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| Jacqueline hollers, "ClubFloyd will be playing Guess the Verb! in half an hour in the Toyshop. For a good time, call maga (as I will not be present)." | Jacqueline says, "Sorry, I just wanted to say 'For a good time, call maga.'" | |||
| Jacqueline smiles. | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Man, he offers to step in and log for me, and in return I write his name on the bathroom walls of ifMUD. How cruel." | ||||
| vimes says, "hee hee" | ||||
| vimes says, "867-530plugh" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "hahaha" | ||||
| maga says, "love you too, dearest" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Okay, I should probably go. Thanks, maga, for logging; thanks, vimes, for the laugh; thanks, anyone who shows up, for playing. Sorry to be bailing on you all." | ||||
| Bert arrives, ready to play with the toys. | ||||
| Nitku arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | ||||
| maga arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | maga says, "Guess the Verb starting in a few minutes." | |||
| maga says, "All right. Jacq isn't here today, so I have stepped in" | ||||
| maga says, "today we're playing Guess the Verb! by Leonard Richardson" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "load guess" | ||||
Floyd | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to start a NEW game, RESTORE a saved game, start a Floyd | SCRIPT, or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "new" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | The smell of cotton candy, warm lemonade, and grass induces an Floyd | exciting sort of nausea in your stomach. This year (finally!), your Floyd | parents have decided that you're old enough to wander the midway of Floyd | the Avogadro County Fair without adult supervision. After sitting Floyd | through the mandatory safety lecture (a small price to pay for being Floyd | spared the Hall of Farming Implements), you are sent off to fend for Floyd | yourself for two glorious hours. Floyd | Floyd | Immediately spending three-quarters of your allotted dollar on a corn Floyd | dog, you find yourself curiously drawn by the necessities of the plot Floyd | to a brightly lit carnival booth that invites you to... Floyd | Floyd | GUESS THE VERB! Floyd | An Effective Enumeration Floyd | Copyright 2000 Leonard Richardson (leonardr@segfault.org) Floyd | Web page: http://www.crummy.com/devel/if/gtv/ Floyd | Type HELP for help, CREDITS for credits, ABOUT for... about. Floyd | Release 4 / Serial number 001210 / Inform v6.15 Library 6/10 Floyd | Floyd | Verb Guessing Booth Floyd | The cramped, brightly-lit booth before which you stand is the field of Floyd | play for a carnival game with the improbable name of "Guess The Verb". Floyd | Lalrry, the jovial natural language parser inside the booth, Floyd | broadcasts a well-rehearsed patter promising great prizes and fun for Floyd | all ages; high adventure and unbridled kleptomania. The rest of the Floyd | carnival midway lies to the northeast, and you can scamper behind the Floyd | booth to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | A large wheel of fortune is attached to the booth behind the counter, Floyd | each of its five equally-sized divisions labeled with a single word: Floyd | SCRUTINIZE, RECONFIGURE, FASTEN, DISEMBARK, and UNDO. Floyd | Floyd | As your fleshy eye momentarily catches Lalrry's roving, metallic one, Floyd | you suddenly become his most important (not to mention only) potential Floyd | customer. Lights flash on his status panel as he loads a new pitch Floyd | into extended memory. Floyd | Floyd | "Hello, little boy or girl!", bellows Lalrry in the alarming tone used Floyd | by adults who are trying to be friendly. "Wait a minute... are you a Floyd | boy or a girl? Are you a BOY or a GIRL?" Floyd | Floyd | => | maga asks, "does anybody have a preference?" | |||
| Bert says, "I think I played as a boy." | ||||
| Emily arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | Bert says, "So I'd choose girl this time." | |||
| maga says, "fine by me" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "girl" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | "And what's your name, little girl?" Floyd | Floyd | => | maga says, "heh heh heh" | |||
| Bert asks, "Jacqueline?" | ||||
| Alex says (to Bert), "Awwwk! Word on the street is that Jacqueline is isquiesque." | ||||
| Bert says, "(Or Samantha...)" | ||||
| Lucea arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | maga says, "never a good thing to put in the player's control" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "Isqui" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | "Well Isqui would you like to GUESS THE VERB!?!?! Just one shiny Floyd | quarter gets you a spin of the wheel! And you can GUESS THE VERB for Floyd | fun and prizes!" Floyd | Floyd | His pitch delivered, Lalrry switches back to broadcast mode and begins Floyd | his old banter with an occasional hopeful glance in your direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x lalrry" | ||||
Floyd | The parser looks much the way Peter Norton would look if Peter Norton Floyd | were made of stainless steel and had, instead of a head, an Ethernet Floyd | hub with two small surveillance cameras attached on top and a speaker Floyd | attached underneath. I guess what I'm trying to say is that the parser Floyd | is wearing a shirt and a tie. Floyd | Floyd | He's also wearing a straw hat and a nametag that says "Hello! My name Floyd | is LALRRY." A series of lights in his forehead monitor the traffic Floyd | that flows through an Ethernet cable plugged into where Peter Norton's Floyd | left cheek would be, which cable disappears down into the booth. Floyd | Floyd | As a natural language parser, Lalrry can deal with a reasonable subset Floyd | of some human language (English, in his case), through some Floyd | combination of recursive grammars and ad-hoc tricks. Most such parsers Floyd | were created in the 1980s to answer queries and to help people find Floyd | treasures and kill trolls. Nowadays, most parsers are working at Web Floyd | start-ups. The fact that Lalrry is working as a carnival barker does Floyd | not say much for his language handling capabilities. Floyd | Floyd | "Step right up, step right up!", says Lalrry with perfectly Floyd | synthesized heartiness. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Funky." | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x wheel" | ||||
Floyd | A sort of rotating pie chart, the wheel of fortune is about four feet Floyd | in diameter and attached to a frame which, in turn, is bolted to the Floyd | side of the booth. A plastic red arrow suspended over the top of the Floyd | wheel indicates one of the five verbs at random (currently Floyd | SCRUTINIZE), and will do so again when Lalrry spins the wheel. The Floyd | verbs currently on the pie chart are SCRUTINIZE, RECONFIGURE, FASTEN, Floyd | DISEMBARK, and UNDO, each taking up an equal slice of the pie. Floyd | Floyd | "It's time to GUESS THE VERB!", declares Lalrry, although he offers no Floyd | evidence to back this up. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga asks, "does anybody know if there's any timing-sensitive stuff in this?" | |||
| maga asks, "i.e. do we need a driver?" | ||||
| maga says, "I don't remember any but it has been eight years" | ||||
| Bert says, "I *think* you can retry stuff if you screw it up." | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | You are a perfectly normal eleven-year-old girl, not yet aware of Floyd | anything more interesting than video games or dinosaurs. Floyd | Floyd | "One shiny quarter gets you a spin of the wheel!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a tarnished quarter Floyd | a corn dog Floyd | your identity bracelet (being worn) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a tarnished quarter Floyd | a corn dog Floyd | your identity bracelet (being worn) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "eat quarter" | ||||
Floyd | That's plainly lacking the "edible" flag. Floyd | Floyd | Lalrry briefly pulls you aside. "The crowned heads of Europe have Floyd | guessed verbs at my booth," he says confidentially. "The Queen Mum was Floyd | quite keen on PARTITION, although the King of France would hear of Floyd | nothing but JUMP--SAUTER, rather, I should say." Somehow you doubt Floyd | this. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x bracelet" | ||||
Floyd | A white plastic embarassment which your parents make you wear on those Floyd | rare occasions on which you are allowed off on your own. In little red Floyd | letters just above your wrist, it says "My name is _ISQUI_. In case of Floyd | emergency, call my mother's cell phone at (210) 603-3999." Floyd | Floyd | Lalrry briefly pulls you aside. "The crowned heads of Europe have Floyd | guessed verbs at my booth," he says confidentially. "The Queen Mum was Floyd | quite keen on PARTITION, although the King of France would hear of Floyd | nothing but JUMP--SAUTER, rather, I should say." Somehow you doubt Floyd | this. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "give quarter to lalrry" | ||||
Floyd | Lalrry takes the quarter and scrutinizes it carefully. "Sorry, Isqui," Floyd | he says, handing the coin back to you. "This is not a shiny quarter." Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks, "Is anyone else now wondering what that's the number for?" | |||
| Bert says, "It's in the San Antonio area." | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Verb Guessing Booth Floyd | The cramped, brightly-lit booth before which you stand is the field of Floyd | play for a carnival game with the improbable name of "Guess The Verb". Floyd | Lalrry, the jovial natural language parser inside the booth, Floyd | broadcasts a well-rehearsed patter promising great prizes and fun for Floyd | all ages; high adventure and unbridled kleptomania. The rest of the Floyd | carnival midway lies to the northeast, and you can scamper behind the Floyd | booth to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | A large wheel of fortune is attached to the booth behind the counter, Floyd | each of its five equally-sized divisions labeled with a single word: Floyd | SCRUTINIZE, RECONFIGURE, FASTEN, DISEMBARK, and UNDO. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Behind the Booths Floyd | You are in a shadowy alcove, surrounded by the canvas backs of several Floyd | carnival booths. The music and bustle of the midway seems very far Floyd | away, and a harvest moon illuminates the wet grass of the fairgrounds Floyd | and the makeshift walls that surround you. Floyd | Floyd | The glinting tip of a small metal box peeks out from beneath the verb Floyd | guessing booth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x box" | ||||
Floyd | The metal box is about the size of a deck of cards and is decorated Floyd | with black plastic trim. An LED and two switches (one orange, the Floyd | other blue) are mounted on the front of the box, and a cord runs from Floyd | either end up into the booth. Floyd | Floyd | The LED is currently glowing green. Both switches are in the on Floyd | position. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x moon" | ||||
Floyd | The light from the harvest moon seems magical tonight. If Neil Young Floyd | were here, he would undoubtedly write a song about it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "open box" | ||||
Floyd | That's not something you can open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "get moon" | ||||
Floyd | You are insane. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Small group this week." | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "press orange switch" | ||||
Floyd | It is fixed in place. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks, "Perhaps the main driver should be someone who hasn't played yet, if there is anyone?" | |||
| maga says, "that would be ideal" | ||||
| maga says, "but it doesn't look as if we have anyone" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x cord" | ||||
Floyd | The cords run from either end of a metal box up into the booth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "clean quarter" | ||||
Floyd | Your valiant attempt fails to noticeably improve the quarter's looks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "turn off orange switch" | ||||
Floyd | You switch the orange switch off. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "although probably we shouldn't be playing with these until we know Lalrry's normal behaviour" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Behind the Booths Floyd | You are in a shadowy alcove, surrounded by the canvas backs of several Floyd | carnival booths. The music and bustle of the midway seems very far Floyd | away, and a harvest moon illuminates the wet grass of the fairgrounds Floyd | and the makeshift walls that surround you. Floyd | Floyd | The glinting tip of a small metal box peeks out from beneath the verb Floyd | guessing booth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Verb Guessing Booth Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "verbose" | ||||
