy kitten simply yawns. So do you. When you open Floyd | your eyes (you can't remember shutting them), the kitten is settled Floyd | comfortably against your mother's shoulder, purring. Floyd | Floyd | Mother Loose takes your hand in hers. "Come on, sleepyhead," she Floyd | whispers. "Time to go home." Floyd | Floyd | And you all live happily ever after. Floyd | Floyd | THE END Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga asks, "when did we attack the egg?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "push fence" | ||||
| olethros asks, "more importantly, what with?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to maga), "Inky tried to kill him." | ||||
| Ghogg asks, "so that list of things was a hint about how to get the maximum points?" | ||||
| Ghogg asks (of maga), "did you even need to ask who to blame?" | ||||
| olethros says, "ok I missed the last few turns" | ||||
| inky says, "I was going to scramble him" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "snrk" | ||||
| inky says, "I don't remember eating from the dirty spoon" | ||||
| maga says, "nor I" | ||||
| inky asks, "oh, I guess that was eating the pease porridge?" | ||||
| maga says, "maybe it's assumed if you try to eat the - right" | ||||
| Taleslinger asks, "so, there is another way to save the kitty?" | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "btw, every game seems to have a cat" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "An hour and a half to finish - not half bad." | ||||
| maga says, "Author's Cat is almost as common as Author's Dumb Apartment" | ||||
| inky asks, "did this game win something for the NPCs?" | ||||
| inky says, "ah, finalist but not a winner" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "huh. Wonder who beat it?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Mary is teh awesome." | ||||
| inky says, "once and future (NPCs), spider and web's interrogator (NPC)" | ||||
| olethros says, "rowr this game was good and one time I might play it" | ||||
| olethros says, "also, surreal in a cool way" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to inky), "Ah." | ||||
| Taleslinger says, "i wonder why there arewn't more dogs. it's always cats." | ||||
| maga asks, "hunh. did Floyd quit on us?" | ||||
| inky says (to Floyd), "look" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | "Yo, mamma!" The wolf pokes his head around the door. "Got a minute? Floyd | Ain't none of my business, but you got trouble brewin'. There's a baby Floyd | stuck in a treetop out here. When the wind blows, the cradle rocks like Floyd | a rubber duckie on the high seas. If that bough breaks, the cradle will Floyd | fall and--whammo!--down will come baby, cradle and the whole shebang, Floyd | y'know what I mean?" Floyd | Floyd | *** You have won *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In that game you scored 34 out of a possible 50, in 266 turns, earning Floyd | you the same level of respect as Mary Contrary's world famous green Floyd | thumb. 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 | Floyd | > | inky says, "ha ha" | |||
| Ghogg says (to Floyd), "amusing" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Did you know that you can rescue Mother Loose without getting into any Floyd | trouble at all? Yep, it's true. But the hints won't help you. Sorry. Floyd | (Actually, that's not quite true. The hints will help you stay out of Floyd | trouble if you manage to mess things up in a way I refuse to reveal Floyd | here.) By the way, in case you were wondering, staying out of trouble Floyd | is the only way to score all 50 points. However, a little mischief here Floyd | and there makes for a lot more fun! Below are some of the naughty deeds Floyd | you missed: Floyd | Floyd | Win friends and influence people by pulling Mary's loose tooth. Floyd | Floyd | Slam a door. Floyd | Floyd | Climb on the furniture. Floyd | Floyd | Break windows. Floyd | Floyd | Pilfer some wool. Floyd | Floyd | Rob a desk. Floyd | Floyd | Kick the cat. Floyd | Floyd | Remove Mary's placard from the bungalow door. Floyd | Floyd | Contaminate the water supply by throwing trash down the well. Floyd | Floyd | Throw the pease porridge at something (or someone). Floyd | Floyd | Lie to your mother. Floyd | Floyd | [Press a key] | olethros says, "yay" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "full" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | 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 | 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 | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "full" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | In that game you scored 34 out of a possible 50, in 266 turns, earning Floyd | you the same level of respect as Mary Contrary's world famous green Floyd | thumb. Floyd | Floyd | The score was made up as follows: Floyd | Floyd | 2 -- finding a shiny golden hairpin Floyd | 3 -- telling Mary a knock knock joke Floyd | 2 -- picking the lock on the cottage door Floyd | 3 -- borrowing the ladder with Mary's permission Floyd | 2 -- tying the yarn to the pot Floyd | 3 -- tying the yarn to the spinning wheel Floyd | 2 -- returning the shiny golden hairpin to Mary Floyd | 5 -- rescuing Humpty Dumpty Floyd | 5 -- rescuing the kitten in the well Floyd | 2 -- finding the key to the clock tower door Floyd | 5 -- finding Mother Loose Floyd | Floyd | 34 total (out of 50) 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 | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "lounge" | ||||
Floyd | Please give one of the answers above. Floyd | > | maga says, "oops" | |||
| maga disappears through an invisible gap in the MUD. You think you may have heard the sounds of chatting before the gap closed again. | Jacqueline says, "Well played, all." | |||
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