Floyd | GUESS THE VERB! is now in its "verbose" mode, which always gives long Floyd | descriptions of locations (even if you've been there before). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Verb Guessing Booth Floyd | The cramped, brightly-lit booth before which you stand is the field of Floyd | play for a carnival game with the improbable name of "Guess The Verb". Floyd | Lalrry, the jovial natural language parser inside the booth, Floyd | broadcasts a well-rehearsed patter promising great prizes and fun for Floyd | all ages; high adventure and unbridled kleptomania. The rest of the Floyd | carnival midway lies to the northeast, and you can scamper behind the Floyd | booth to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | A large wheel of fortune is attached to the booth behind the counter, Floyd | each of its five equally-sized divisions labeled with a single word: Floyd | SCRUTINIZE, RECONFIGURE, FASTEN, DISEMBARK, and UNDO. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | The Midway Floyd | The lights and noise of the midway seem hollow and dull compared to Floyd | the aura of excitement you felt at the verb guessing booth. You survey Floyd | the sights around you as though through different eyes: the Floyd | merry-go-round, the concession stand--they seem so pedestrian now. You Floyd | feel a strange attraction pulling you back towards the southwest, as Floyd | though a ham-handed author were trying to place hints into the room Floyd | description that the game would progress a lot faster if you went back Floyd | to the verb guessing booth already. Floyd | Floyd | If you really want to, though, you can go east to rejoin your parents Floyd | and end the game. Floyd | Floyd | You can't help but notice a small but obtrusive quarter shining Floyd | machine squatting here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x machine" | ||||
Floyd | The quarter shining machine sits in the middle of a line of similar Floyd | machines which accept coins of smaller denomination, like pennies, and Floyd | do more interesting things to them, like smush them up and imprint Floyd | them with touristy slogans. In the face of such intense competition, Floyd | the quarter shining machine has taken to mimicry, hoping to trap Floyd | unsuspecting coins intended for a less boring (if also less shiny) Floyd | fate in another machine. Floyd | Floyd | Its innards are exposed, an unnecessarily complicated mesh of shiny Floyd | gears and pistons. A prominent notice on the side of the machine Floyd | assures you with alarming urgency that the practice of quarter-shining Floyd | is legal under federal statute BH-2510958. The coin tray has two Floyd | quarter-shaped slots; the left one to contain payment and the right to Floyd | contain the quarter you want shined and dropped into the receptacle Floyd | near the bottom of the machine. Floyd | Floyd | The left coin slot is empty. The right coin slot is also empty. The Floyd | receptacle is also also empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x left slot" | ||||
Floyd | A small, round slot in the coin tray. It would just hold a quarter. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "this is a losing proposition" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a tarnished quarter Floyd | a corn dog Floyd | your identity bracelet (being worn) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x corn dog" | ||||
Floyd | The corn dog is a curious creature. Its life cycle begins when the Floyd | larval corn dog is cooked and put on a stick. The corn dog is dipped Floyd | in batter to form a cocoon and fried. Inside the batter cocoon, the Floyd | baby corn dog metamorphoses into an adult phase which is then Floyd | purchased, slathered with mustard, and eaten. The rumbling of your Floyd | stomach tells you that the end is near for this particular corn dog. Floyd | We will miss you, corn dog. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "aw. I am sad that Jacq was not here for the corn dog" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "eat corn dog" | ||||
Floyd | My, that was a yummy corn dog! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "kick machine" | ||||
Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "push machine" | ||||
Floyd | It is fixed in place. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "dammit where is my second quarter" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | The Midway Floyd | The lights and noise of the midway seem hollow and dull compared to Floyd | the aura of excitement you felt at the verb guessing booth. You survey Floyd | the sights around you as though through different eyes: the Floyd | merry-go-round, the concession stand--they seem so pedestrian now. You Floyd | feel a strange attraction pulling you back towards the southwest, as Floyd | though a ham-handed author were trying to place hints into the room Floyd | description that the game would progress a lot faster if you went back Floyd | to the verb guessing booth already. Floyd | Floyd | If you really want to, though, you can go east to rejoin your parents Floyd | and end the game. Floyd | Floyd | You can't help but notice a small but obtrusive quarter shining Floyd | machine squatting here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x stand" | ||||
Floyd | The concession stand offers a variety of deep-fried and/or sugary Floyd | items, for a price. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x merry-go-round" | ||||
Floyd | The merry-go-round does not seem as merry to you anymore. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Verb Guessing Booth Floyd | The cramped, brightly-lit booth before which you stand is the field of Floyd | play for a carnival game with the improbable name of "Guess The Verb". Floyd | Lalrry, the jovial natural language parser inside the booth, Floyd | broadcasts a well-rehearsed patter promising great prizes and fun for Floyd | all ages; high adventure and unbridled kleptomania. The rest of the Floyd | carnival midway lies to the northeast, and you can scamper behind the Floyd | booth to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | A large wheel of fortune is attached to the booth behind the counter, Floyd | each of its five equally-sized divisions labeled with a single word: Floyd | SCRUTINIZE, RECONFIGURE, FASTEN, DISEMBARK, and UNDO. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x booth" | ||||
Floyd | The Guess the Verb booth is small and liberally stocked with stuffed Floyd | animals, gewgaws, jimcracks, heehaws, and spistacks, all intended as Floyd | prizes for successful guessers of the verb. A large wheel with five Floyd | divisions dominates the center of the booth, and it is to this wheel Floyd | that your friend the parser gestures quite emphatically. One might Floyd | even say spastically. "Spastically." There, I said it. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "well, I don't see any obvious quarter-hiding places, and we are too puny a child for the proper solution to vending-machine puzzles" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "hint" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "help" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Guess The Verb! Floyd | N = next subject P = previous Floyd | RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd | Floyd | There is information provided on the following: Floyd | Floyd | > What is IF? Floyd | Introduction to IF Concepts Floyd | Sample Transcript Floyd | About This Game Floyd | Credits Floyd | License Floyd | Hints Floyd | Budget Walkthru Floyd | | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Guess The Verb! Floyd | N = next subject P = previous Floyd | RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd | Floyd | There is information provided on the following: Floyd | Floyd | What is IF? Floyd | > Introduction to IF Concepts Floyd | Sample Transcript Floyd | About This Game Floyd | Credits Floyd | License Floyd | Hints Floyd | Budget Walkthru Floyd | | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Guess The Verb! Floyd | N = next subject P = previous Floyd | RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd | Floyd | There is information provided on the following: Floyd | Floyd | What is IF? Floyd | Introduction to IF Concepts Floyd | > Sample Transcript Floyd | About This Game Floyd | Credits Floyd | License Floyd | Hints Floyd | Budget Walkthru Floyd | | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Guess The Verb! Floyd | N = next subject P = previous Floyd | RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd | Floyd | There is information provided on the following: Floyd | Floyd | What is IF? Floyd | Introduction to IF Concepts Floyd | Sample Transcript Floyd | > About This Game Floyd | Credits Floyd | License Floyd | Hints Floyd | Budget Walkthru Floyd | | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Guess The Verb! Floyd | N = next subject P = previous Floyd | RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd | Floyd | There is information provided on the following: Floyd | Floyd | What is IF? Floyd | Introduction to IF Concepts Floyd | Sample Transcript Floyd | About This Game Floyd | > Credits Floyd | License Floyd | Hints Floyd | Budget Walkthru Floyd | | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Guess The Verb! Floyd | N = next subject P = previous Floyd | RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd | Floyd | There is information provided on the following: Floyd | Floyd | What is IF? Floyd | Introduction to IF Concepts Floyd | Sample Transcript Floyd | About This Game Floyd | Credits Floyd | > License Floyd | Hints Floyd | Budget Walkthru Floyd | | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Guess The Verb! Floyd | N = next subject P = previous Floyd | RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd | Floyd | There is information provided on the following: Floyd | Floyd | What is IF? Floyd | Introduction to IF Concepts Floyd | Sample Transcript Floyd | About This Game Floyd | Credits Floyd | License Floyd | > Hints Floyd | Budget Walkthru Floyd | | ||||
| maga presses the yellow enter button. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Clues Floyd | N = next subject P = previous Floyd | RETURN = read subject Q = previous menu Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > The Carnival Floyd | The Scenarios in General Floyd | The Spaceship Floyd | The Laboratory Floyd | The College Floyd | The Cave Floyd | The Castle Floyd | | ||||
| maga presses the yellow enter button. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | The Carnival Floyd | N = next subject P = previous Floyd | RETURN = read subject Q = previous menu Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > What am I trying to do? Floyd | Why won't Lalrry accept my quarter? Floyd | How can I shine my tarnished quarter? Floyd | So how do I get to play the game? Floyd | So I win every time, is that your little game? Floyd | | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | The Carnival Floyd | N = next subject P = previous Floyd | RETURN = read subject Q = previous menu Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | What am I trying to do? Floyd | > Why won't Lalrry accept my quarter? Floyd | How can I shine my tarnished quarter? Floyd | So how do I get to play the game? Floyd | So I win every time, is that your little game? Floyd | | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | The Carnival Floyd | N = next subject P = previous Floyd | RETURN = read subject Q = previous menu Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | What am I trying to do? Floyd | Why won't Lalrry accept my quarter? Floyd | > How can I shine my tarnished quarter? Floyd | So how do I get to play the game? Floyd | So I win every time, is that your little game? Floyd | | ||||
| maga presses the yellow enter button. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | (Press H for another hint, or SPACE to return.) Floyd | Floyd | You need to use the quarter shining machine on the midway. Floyd | | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "h" | ||||
Floyd | It costs a quarter. Floyd | | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "h" | ||||
Floyd | But you only have the one quarter. Floyd | | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "h" | ||||
Floyd | In fact, at any given point in the game you will have at most one Floyd | quarter. Floyd | | Emily says, "rar" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "h" | ||||
Floyd | So you can't shine anything. Floyd | Floyd | [Please press SPACE.] | ||||
| maga pushes the green 'space' button. | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | The Carnival Floyd | N = next subject P = previous Floyd | RETURN = read subject Q = previous menu Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | What am I trying to do? Floyd | Why won't Lalrry accept my quarter? Floyd | > How can I shine my tarnished quarter? Floyd | So how do I get to play the game? Floyd | So I win every time, is that your little game? Floyd | | maga says, "so I guess we need to mess with the switches" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "q" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | The Spaceship Floyd | N = next subject P = previous Floyd | RETURN = read subject Q = previous menu Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > What's going on? Floyd | I can't leave the ship! Floyd | Where are my parents? Floyd | Is this the sort of game where hostile symbionts infect my body? Floyd | | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "q" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Clues Floyd | N = next subject P = previous Floyd | RETURN = read subject Q = previous menu Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > The Carnival Floyd | The Scenarios in General Floyd | The Spaceship Floyd | The Laboratory Floyd | The College Floyd | The Cave Floyd | The Castle Floyd | | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "q" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Guess The Verb! Floyd | N = next subject P = previous Floyd | RETURN = read subject Q = resume game Floyd | Floyd | There is information provided on the following: Floyd | Floyd | What is IF? Floyd | Introduction to IF Concepts Floyd | Sample Transcript Floyd | About This Game Floyd | Credits Floyd | License Floyd | > Hints Floyd | Budget Walkthru Floyd | | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "q" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Verb Guessing Booth Floyd | The cramped, brightly-lit booth before which you stand is the field of Floyd | play for a carnival game with the improbable name of "Guess The Verb". Floyd | Lalrry, the jovial natural language parser inside the booth, Floyd | broadcasts a well-rehearsed patter promising great prizes and fun for Floyd | all ages; high adventure and unbridled kleptomania. The rest of the Floyd | carnival midway lies to the northeast, and you can scamper behind the Floyd | booth to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | A large wheel of fortune is attached to the booth behind the counter, Floyd | each of its five equally-sized divisions labeled with a single word: Floyd | SCRUTINIZE, RECONFIGURE, FASTEN, DISEMBARK, and UNDO. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Behind the Booths Floyd | You are in a shadowy alcove, surrounded by the canvas backs of several Floyd | carnival booths. The music and bustle of the midway seems very far Floyd | away, and a harvest moon illuminates the wet grass of the fairgrounds Floyd | and the makeshift walls that surround you. Floyd | Floyd | The glinting tip of a small metal box peeks out from beneath the verb Floyd | guessing booth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x box" | ||||
Floyd | The metal box is about the size of a deck of cards and is decorated Floyd | with black plastic trim. An LED and two switches (one orange, the Floyd | other blue) are mounted on the front of the box, and a cord runs from Floyd | either end up into the booth. Floyd | Floyd | The LED is currently glowing green. The blue switch is in the on Floyd | position, and the orange switch is in the off position. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Verb Guessing Booth Floyd | The cramped, brightly-lit booth before which you stand is the field of Floyd | play for a carnival game with the improbable name of "Guess The Verb". Floyd | Lalrry, the jovial natural language parser inside the booth, Floyd | broadcasts a well-rehearsed patter promising great prizes and fun for Floyd | all ages; high adventure and unbridled kleptomania. The rest of the Floyd | carnival midway lies to the northeast, and you can scamper behind the Floyd | booth to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | A large wheel of fortune is attached to the booth behind the counter, Floyd | each of its five equally-sized divisions labeled with a single word: Floyd | SCRUTINIZE, RECONFIGURE, FASTEN, DISEMBARK, and UNDO. Floyd | Floyd | Lalrry babbles a bit about some computer game or other. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "give quarter to lalrry" | ||||
Floyd | "Yuck!", says Lalrry, rejecting your offer. "A tarnished!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Behind the Booths Floyd | You are in a shadowy alcove, surrounded by the canvas backs of several Floyd | carnival booths. The music and bustle of the midway seems very far Floyd | away, and a harvest moon illuminates the wet grass of the fairgrounds Floyd | and the makeshift walls that surround you. Floyd | Floyd | The glinting tip of a small metal box peeks out from beneath the verb Floyd | guessing booth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "push blue switch" | ||||
Floyd | It is fixed in place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "turn off blue switch" | ||||
Floyd | As you flip the switch, the LED suddenly goes dark. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||||
| maga arrives, full of fun and funk. | maga says, "oops" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Verb Guessing Booth Floyd | The cramped, brightly-lit booth before which you stand is the field of Floyd | play for a carnival game with the improbable name of "Guess The Verb". Floyd | Lalrry, the once-jovial natural language parser inside the booth, now Floyd | seems oddly unable to move or speak. The rest of the carnival midway Floyd | lies to the northeast, and you can scamper behind the booth to the Floyd | southeast. Floyd | Floyd | A large wheel of fortune is attached to the booth behind the counter, Floyd | each of its five equally-sized divisions labeled with a single word: Floyd | SCRUTINIZE, RECONFIGURE, FASTEN, DISEMBARK, and UNDO. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "give quarter to lalrry" | ||||
Floyd | At the moment, Lalrry doesn't seem interested in the tarnished Floyd | quarter, or indeed in much of anything. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Behind the Booths Floyd | You are in a shadowy alcove, surrounded by the canvas backs of several Floyd | carnival booths. The music and bustle of the midway seems very far Floyd | away, and a harvest moon illuminates the wet grass of the fairgrounds Floyd | and the makeshift walls that surround you. Floyd | Floyd | The glinting tip of a small metal box peeks out from beneath the verb Floyd | guessing booth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "turn on orange switch" | ||||
Floyd | As you flip the switch, the LED suddenly lights up green. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||||
| maga arrives, full of fun and funk. | maga says, "DAMMIT" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Verb Guessing Booth Floyd | The cramped, brightly-lit booth before which you stand is the field of Floyd | play for a carnival game with the improbable name of "Guess The Verb". Floyd | Lalrry, the jovial natural language parser inside the booth, Floyd | broadcasts a well-rehearsed patter promising great prizes and fun for Floyd | all ages; high adventure and unbridled kleptomania. The rest of the Floyd | carnival midway lies to the northeast, and you can scamper behind the Floyd | booth to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | A large wheel of fortune is attached to the booth behind the counter, Floyd | each of its five equally-sized divisions labeled with a single word: Floyd | SCRUTINIZE, RECONFIGURE, FASTEN, DISEMBARK, and UNDO. Floyd | Floyd | "It's time to GUESS THE VERB!", declares Lalrry, although he offers no Floyd | evidence to back this up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "give quarter to lalrry" | ||||
Floyd | Lalrry gladly takes the quarter from your outstretched palm. With the Floyd | flair of a showman, he tosses it into the air and catches it in his Floyd | shirt pocket. Stepping back, he indicates the wheel. Floyd | Floyd | [To guess a verb, use "GUESS [verb]"; for example, "GUESS DISLIKE"] Floyd | Floyd | "Guess a verb, verb!", says Lalrry, indicating the wheel of fortune. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga asks, "any preferences?" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "guess disambiguate" | ||||
Floyd | "Sorry, that's not on the wheel!" Floyd | Floyd | "Guess a verb, verb!", says Lalrry, indicating the wheel of fortune. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "guess reconfigure" | ||||
Floyd | "Hey, guess! And so I spin the wheel..." Floyd | Floyd | Lalrry gives the wheel a good push and it begins rapidly rotating, Floyd | spinning faster now, now slowly winding down until it...stops...on... Floyd | Floyd | FASTEN Floyd | Floyd | Lalrry shrugs and says "Luck next time!" Floyd | Floyd | You shrug too, and try to look nonchalant, but you feel a hollowness Floyd | in the pit in your stomach which is something more than simple Floyd | disappointment. The lights of the midway seem uncomfortably close, the Floyd | music incessant and loud. You wonder if you aren't coming down with Floyd | something, and blink to clear the glare from your eyes. Floyd | Floyd | Suddenly you are falling. Floyd | Floyd | You claw at the air, then at the unidentifiable blurs that race past Floyd | you, then at your own body, which is unaccountably absent from this Floyd | mad scene. You open your hypothetical mouth and emit a potential Floyd | scream which never quite materializes, and then with the feeling of Floyd | suddenly waking up from a nightmare, you are somewhere else. Floyd | Floyd | And a little dwarf is in the room with you. Floyd | Floyd | ********************************************************************** Floyd | ********** Floyd | Floyd | He's relatively young, as dwarves go; only about a hundred or so. At Floyd | first he starts, surprised to meet a human one-on-one, but he quickly Floyd | remembers his manners, and, doffing his miner's helmet, bows low. Floyd | "Duran son of Czadhan, at your service." Floyd | Floyd | You return the bow to the extent your heavy sack will allow. "Isqui, Floyd | at yours." Floyd | Floyd | "By the load you bear," says he, indicating his own bulging backpack, Floyd | "I see the factors that brought me to scenic Wyrmsworth Caverns have Floyd | been at work upon you as well." Floyd | Floyd | "Love of the underground realms," you reply. Floyd | Floyd | Duran nods, and, with a twinkle in his eye, acknowledges the one Floyd | strongest commonality, so often unstated, between human and dwarf. Floyd | Floyd | "And greed." Floyd | Floyd | Slate Room Floyd | The floor of this room is covered with shattered pieces of slate, Floyd | peeled off from the ceiling above. The glow of your lantern is Floyd | swallowed up by the dark material of which the ceiling, floor, and Floyd | walls are made. There is a wide, rounded portal to the northwest, a Floyd | narrower entrance to the south, and a passage to the north which opens Floyd | up after a little way. Floyd | Floyd | Duran the dwarf stands beside you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "ask duran about lantern" | ||||
Floyd | "Nice brass." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "ask duran about slate" | ||||
Floyd | "Fairly low-grade slate." Floyd | Floyd | > | Lucea says, "I could go around asking Duran about everything but that might not be productive" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ask duran about orthoclase" | ||||
Floyd | There is no reply. Floyd | Floyd | Duran rests his hand momentarily on the haft of his axe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a wristwatch with compass (being worn) Floyd | a canister of vintage celluloid Floyd | a copy of the Clamshell Book Floyd | a Sack of Infinite Capacity (which is open) Floyd | a jade idol Floyd | the McGuffin Floyd | a brass lantern (providing light) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x wristwatch" | ||||
Floyd | A combination wristwatch and compass, indispensable for any Floyd | adventurer. The current time is 184.50 AST. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x canister" | ||||
Floyd | A canister of celluloid, labeled "Nov. 1921 - B. Keaton." Not the sort Floyd | of treasure one normally expects to find in a cave, but valuable Floyd | nonetheless. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x copy" | ||||
Floyd | A white book with a blue spine, entitled "Dungeon Exploration". Floyd | There's a picture of a giant clamshell on the cover, thus the Floyd | nickname. Flipping through the book brings nothing to your eye that Floyd | seems relevant to your current situation. Floyd | Floyd | You hear echoing voices from the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x sack" | ||||
Floyd | The Sack of Infinite Capacity is truly a wondrous device. No matter Floyd | how many things you put into it, it never fills or becomes too heavy Floyd | to carry. The depressing thing is that this makes the sack much more Floyd | valuable than just about anything you might find to put in it. Floyd | Floyd | You hear echoing voices from the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x idol" | ||||
Floyd | A jade idol of a great and terrible god, probably once an integral Floyd | part of some ritual ceremony. Oh well, defilement is all in a day's Floyd | work! Floyd | Floyd | You hear echoing voices from the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x mcguffin" | ||||
Floyd | It seems to shift under your gaze--now an ankh-shaped amulet, now the Floyd | deed to an orphanage, now a piece of futuristic machinery. In another Floyd | world, perhaps, this item would complete your quest. Now, however, it Floyd | is merely one of many treasures you wish to find. Floyd | Floyd | A group of tourists, led by a trollish guide, enters from the north. Floyd | Floyd | Duran strokes his beard a moment in thought. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x tourists" | ||||
Floyd | A group of fat, belching tourists congregates around a frazzled Floyd | trollish tour guide who reluctantly explains the wonders of Floyd | treasure-laden Wyrmsworth Caverns. Most of the tourists are dwarves or Floyd | orcs, and each appears to have won his or her local Loudest Hawaiian Floyd | Shirt competition before moving on to the regionals here in the cave. Floyd | Floyd | "The slate room, here, was once a mine which provided much of the Floyd | state's slate, from 1941 until the cave complex was made a national Floyd | park in 1973." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x troll" | ||||
Floyd | A young bleary-eyed troll points out interesting formations to the Floyd | spellbound tourists, occasionally dropping hints relating to the Floyd | wondrous treasures to be found in the Wyrmsworth complex. His Floyd | flip-flop sandals slap against the cave floor as he walks slowly Floyd | backwards, gesturing and pointing. Floyd | Floyd | A dwarvish child trips over a thick slab of slate, skinning her knees. Floyd | The guide and the child's parents help her up and dust her off. Floyd | Floyd | "Um, to the northwest, here," says the guide, "we have one of the most Floyd | spectacular sights to grace Wyrmsworth Caverns." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The tour leaves to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | "Tourists!" Duran snorts derisively, lowering his voice. "They come to Floyd | the caverns and what do they do? They take pictures! I don't know why Floyd | the cave trolls put up with it. These orcs and Southern dwarves know Floyd | nothing of a good adventure." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Geode Room Floyd | The large quartz crystals that cover the rounded walls of this small Floyd | room give you the feeling of being inside an oversized geode. The Floyd | lamplight reflects, and reflects, and reflects again from the Floyd | glittering display that surrounds you. The crystals are clear near the Floyd | ceiling at the far end of the room, but gradually take on a purplish Floyd | sheen towards the exit to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | A group of tourists sloughs its way through the caverns. Floyd | Floyd | "This is what we call the 'geode room', because it resembles the Floyd | inside of a geode. It's not really a geode, though. The quartzite Floyd | crystals are part of a quartz vein that runs through this area, and Floyd | were caused by dwaeomer-oxidization as this whole section of rock was Floyd | undergoing magical erosion about twenty thousand years ago." Floyd | Floyd | Duran whistles appreciatively at the crystals, even though they are Floyd | valueless quartz. Apparently dwarves can appreciate beauty even Floyd | unalloyed by riches. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Taleslinger arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | maga says, "hey Tale" | |||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "x crystals" | ||||
Floyd | Myriad glittering crystals cover the walls and ceiling of this room. Floyd | An awesome sight. Floyd | Floyd | "I'd like to point out that the stunning beauty of the geode room is Floyd | reminiscent of the great riches that are hidden within Wyrmsworth, Floyd | waiting to be discovered by intrepid adventurers. In fact, as recently Floyd | as 1996, a diamond the size of a cockatoo's egg was found near here." Floyd | The guide pauses, searching his audience for signs of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "ask guide about diamond" | ||||
Floyd | "The Cockatoo's Egg Diamond is a flawless blue diamond, considered Floyd | priceless by many," says the guide. "It's indicative of the many Floyd | treasures still to be found in the caves." He gives you a theatrical Floyd | wink. Floyd | Floyd | "Well," says the guide. "This is just about the halfway point on our Floyd | tour... follow me, please." Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "Hey, folks. Small group today." | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The tour leaves to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Slate Room Floyd | The floor of this room is covered with shattered pieces of slate, Floyd | peeled off from the ceiling above. The glow of your lantern is Floyd | swallowed up by the dark material of which the ceiling, floor, and Floyd | walls are made. There is a wide, rounded portal to the northwest, a Floyd | narrower entrance to the south, and a passage to the north which opens Floyd | up after a little way. Floyd | Floyd | A group of tourists sloughs its way through the caverns. Floyd | Floyd | "Will we be seeing any stalagmites on this tour?", asks an elderly Floyd | orc. Floyd | Floyd | Duran follows you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "ask guide about stalagmites" | ||||
Floyd | "Those form on the cave floor." Floyd | Floyd | "Yes, of course," says the guide. "After all, what would a cave tour Floyd | be without stalagmites? Actually, we're on our way to the stalagmites Floyd | right now, if you'll just follow me up this slope." The guide glances Floyd | behind him, not anxious to trip over a chunk of slate as he walks. Floyd | Floyd | > | Lucea says, "bah, I forget which were the funny ones" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "take slate" | ||||
Floyd | The slate stains your fingers, and is insufficiently valuable to carry Floyd | around anyway. Floyd | Floyd | The tour leaves to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Under the Bridge Floyd | You are in a chasm, studded with stalagmites, running from the north Floyd | to the southeast. A swaying rope bridge runs from west to east, far Floyd | above your head. Floyd | Floyd | A group of tourists sloughs its way through the caverns. Floyd | Floyd | "Here are, uh, the stalagmites," says the guide, waving in their Floyd | direction. "These were formed by gradual accretion of--" Floyd | Floyd | "Excuse me," says an elf, pointing a delicate finger toward a Floyd | stalagmite nearly as tall and thin as she is, "I thought these were Floyd | stalactites, these on the bottom." Floyd | Floyd | Duran follows you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger asks, "who's duran?" | |||
| maga says, "our dwarf friend" | ||||
| maga says, "and fellow plunderer of treasure" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x slalagmites" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x stalagmites" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the nondescript stalagmites or Stalagmite 13? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "13" | ||||
Floyd | A particularly large stalagmite. Apart from its size and the crude Floyd | "13" carved into it, it is unremarkable. Floyd | Floyd | "No, that's a common misconception," says the troll. "Stalactites are Floyd | formations that accrete from the ceiling. Stalagmites are those that Floyd | accrete on the cave floor, such as this one, Stalagmite 13." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "ask troll about 13" | ||||
Floyd | "No one knows the real meaning of the carving. Or if they do, they're Floyd | not telling." Floyd | Floyd | "This chasm we're in extends a little to the south," says the guide, Floyd | pointing down the narrowing gulf. "Er, southeast, I suppose. But we'd Floyd | never all fit down there, so this is as far as we'll go there. We'll Floyd | start making our way back to the stairs, now." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x bridge" | ||||
Floyd | Made of ropes and wood, the bridge sways high above your head. Floyd | Floyd | The tour leaves to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger asks, "can we sneak away?" | |||
| Taleslinger says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Chasm End Floyd | The chasm ends here, its walls narrowing to nothing. You can only Floyd | proceed back to the northwest. Floyd | Floyd | There are rare stamps here! Floyd | Floyd | Duran follows you. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "we're only following the tour because we're trying to see what they do, yeah" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "take stamps" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x stamps" | ||||
Floyd | Misprints, first-day covers, you name it. Floyd | Floyd | Duran takes a lump of coal out of his pocket and offers you a piece. Floyd | When you decline, he shrugs and bites into it, chewing with gusto. Floyd | Floyd | > | Taleslinger says, "oops, sorry" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Under the Bridge Floyd | You are in a chasm, studded with stalagmites, running from the north Floyd | to the southeast. A swaying rope bridge runs from west to east, far Floyd | above your head. Floyd | Floyd | Duran follows you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Slate Room Floyd | The floor of this room is covered with shattered pieces of slate, Floyd | peeled off from the ceiling above. The glow of your lantern is Floyd | swallowed up by the dark material of which the ceiling, floor, and Floyd | walls are made. There is a wide, rounded portal to the northwest, a Floyd | narrower entrance to the south, and a passage to the north which opens Floyd | up after a little way. Floyd | Floyd | Duran follows you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Geode Room Floyd | The large quartz crystals that cover the rounded walls of this small Floyd | room give you the feeling of being inside an oversized geode. The Floyd | lamplight reflects, and reflects, and reflects again from the Floyd | glittering display that surrounds you. The crystals are clear near the Floyd | ceiling at the far end of the room, but gradually take on a purplish Floyd | sheen towards the exit to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | Duran follows you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Slate Room Floyd | The floor of this room is covered with shattered pieces of slate, Floyd | peeled off from the ceiling above. The glow of your lantern is Floyd | swallowed up by the dark material of which the ceiling, floor, and Floyd | walls are made. There is a wide, rounded portal to the northwest, a Floyd | narrower entrance to the south, and a passage to the north which opens Floyd | up after a little way. Floyd | Floyd | Duran follows you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Huge Room Floyd | This room is so large, it makes you claustrophobic. You cannot help Floyd | but think how far underground you must be, that a cave ceiling might Floyd | be so impossibly high without opening to blue sky. The tremendous mass Floyd | of empty air above you seems to press harder than mere rock ever Floyd | could. But you cannot look away, for running down the walls are Floyd | breathtaking waterfalls of stone, enormous calcite formations that Floyd | seem to have been formed from the discarded candles of a million Floyd | million visitors. Sloping arches form stone awnings over paths to the Floyd | south and northeast, and a tight crawl leads west. Floyd | Floyd | You hear echoing voices from the northeast. Floyd | Floyd | As Duran enters the room, he lets out a chuckling roar. "By the Floyd | gods!", he murmurs. "This splendid room would make a dining hall Floyd | worthy of the dwarves of old!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Winding Stairway Floyd | A winding stairway reaches up into the blackness here. Another natural Floyd | chimney; about a hundred feet up, it opens up to a large room to the Floyd | southwest (accessible to you through an arch). Far above you, you can Floyd | hear the sounds of someone, as yet invisible, slowly rappeling down. Floyd | Floyd | A group of tourists sloughs its way through the caverns. Floyd | Floyd | As the old tour group begins to disappear into the darkness above, the Floyd | new guide clears his throat, preparing to begin his tour. Floyd | Floyd | Duran follows you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | You and Duran climb the stairway for several minutes, but seem no Floyd | closer to the cave exit than before. Winded, the two of you rest a Floyd | while and come back down. Floyd | Floyd | "Okay," says the new guide, "here we are near the winding stair, where Floyd | our tour of the lower levels will begin and end -- should take about Floyd | thirty turns." Floyd | Floyd | Duran rests his hand momentarily on the haft of his axe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Huge Room Floyd | This room is so large, it makes you claustrophobic. You cannot help Floyd | but think how far underground you must be, that a cave ceiling might Floyd | be so impossibly high without opening to blue sky. The tremendous mass Floyd | of empty air above you seems to press harder than mere rock ever Floyd | could. But you cannot look away, for running down the walls are Floyd | breathtaking waterfalls of stone, enormous calcite formations that Floyd | seem to have been formed from the discarded candles of a million Floyd | million visitors. Sloping arches form stone awnings over paths to the Floyd | south and northeast, and a tight crawl leads west. Floyd | Floyd | You hear echoing voices from the northeast. Floyd | Floyd | Duran follows you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | East-West Crawl Floyd | A stooped, gravely crawl that tightens to the west. The sloping tunnel Floyd | at the west end would be impassable for an adult, but a determined Floyd | eleven-year-old should be able to squeeze through it. (What luck! You Floyd | happen to be a determined eleven-year-old!) Even if you weren't, you'd Floyd | still be able to back out to the east, where the crawl abruptly opens Floyd | up into a much larger room. Floyd | Floyd | There is a bowling trophy here! Floyd | Floyd | Duran follows you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "take bowling trophy" | ||||
Floyd | (putting the rare stamps into the Sack of Infinite Capacity to make Floyd | room) Floyd | (putting the canister of vintage celluloid into the Sack of Infinite Floyd | Capacity to make room) Floyd | (putting the copy of the Clamshell Book into the Sack of Infinite Floyd | Capacity to make room) Floyd | (taking the rare stamps back out of the Sack of Infinite Capacity Floyd | because we didn't really need that much room after all) Floyd | (taking the canister of vintage celluloid back out of the Sack of Floyd | Infinite Capacity because we didn't really need that much room after Floyd | all) Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "ha ha oh dear" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You and Duran scramble through a short crawl, and find yourselves... Floyd | Floyd | On The Ledge Floyd | Few people ever visit this subterranean clifftop, since few can get Floyd | here in the first place--the wandering children of tourists, perhaps, Floyd | or of the trolls who inhabit these caves. Hopefully, none are too Floyd | young to know that those who play too close to the edges of cliffs Floyd | inevitably end up as object lessons to others. Floyd | Floyd | About thirty feet below, your light glints off metal. There's no way Floyd | down there, though; only east into a tight crawl. Floyd | Floyd | A rusted iron hook protrudes from the wall above the cliff. Floyd | Floyd | Duran leans over the ledge, shining his headlamp into the murky Floyd | darkness below. "Gold!" he exclaims, rubbing his hands together. Floyd | "Thousands of points worth!" Floyd | Floyd | The dwarf pulls a coil of rope from his backpack. "I knew this would Floyd | come in handy," he says, hefting the coil in his hands. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x hook" | ||||
Floyd | Oddly enough, this hook is a completely natural iron precipitation. Floyd | Although rusty, its fusion to the rock wall stands any test of Floyd | strength you can think to apply to it. Floyd | Floyd | "Perfect!", says Duran, spotting the iron hook and gauging the Floyd | distance between it and the cliff bottom. "I'll just tie rope to hook, Floyd | here..." Hastily tying a loop into one end of the rope, Duran slips it Floyd | over the hook and begins to tighten the knot. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | Duran peers at the rope in his hands, which has inexplicably slipped Floyd | off the hook and become untied. "That's odd..." Retying the knot, Floyd | Duran mutters the incantation "Tie rope to hook!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | Again Duran finds himself holding an untied knot. "Okay, let's try Floyd | another one," he mutters. "Put rope on hook!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | Duran looks dismayed, and pokes at his ill-behaved rope. "That's Floyd | always worked before," he mutters, "so there can't be anything wrong Floyd | with the rope. Don't worry, I'll figure it out." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "fasten rope to hook" | ||||
Floyd | Duran shrugs and hands you the rope. You quickly tie a rudimentary Floyd | knot and loop it over the hook. Amazingly, the knot holds! Floyd | Floyd | "Astounding!" exclaims Duran. "'Fasten'--who would have thought?" Floyd | Floyd | Duran gestures at the rope. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "climb rope" | ||||
Floyd | You shimmy down the rope, Duran following you... Floyd | Floyd | Bottom of Cliff Floyd | A cliff looms above you, here; you can ascend via a rope that dangles Floyd | before you, or follow the pebbled path of an ancient and long dry Floyd | waterway to the north or the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | There are many gold bars here! Floyd | Floyd | Duran drops off the rope and struts around, admiring the piles of Floyd | gold. "Fabulous!", he exclaims, shaking your hand and insinuating a Floyd | gold bar into your pack. "We make quite a team!" Excited, the young Floyd | dwarf begins to sort the bars into two piles, but when he looks up, Floyd | you are gone... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | ********************************************************************** Floyd | ********** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Verb Guessing Booth Floyd | The cramped, brightly-lit booth before which you stand is the field of Floyd | play for a carnival game with the improbable name of "Guess The Verb". Floyd | Lalrry, the jovial natural language parser inside the booth, Floyd | broadcasts a well-rehearsed patter promising great prizes and fun for Floyd | all ages; high adventure and unbridled kleptomania. The rest of the Floyd | carnival midway lies to the northeast, and you can scamper behind the Floyd | booth to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | A large wheel of fortune is attached to the booth behind the counter, Floyd | each of its four equally-sized divisions labeled with a single word: Floyd | SCRUTINIZE, RECONFIGURE, DISEMBARK, and UNDO. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a candy bar Floyd | a shiny trophy Floyd | your identity bracelet (being worn) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x candy bar" | ||||
Floyd | A sugar-packed Buttertonsils bar, in its characteristic golden Floyd | wrapper. You're not sure how you got ahold of it, but they're not bad. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x trophy" | ||||
Floyd | A dented but shiny bowling trophy of bronze. Inscribed on the base are Floyd | the words, "LEAGUE CHAMPIONS 1992". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "give trophy to lalrry" | ||||
Floyd | "You earned that trophy, you should keep it," says Lalrry. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "eat bar" | ||||
Floyd | The candy bar slides down your throat, and your stomach quickly is Floyd | full. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Verb Guessing Booth Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "give candy to lalrry" | ||||
Floyd | Lalrry politely declines your offer. Floyd | Floyd | Lalrry mumbles to himself. Floyd | Floyd | > | Lucea says, "hrm. sorry; wanted to try that" | |||
| Firion arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x wrapper" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Firion says, "Experimentation is what makes these games more interesting." | |||
| maga asks, "so I suppose we need another quarter?" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Verb Guessing Booth Floyd | The cramped, brightly-lit booth before which you stand is the field of Floyd | play for a carnival game with the improbable name of "Guess The Verb". Floyd | Lalrry, the jovial natural language parser inside the booth, Floyd | broadcasts a well-rehearsed patter promising great prizes and fun for Floyd | all ages; high adventure and unbridled kleptomania. The rest of the Floyd | carnival midway lies to the northeast, and you can scamper behind the Floyd | booth to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | A large wheel of fortune is attached to the booth behind the counter, Floyd | each of its four equally-sized divisions labeled with a single word: Floyd | SCRUTINIZE, RECONFIGURE, DISEMBARK, and UNDO. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "eat bar" | ||||
Floyd | The candy bar slides down your throat, and your stomach quickly is Floyd | full. Floyd | Floyd | "Verbs, prizes, fun!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a shiny trophy Floyd | your identity bracelet (being worn) Floyd | Floyd | > | Firion does a double-take. "The description of the candy bar being eaten... That's from AGT..." | |||
| maga says, "yeah, this is a game full of IF references" | ||||
| DavidW says, "yay" | ||||
| Gerynar arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | Firion says, "Written in Inform no less I'd wager." | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "guess undo" | ||||
Floyd | "But I need a quarter from you before you can GUESS THE VERB!", Floyd | stutters Lalrry suddenly. Floyd | Floyd | Lalrry makes a long-winded, heartfelt speech which you can't Floyd | understand at all. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Sorry I overslept. Can anyone quickly recap?" | |||
| maga says, "we are at the Guess the Verb booth. we have already played the dungeon level, but now we need a quarter to do the next one" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "Are we at a carnival or amusement park? Can we dance/caper/sing/panhandle for a quarter?" | ||||
| maga says, "yes, and we haven't tried that yet" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "And where did the previous one go? Can we steal that one back?" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | The Midway Floyd | The lights and noise of the midway seem hollow and dull compared to Floyd | the aura of excitement you felt at the verb guessing booth. You survey Floyd | the sights around you as though through different eyes: the Floyd | merry-go-round, the concession stand--they seem so pedestrian now. You Floyd | feel a strange attraction pulling you back towards the southwest, as Floyd | though a ham-handed author were trying to place hints into the room Floyd | description that the game would progress a lot faster if you went back Floyd | to the verb guessing booth already. Floyd | Floyd | If you really want to, though, you can go east to rejoin your parents Floyd | and end the game. Floyd | Floyd | You can't help but notice a small but obtrusive quarter shining Floyd | machine squatting here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "dance" | ||||
Floyd | You perform a little jig. The producers of Riverdance won't be calling Floyd | you anytime soon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "sing" | ||||
Floyd | Your singing is abominable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take quarter" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "caper" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x machine" | ||||
Floyd | The quarter shining machine sits in the middle of a line of similar Floyd | machines which accept coins of smaller denomination, like pennies, and Floyd | do more interesting things to them, like smush them up and imprint Floyd | them with touristy slogans. In the face of such intense competition, Floyd | the quarter shining machine has taken to mimicry, hoping to trap Floyd | unsuspecting coins intended for a less boring (if also less shiny) Floyd | fate in another machine. Floyd | Floyd | Its innards are exposed, an unnecessarily complicated mesh of shiny Floyd | gears and pistons. A prominent notice on the side of the machine Floyd | assures you with alarming urgency that the practice of quarter-shining Floyd | is legal under federal statute BH-2510958. The coin tray has two Floyd | quarter-shaped slots; the left one to contain payment and the right to Floyd | contain the quarter you want shined and dropped into the receptacle Floyd | near the bottom of the machine. Floyd | Floyd | The left coin slot is empty. The right coin slot is also empty. The Floyd | receptacle is also also empty. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "kick machine" | ||||
Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "shake machine" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search machine" | ||||
Floyd | In the quarter shining machine are a small receptacle, a coin tray, a Floyd | left coin slot and a right coin slot. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x coin tray" | ||||
Floyd | The coin tray has two slots for quarters. The left one contains Floyd | payment for the shining service, the right contains the quarter to be Floyd | shined. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "the other thing is that Lalrry has some switches on a box controlling him" | |||
| DavidW says, "oho" | ||||
| maga says, "one of them makes him accept non-shiny quarters when it's switched off. we haven't figured out what the other one does" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a shiny trophy Floyd | your identity bracelet (being worn) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x trophy" | ||||
Floyd | A dented but shiny bowling trophy of bronze. Inscribed on the base are Floyd | the words, "LEAGUE CHAMPIONS 1992". Floyd | Floyd | > | Lucea says, "not going to spoil" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "look in it" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x id" | ||||
Floyd | A white plastic embarassment which your parents make you wear on those Floyd | rare occasions on which you are allowed off on your own. In little red Floyd | letters just above your wrist, it says "My name is _ISQUI_. In case of Floyd | emergency, call my mother's cell phone at (210) 603-3999." Floyd | Floyd | > | Lucea asks, "but do you want a hint?" | |||
| maga says, "maybe the other one makes him accept shiny things regardless of whether they're quarters or not" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x larrly" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "he did say 'ugh! a tarnished!' when we had them the other way around" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | The Midway Floyd | The lights and noise of the midway seem hollow and dull compared to Floyd | the aura of excitement you felt at the verb guessing booth. You survey Floyd | the sights around you as though through different eyes: the Floyd | merry-go-round, the concession stand--they seem so pedestrian now. You Floyd | feel a strange attraction pulling you back towards the southwest, as Floyd | though a ham-handed author were trying to place hints into the room Floyd | description that the game would progress a lot faster if you went back Floyd | to the verb guessing booth already. Floyd | Floyd | If you really want to, though, you can go east to rejoin your parents Floyd | and end the game. Floyd | Floyd | You can't help but notice a small but obtrusive quarter shining Floyd | machine squatting here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Verb Guessing Booth Floyd | The cramped, brightly-lit booth before which you stand is the field of Floyd | play for a carnival game with the improbable name of "Guess The Verb". Floyd | Lalrry, the jovial natural language parser inside the booth, Floyd | broadcasts a well-rehearsed patter promising great prizes and fun for Floyd | all ages; high adventure and unbridled kleptomania. The rest of the Floyd | carnival midway lies to the northeast, and you can scamper behind the Floyd | booth to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | A large wheel of fortune is attached to the booth behind the counter, Floyd | each of its four equally-sized divisions labeled with a single word: Floyd | SCRUTINIZE, RECONFIGURE, DISEMBARK, and UNDO. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Behind the Booths Floyd | You are in a shadowy alcove, surrounded by the canvas backs of several Floyd | carnival booths. The music and bustle of the midway seems very far Floyd | away, and a harvest moon illuminates the wet grass of the fairgrounds Floyd | and the makeshift walls that surround you. Floyd | Floyd | The glinting tip of a small metal box peeks out from beneath the verb Floyd | guessing booth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x orange" | ||||
Floyd | It's orange. Floyd | The orange switch is currently switched on. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "turn orange off" | ||||
Floyd | As you flip the switch, the LED suddenly goes dark. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "turn blue on" | ||||
Floyd | As you flip the switch, the LED suddenly lights up green. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search grass" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x booths" | ||||
Floyd | The canvas walls of the booths are constructed according to an ancient Floyd | carnival ritual involving a variety of swear words and a certain Floyd | amount of duct tape. They look a bit rickety, but they'll hold until Floyd | the carnival moves on. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read boots" | ||||
Floyd | (in the metal box) Floyd | You discover nothing of interest in the metal box. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read booths" | ||||
Floyd | The canvas walls of the booths are constructed according to an ancient Floyd | carnival ritual involving a variety of swear words and a certain Floyd | amount of duct tape. They look a bit rickety, but they'll hold until Floyd | the carnival moves on. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x box" | ||||
Floyd | The metal box is about the size of a deck of cards and is decorated Floyd | with black plastic trim. An LED and two switches (one orange, the Floyd | other blue) are mounted on the front of the box, and a cord runs from Floyd | either end up into the booth. Floyd | Floyd | The LED is currently dark. The blue switch is in the on position, and Floyd | the orange switch is in the off position. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cord" | ||||
Floyd | The cords run from either end of a metal box up into the booth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x blue switch" | ||||
Floyd | It's blue. Floyd | The blue switch is currently switched on. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Verb Guessing Booth Floyd | The cramped, brightly-lit booth before which you stand is the field of Floyd | play for a carnival game with the improbable name of "Guess The Verb". Floyd | Lalrry, the jovial natural language parser inside the booth, Floyd | broadcasts a well-rehearsed patter promising great prizes and fun for Floyd | all ages; high adventure and unbridled kleptomania. The rest of the Floyd | carnival midway lies to the northeast, and you can scamper behind the Floyd | booth to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | A large wheel of fortune is attached to the booth behind the counter, Floyd | each of its four equally-sized divisions labeled with a single word: Floyd | SCRUTINIZE, RECONFIGURE, DISEMBARK, and UNDO. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "give trophy to lalrry" | ||||
Floyd | Lalrry gladly takes the trophy from your outstretched hands. With the Floyd | flair of a showman, he tosses it into the air and fails to notice as Floyd | it crashes to the ground inside the booth. Stepping back, Lalrry Floyd | indicates the wheel. Floyd | Floyd | "Guess a, any!", says Lalrry, indicating the wheel of fortune. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "yay, we broke his nouns" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Verb Guessing Booth Floyd | The cramped, brightly-lit booth before which you stand is the field of Floyd | play for a carnival game with the improbable name of "Guess The Verb". Floyd | Lalrry, the jovial natural language parser inside the booth, Floyd | broadcasts a well-rehearsed patter promising great prizes and fun for Floyd | all ages; high adventure and unbridled kleptomania. The rest of the Floyd | carnival midway lies to the northeast, and you can scamper behind the Floyd | booth to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | A large wheel of fortune is attached to the booth behind the counter, Floyd | each of its four equally-sized divisions labeled with a single word: Floyd | SCRUTINIZE, RECONFIGURE, DISEMBARK, and UNDO. Floyd | Floyd | "Guess a, any!", says Lalrry, indicating the wheel of fortune. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x trophy" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Lucea says, "let's do Undo" | |||
| Lucea says, "well, we don't have to" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "We don't spin the wheel?" | ||||
| maga says, "we guess, he spins" | ||||
| Lucea says, "oh, right" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "guess undo" | ||||
Floyd | "Hey, good! And so spin the..." Floyd | Floyd | Lalrry gives the wheel a good push and it begins rapidly rotating, Floyd | spinning faster now, now slowly winding down until it...stops...on... Floyd | Floyd | RECONFIGURE Floyd | Floyd | "Sorry!", says Lalrry with a shrug. "Better luck next!" Floyd | Floyd | You close your eyes and brace yourself for the fall you feel is Floyd | inevitable. It isn't until your body fades away, leaving your Floyd | consciousness without any eyelids to shield it, that you realize that Floyd | you have been falling for quite a while. Before you have time to get Floyd | properly panicked again, though, you are somewhere else. Floyd | Floyd | ********************************************************************** Floyd | ********** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | CSUA Lounge Floyd | The UCLA Computer Science student lounge is a hacker's paradise: a Floyd | line of Linux machines and X terminals runs parallel to the south and Floyd | west wall, ending in a Windows machine and an old Macintosh (for Floyd | contrarians) in the northwest corner. A couch makes the environment Floyd | conducive to overnighters and software design bull sessions. The exit Floyd | is to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Four computer geeks are here; Fred, Mark, Dan, and Leonard, by name. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a rollable whiteboard here. Floyd | Floyd | "I have this bizarre feeling that I keep saying the same things over Floyd | and over again," muses Dan. "And I know I've written this function Floyd | before. Maybe there's something to Nietzsche's idea of eternal Floyd | recurrence." Floyd | Floyd | Mark loads the Cruel Site of the Day into his web browser, and laughs Floyd | hysterically. Floyd | Floyd | > | Lucea says, "it's been a few years" | |||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "x fred" | ||||
Floyd | If a character as unlikely as Frederick Lee did not exist, it would be Floyd | necessary to invent him. Computer science students are common enough, Floyd | but Fred possesses that most uncommon trait among computer science Floyd | students, a lust for free software. Indeed, he has gone so far as to Floyd | swear eternal vengeance against any and all forms of proprietary Floyd | code--a move previously unheard of. His thick glasses, buzz cut, and Floyd | casual mode of dress give him a look unlike any nerd you have ever Floyd | seen. Floyd | Floyd | Fred is currently logged into fire, sweating over the nameserver Floyd | configuration. Floyd | Floyd | "Actually," Leonard confides to you, "this scenario setup is perfect. Floyd | It lets me write a college game in the manner of Save Princeton Floyd | without opening me up to charges of actually having written a college Floyd | game." Floyd | Floyd | "Did I tell you about my internship with VA Linux?", asks Mark of the Floyd | room in general. No one seems interested, and Mark soon goes back to Floyd | his terminal. Floyd | Floyd | Dan toys with the idea of starting his paper on Berkeley, but decides Floyd | against it. "It'd only disappear when I wasn't working on it," he says Floyd | resignedly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x whiteboard" | ||||
Floyd | A rollable whiteboard, intended for scratch work, mounted on casters Floyd | so as to be pushed about. It's covered with geometric diagrams on one Floyd | side and the de facto API for a group project on the other. There is Floyd | also a scoreboard of some sort: "DAN 7 LUG 2". Floyd | Floyd | "Okay, it should work now," says Fred. Floyd | Floyd | Mark types in a command and shakes his head. "Nope." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "x leonard" | ||||
Floyd | In addition to being a sensitive yet manly human being, Leonard Floyd | Richardson is a musical genius and a coding god. This is primarily due Floyd | to the fact that, as the author of this game, it fell upon him to Floyd | write the previous sentence. His T-shirt advertises the Second Annual Floyd | Lake Arrowhead Rubber Ducky Race (1988). Floyd | Floyd | Leonard is currently logged into rei, and is working on a text Floyd | adventure which he hopes to enter in the 2000 Interactive Fiction Floyd | Competition. At the moment he is attempting to program a random Floyd | dialogue engine for four particularly fanciful characters. Floyd | Floyd | "I can't figure out what's wrong with the configuration," says Fred, Floyd | pounding on fire's keyboard. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "my. Self-reference or what?" | |||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "ask leonard about himself" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Leonard shrugs. "What's to say?" Floyd | Floyd | "What's the volume of the intersection of a cone and a circle?", asks Floyd | Dan, in case someone has this fact memorized. No one has. Floyd | Floyd | "This part of the game is a little too self-referential for my taste," Floyd | says Leonard, indicating an especially indulgent monologue on his Floyd | screen. "In fact, I shouldn't be here at UCLA in the first place, Floyd | since I graduated before I even started this game--so did Adam, Floyd | incidentally. But authorial self-insertion is a time-honored IF trope, Floyd | and it seemed a shame to miss such a golden opportunity to make use of Floyd | it." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x fire" | ||||
Floyd | fire.csua.ucla.edu is CSUA's main machine, and hosts hundreds of user Floyd | accounts. From the way Fred keeps frantically switching between Floyd | configuration files, you get the feeling that something is wrong with Floyd | that machine. Floyd | Floyd | Dan sketches a diagram on some scratch paper. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | CSUA Lounge Floyd | The UCLA Computer Science student lounge is a hacker's paradise: a Floyd | line of Linux machines and X terminals runs parallel to the south and Floyd | west wall, ending in a Windows machine and an old Macintosh (for Floyd | contrarians) in the northwest corner. A couch makes the environment Floyd | conducive to overnighters and software design bull sessions. The exit Floyd | is to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Four computer geeks are here; Fred, Mark, Dan, and Leonard, by name. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a rollable whiteboard here. Floyd | Floyd | Leonard makes a frustrated noise. "Look at this," he says, quoting Floyd | from his screen. "'Unlike C, Inform uses a colon to divide parts of a Floyd | 'for' loop specification.' Why?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | 3rd Floor Balcony Floyd | A balcony to your east overlooks the garden at the center of Boelter Floyd | Hall. Palm trees planted there reach for the sky but are dwarfed by Floyd | the brick structure that surrounds them on all sides. An open double Floyd | door to your west bears a sign saying "CSUA - We Make the Digital Floyd | Future Happen". Another doorway lies to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "reconfigure fire" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Lucea says, "let's explore first" | |||
| DavidW says, "fine." | ||||
| Lucea says, "(sorry)" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I'm still waking up anyway." | ||||
| Lucea says, "(I forgot whether it can go unwinnable or not here)" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | You are a perfectly normal eleven-year-old girl on a field trip to Floyd | UCLA. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a digital watch (being worn) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x watch" | ||||
Floyd | A basic, no-frills digital watch. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | 3rd Floor Balcony Floyd | A balcony to your east overlooks the garden at the center of Boelter Floyd | Hall. Palm trees planted there reach for the sky but are dwarfed by Floyd | the brick structure that surrounds them on all sides. An open double Floyd | door to your west bears a sign saying "CSUA - We Make the Digital Floyd | Future Happen". Another doorway lies to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Lab Floyd | Somewhere, deep inside Boelter Hall, there is a hallway that passes by Floyd | the lab for CS152B, the dreaded digital design class. Somehow you have Floyd | found your way to this foreboding place, a place so desolate that Floyd | there is a door leading east and a hallway leading west to the Floyd | balcony. (I know that made no sense, but I had to tell you that Floyd | somewhere.) The walls are covered with posterboards which detail the Floyd | work of UCLA's computer science graduate students. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "x posterboards" | ||||
Floyd | Some are dry and technical, some flush with the thrill of discovery; Floyd | some use flashy graphics to try to cover up the fact that the research Floyd | in question is something a sophomore might cook up over winter break. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Digital Design Lab Floyd | Tables line the walls of this room, illuminated by intrusive Floyd | fluorescent lights on the ceiling; tables that bear twenty identical Floyd | computers; computers that bear the Windows NT login banner, enticing Floyd | passers-by to make use of the cut-rate circuit simulation software Floyd | within. The only exit is to the west, and it looks quite inviting. Floyd | Floyd | A shiny paperclip lies unnoticed on the floor. Floyd | Floyd | Adam Kaplan seethingly regards the schematic on his screen. Floyd | Floyd | Adam curses under his breath as the circuit design software, Floyd | predictably, does The Wrong Thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "take paperclip" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "bend paperclip" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "x adam" | ||||
Floyd | Normally, Adam is an amiable and pleasant fellow. But now, he is at Floyd | war. At war with a hypothetical piece of hardware, and an all-too-real Floyd | piece of software. The workstation he has claimed is surrounded by Floyd | empty coffee cups and apple juice bottles, and his head hangs heavy as Floyd | he contemplates the mess of pixelated wires on the screen. He has not Floyd | slept for a while. Floyd | Floyd | Adam tries to check his email, but fails. "I guess fire is still Floyd | down," he says. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask adam about fire" | ||||
Floyd | "That's where I get my email," says Adam. "Usually, I mean." Floyd | Floyd | "Y'know," says Adam, casting his eye in your direction, "I may or may Floyd | not have items you might find valuable which I might or might not Floyd | trade for certain services once performed in the classic text Floyd | adventure fashion." Somewhat embarrassed, he looks back at his screen. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "heh" | |||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a shiny paperclip Floyd | a digital watch (being worn) Floyd | Floyd | Adam drags some wires around with his mouse. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "ask adam about paperclip" | ||||
Floyd | "Yeah, it's a paperclip, all right." Floyd | Floyd | Adam consults a notebook filled with hand-drawn schematics. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "The 'shiny' paperclip. That's for back at the booth." | |||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "ask adam about leonard" | ||||
Floyd | "He's a cool dude. I've played a couple sets with him. Wish he was Floyd | here helping me with this." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Lab Floyd | Somewhere, deep inside Boelter Hall, there is a hallway that passes by Floyd | the lab for CS152B, the dreaded digital design class. Somehow you have Floyd | found your way to this foreboding place, a place so desolate that Floyd | there is a door leading east and a hallway leading west to the Floyd | balcony. (I know that made no sense, but I had to tell you that Floyd | somewhere.) The walls are covered with posterboards which detail the Floyd | work of UCLA's computer science graduate students. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | 3rd Floor Balcony Floyd | A balcony to your east overlooks the garden at the center of Boelter Floyd | Hall. Palm trees planted there reach for the sky but are dwarfed by Floyd | the brick structure that surrounds them on all sides. An open double Floyd | door to your west bears a sign saying "CSUA - We Make the Digital Floyd | Future Happen". Another doorway lies to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | I suppose you think there are stairs or something. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x trees" | ||||
| inky arrives, full of fun and funk. | ||||
Floyd | The palm trees rear up into the sky like excited French poodles. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "climb trees" | ||||
Floyd | The trees are out of reach, and too thin to climb anyway. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Lab Floyd | Somewhere, deep inside Boelter Hall, there is a hallway that passes by Floyd | the lab for CS152B, the dreaded digital design class. Somehow you have Floyd | found your way to this foreboding place, a place so desolate that Floyd | there is a door leading east and a hallway leading west to the Floyd | balcony. (I know that made no sense, but I had to tell you that Floyd | somewhere.) The walls are covered with posterboards which detail the Floyd | work of UCLA's computer science graduate students. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says, "...floyd s" | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | 3rd Floor Balcony Floyd | A balcony to your east overlooks the garden at the center of Boelter Floyd | Hall. Palm trees planted there reach for the sky but are dwarfed by Floyd | the brick structure that surrounds them on all sides. An open double Floyd | door to your west bears a sign saying "CSUA - We Make the Digital Floyd | Future Happen". Another doorway lies to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | CSUA Lounge Floyd | The UCLA Computer Science student lounge is a hacker's paradise: a Floyd | line of Linux machines and X terminals runs parallel to the south and Floyd | west wall, ending in a Windows machine and an old Macintosh (for Floyd | contrarians) in the northwest corner. A couch makes the environment Floyd | conducive to overnighters and software design bull sessions. The exit Floyd | is to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Four computer geeks are here; Fred, Mark, Dan, and Leonard, by name. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a rollable whiteboard here. Floyd | Floyd | "You know," says Leonard, "I could write a better IF language than Floyd | Inform." Floyd | Floyd | "That's the spirit!", says Dan. Floyd | Floyd | > | Lucea says, "I still seem to remember a way up or down" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search couch" | ||||
Floyd | There is nothing on the couch. Floyd | Floyd | > | Lucea says, "ah well" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x whiteboard" | ||||
Floyd | A rollable whiteboard, intended for scratch work, mounted on casters Floyd | so as to be pushed about. It's covered with geometric diagrams on one Floyd | side and the de facto API for a group project on the other. There is Floyd | also a scoreboard of some sort: "DAN 7 LUG 2". Floyd | Floyd | Mark stifles a laugh. Floyd | Floyd | "What are you laughing at?", asks Leonard. Floyd | Floyd | "This post on Slashdot." Floyd | Floyd | "Ah yes," says Fred. Floyd | Floyd | "I didn't think it was that funny," says Leonard. Floyd | Floyd | "It was all right," says Dan. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "ask mark about fire" | ||||
Floyd | "You can't get onto fire yet," says Mark. "Fred's fu--uh, messing Floyd | around with the configuration files." Floyd | Floyd | "It must be something in the host configuration,", says Fred. Floyd | Floyd | Mark loads the Cruel Site of the Day into his web browser, and laughs Floyd | hysterically. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "x fire" | ||||
Floyd | fire.csua.ucla.edu is CSUA's main machine, and hosts hundreds of user Floyd | accounts. From the way Fred keeps frantically switching between Floyd | configuration files, you get the feeling that something is wrong with Floyd | that machine. Floyd | Floyd | "No, that didn't work," says Fred to himself. Floyd | Floyd | "What's the volume of the intersection of a cone and a circle?", asks Floyd | Dan, in case someone has this fact memorized. No one has. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "ask dan about fire" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | "Fred's working on it," says Dan. "The stupid network is always going Floyd | down." Floyd | Floyd | Mark obsesses about the next UCLA LUG meeting. Floyd | Floyd | "This part of the game is a little too self-referential for my taste," Floyd | says Leonard, indicating an especially indulgent monologue on his Floyd | screen. "In fact, I shouldn't be here at UCLA in the first place, Floyd | since I graduated before I even started this game--so did Adam, Floyd | incidentally. But authorial self-insertion is a time-honored IF trope, Floyd | and it seemed a shame to miss such a golden opportunity to make use of Floyd | it." Floyd | Floyd | Dan toys with the idea of starting his paper on Berkeley, but decides Floyd | against it. "It'd only disappear when I wasn't working on it," he says Floyd | resignedly. Floyd | Floyd | "I don't understand it," says Fred. "I thought I'd set up fire's Floyd | configuration to rid of this problem, the last time this happened." Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert exclaims, "The intersection of a cone and a circle has no volume!" | |||
| inky says, "man" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ask fred about fire" | ||||
Floyd | "It'll be up in a minute," says Fred. "I just have to fix the DNS Floyd | configuration." Floyd | Floyd | Dan toys with the idea of starting his paper on Berkeley, but decides Floyd | against it. "It'd only disappear when I wasn't working on it," he says Floyd | resignedly. Floyd | Floyd | Mark curses the 405 freeway, bane of his commute. Floyd | Floyd | "Hey, I want to be in the game," declares a man whom you suddenly Floyd | notice is standing in the room. "Okay," says Leonard, and the man Floyd | abruptly disappears. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "xyzzy" | ||||
Floyd | A grown-up with curly blond hair and glasses appears out of thin air, Floyd | shouts "I like beans!", and promptly vanishes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | You are a perfectly normal eleven-year-old girl on a field trip to Floyd | UCLA. Floyd | Floyd | Mark stifles a laugh. Floyd | Floyd | "What are you laughing at?", asks Leonard. Floyd | Floyd | "This post on Slashdot." Floyd | Floyd | "Ah yes," says Fred. Floyd | Floyd | "I didn't think it was that funny," says Leonard. Floyd | Floyd | "It was all right," says Dan. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "push whiteboard" | ||||
Floyd | "Don't move that!", says Fred. "I was using it!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "read whiteboard" | ||||
Floyd | A rollable whiteboard, intended for scratch work, mounted on casters Floyd | so as to be pushed about. It's covered with geometric diagrams on one Floyd | side and the de facto API for a group project on the other. There is Floyd | also a scoreboard of some sort: "DAN 7 LUG 2". Floyd | Floyd | "Okay, it should work now," says Fred. Floyd | Floyd | Mark types in a command and shakes his head. "Nope." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a shiny paperclip Floyd | a digital watch (being worn) Floyd | Floyd | "This part of the game is a little too self-referential for my taste," Floyd | says Leonard, indicating an especially indulgent monologue on his Floyd | screen. "In fact, I shouldn't be here at UCLA in the first place, Floyd | since I graduated before I even started this game--so did Adam, Floyd | incidentally. But authorial self-insertion is a time-honored IF trope, Floyd | and it seemed a shame to miss such a golden opportunity to make use of Floyd | it." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "eat paperclip" | ||||
Floyd | That's plainly lacking the "edible" flag. Floyd | Floyd | "Stupid web browser," says Mark, killing his X session and restarting. Floyd | Floyd | "Use lynx," suggests Fred. Floyd | Floyd | A confused light show erupts from xorn's monitor as Dan runs his game Floyd | with a gravitational constant of 0.59. Dan smiles the manic grin of Floyd | one who enjoys tormenting his data structures. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x xorn" | ||||
Floyd | xorn, aka linux.ucla.edu, is the hosting machine for the UCLA Linux Floyd | Users Group, and for the standing LUG Nethack tournament. Green shapes Floyd | flicker on its screen as Dan tests the latest additions to his game. Floyd | Floyd | "When was the last time anybody managed to get onto fire?", asks Fred. Floyd | Floyd | "Last night," says Mark. Floyd | Floyd | "Earlier this morning," says Dan. Floyd | Floyd | Fred shakes his head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x mac" | ||||
Floyd | plasma, an old Macintosh. Floyd | Floyd | "Did I tell you about my internship with VA Linux?", asks Mark of the Floyd | room in general. No one seems interested, and Mark soon goes back to Floyd | his terminal. Floyd | Floyd | "I wonder if something's wrong with the firewall," says Fred. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "reconfigure paperclip" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x fore" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a shiny paperclip Floyd | a digital watch (being worn) Floyd | Floyd | Mark loads the Cruel Site of the Day into his web browser, and laughs Floyd | hysterically. Floyd | Floyd | "This part of the game is a little too self-referential for my taste," Floyd | says Leonard, indicating an especially indulgent monologue on his Floyd | screen. "In fact, I shouldn't be here at UCLA in the first place, Floyd | since I graduated before I even started this game--so did Adam, Floyd | incidentally. But authorial self-insertion is a time-honored IF trope, Floyd | and it seemed a shame to miss such a golden opportunity to make use of Floyd | it." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x fire" | ||||
Floyd | fire.csua.ucla.edu is CSUA's main machine, and hosts hundreds of user Floyd | accounts. From the way Fred keeps frantically switching between Floyd | configuration files, you get the feeling that something is wrong with Floyd | that machine. Floyd | Floyd | "Oops!", says Leonard, and taps some keys. "There was no way to get Floyd | from the balcony to the snack bar. I put in some stairs. Sorry about Floyd | that." Floyd | Floyd | "No, that didn't work," says Fred to himself. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "We need to reconfigure fire, I think." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "reboot fire" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "hold up, he just put in some stairs" | |||
| Bert says, "Hee." | ||||
| DavidW says, "whoa" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | "I wonder if something's wrong with the firewall," says Fred. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | CSUA Lounge Floyd | The UCLA Computer Science student lounge is a hacker's paradise: a Floyd | line of Linux machines and X terminals runs parallel to the south and Floyd | west wall, ending in a Windows machine and an old Macintosh (for Floyd | contrarians) in the northwest corner. A couch makes the environment Floyd | conducive to overnighters and software design bull sessions. The exit Floyd | is to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Four computer geeks are here; Fred, Mark, Dan, and Leonard, by name. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a rollable whiteboard here. Floyd | Floyd | Mark obsesses about the next UCLA LUG meeting. Floyd | Floyd | "It must be something in the host configuration,", says Fred. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I missed that." | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | 3rd Floor Balcony Floyd | A balcony to your east overlooks the garden at the center of Boelter Floyd | Hall. Palm trees planted there reach for the sky but are dwarfed by Floyd | the brick structure that surrounds them on all sides. Stairs lead up Floyd | here, and an open double door to your west bears a sign saying "CSUA - Floyd | We Make the Digital Future Happen". Another doorway lies to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | The downwards stairs lead only to classrooms and maintenance rooms. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | You climb the stairs a bit, and end up... Floyd | Floyd | Outside the SEAS Cafe Floyd | The strains of punk rock emanate from the door to your west, the Floyd | entrance to the SEAS Cafe. A bulletin board nearby is covered in Floyd | flyers, posted by people who share the quixotic goal of making Floyd | engineering students think about something other than classes and Floyd | projects. A hallway to your east leads into the South Campus quad, and Floyd | stairs lead down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x flyers" | ||||
Floyd | The flyers on the bulletin board attempt to entice students to play Floyd | broomball, attend a job fair, or join the Marines. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "join marines" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | SEAS Cafe Floyd | The Cafe is normally a busy, boisterous place, but midterms have Floyd | brought a horde of students swarming in to lay waste to the land, Floyd | purchasing practically everything on the large wire racks and in the Floyd | refrigerated containers, and otherwise reducing the number of objects Floyd | which must be implemented in this game. Only the arcade games in the Floyd | corner and the geeky drawings on the walls bear witness to the Cafe's Floyd | previous glory. Floyd | Floyd | A bottle of cola is the only item of merchandise remaining. Floyd | Floyd | A surly cashier sits beside the cash register, studying for her Floyd | midterms. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x ganes" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x games" | ||||
Floyd | This is the enumeration of the arcade games: Street Fighter, Galaga Floyd | (in a Ms. Pac-Man casing, oddly enough), and the old favorite Bust A Floyd | Move. All of them are currently in demo mode. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x cashier" | ||||
Floyd | She is sitting behind the counter near the cash register, reading a Floyd | book on soil mechanics. Her primary concern right now seems to be Floyd | passing her midterms. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "play games" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask cashier about soil mechanics" | ||||
Floyd | "Dull as dirt." Floyd | Floyd | > | Lucea says, "oh hey" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take coke" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "hork cola" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | SEAS Cafe Floyd | The Cafe is normally a busy, boisterous place, but midterms have Floyd | brought a horde of students swarming in to lay waste to the land, Floyd | purchasing practically everything on the large wire racks and in the Floyd | refrigerated containers, and otherwise reducing the number of objects Floyd | which must be implemented in this game. Only the arcade games in the Floyd | corner and the geeky drawings on the walls bear witness to the Cafe's Floyd | previous glory. Floyd | Floyd | A bottle of cola is the only item of merchandise remaining. Floyd | Floyd | A surly cashier sits beside the cash register, studying for her Floyd | midterms. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take cola" | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "ask cashier about soda" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | "It's cold. It's caffeinated. It's brown. It's also eighty cents," she Floyd | responds, not looking up from her book. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "take cola" | ||||
Floyd | You already have that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "buy cola" | ||||
Floyd | You have no money. Yet the cola is not free. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "sing" | ||||
Floyd | Your singing is abominable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "dance" | ||||
Floyd | You perform a little jig. The producers of Riverdance won't be calling Floyd | you anytime soon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sell watch" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "give watch to cashier" | ||||
Floyd | "The soda costs eighty cents," says the cashier disinterestedly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "shrug" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x pac-man" | ||||
Floyd | This is the enumeration of the arcade games: Street Fighter, Galaga Floyd | (in a Ms. Pac-Man casing, oddly enough), and the old favorite Bust A Floyd | Move. All of them are currently in demo mode. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Firion goes home. | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bust" | Bert exclaims, "Curses, and all our money has gone to Lalrry!" | |||
Floyd | This is the enumeration of the arcade games: Street Fighter, Galaga Floyd | (in a Ms. Pac-Man casing, oddly enough), and the old favorite Bust A Floyd | Move. All of them are currently in demo mode. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "we only had a quarter anyway" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "reconfigure arcade games" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert exclaims, "It could have gotten us a game of Pac-Man!" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "play games" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "steal cola" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "play pac-man" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | SEAS Cafe Floyd | The Cafe is normally a busy, boisterous place, but midterms have Floyd | brought a horde of students swarming in to lay waste to the land, Floyd | purchasing practically everything on the large wire racks and in the Floyd | refrigerated containers, and otherwise reducing the number of objects Floyd | which must be implemented in this game. Only the arcade games in the Floyd | corner and the geeky drawings on the walls bear witness to the Cafe's Floyd | previous glory. Floyd | Floyd | A surly cashier sits beside the cash register, studying for her Floyd | midterms. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "ha ha" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x drawings" | ||||
Floyd | Mostly renditions in marker of popular anime characters. A few Floyd | American comic strip characters also make their appearance. Pretty Floyd | good, artistically speaking. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks, "Did we try just leaving with it?" | |||
| inky says, "I assume Lalrry is a parser joke, hunh" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x racks" | ||||
Floyd | Some of the wire racks reach close to the ceiling. They normally Floyd | contain candy bars, trail mix, muffins, potato chips, styrofoam bowls Floyd | of ramen noodles, over-the-counter medications, and other necessities Floyd | for studying. They are completely bare, and will be until restocking Floyd | tomorrow. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The cashier blocks your way and will not let you leave! Maybe you Floyd | should pay for that cola first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "hit cashier with cola" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to hit the cashier. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop cola" | ||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Outside the SEAS Cafe Floyd | The strains of punk rock emanate from the door to your west, the Floyd | entrance to the SEAS Cafe. A bulletin board nearby is covered in Floyd | flyers, posted by people who share the quixotic goal of making Floyd | engineering students think about something other than classes and Floyd | projects. A hallway to your east leads into the South Campus quad, and Floyd | stairs lead down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You walk briefly down the hallway for a bit, but turn back, feeling Floyd | that you still have some important task to perform in the engineering Floyd | building. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | SEAS Cafe Floyd | The Cafe is normally a busy, boisterous place, but midterms have Floyd | brought a horde of students swarming in to lay waste to the land, Floyd | purchasing practically everything on the large wire racks and in the Floyd | refrigerated containers, and otherwise reducing the number of objects Floyd | which must be implemented in this game. Only the arcade games in the Floyd | corner and the geeky drawings on the walls bear witness to the Cafe's Floyd | previous glory. Floyd | Floyd | A surly cashier sits beside the cash register, studying for her Floyd | midterms. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a bottle of cola here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x register" | ||||
Floyd | It's a thirty-two-bit register, holding multiples of four dollars. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "ouch" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take cola" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Limax arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "reconfigure register" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Sorry... just got home from church" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "reconfigure pac-man" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "reconfigure games" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "reconfigure game" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | SEAS Cafe Floyd | The Cafe is normally a busy, boisterous place, but midterms have Floyd | brought a horde of students swarming in to lay waste to the land, Floyd | purchasing practically everything on the large wire racks and in the Floyd | refrigerated containers, and otherwise reducing the number of objects Floyd | which must be implemented in this game. Only the arcade games in the Floyd | corner and the geeky drawings on the walls bear witness to the Cafe's Floyd | previous glory. Floyd | Floyd | A surly cashier sits beside the cash register, studying for her Floyd | midterms. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "study soil" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cashier" | ||||
Floyd | She is sitting behind the counter near the cash register, reading a Floyd | book on soil mechanics. Her primary concern right now seems to be Floyd | passing her midterms. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "The answer, as always, lies in the soil..." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask cashier about midterms" | ||||
Floyd | Absorbed in her reading, the cashier does not reply. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Dig that soil she's carrying" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "dig soil" | ||||
Floyd | Digging would achieve nothing here. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "maybe we need to extract money from the students" | |||
| Taleslinger has disconnected. | ||||
| Taleslinger slowly disappears. | DavidW says, "We could try telling Adam about the cola." | |||
| Limax asks, "Adam's here?" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "The cola's for him anyway, yes?" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | SEAS Cafe Floyd | The Cafe is normally a busy, boisterous place, but midterms have Floyd | brought a horde of students swarming in to lay waste to the land, Floyd | purchasing practically everything on the large wire racks and in the Floyd | refrigerated containers, and otherwise reducing the number of objects Floyd | which must be implemented in this game. Only the arcade games in the Floyd | corner and the geeky drawings on the walls bear witness to the Cafe's Floyd | previous glory. Floyd | Floyd | A surly cashier sits beside the cash register, studying for her Floyd | midterms. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax exclaims, "We're trapped in the cafe!" | |||
| Limax exclaims, "You can't check out!" | ||||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "exit" | ||||
Floyd | But you aren't in anything at the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "drop cola" | ||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Outside the SEAS Cafe Floyd | The strains of punk rock emanate from the door to your west, the Floyd | entrance to the SEAS Cafe. A bulletin board nearby is covered in Floyd | flyers, posted by people who share the quixotic goal of making Floyd | engineering students think about something other than classes and Floyd | projects. A hallway to your east leads into the South Campus quad, and Floyd | stairs lead down. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | You take the stairs down a bit, and end up on the... Floyd | Floyd | 3rd Floor Balcony Floyd | A balcony to your east overlooks the garden at the center of Boelter Floyd | Hall. Palm trees planted there reach for the sky but are dwarfed by Floyd | the brick structure that surrounds them on all sides. Stairs lead up Floyd | here, and an open double door to your west bears a sign saying "CSUA - Floyd | We Make the Digital Future Happen". Another doorway lies to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Lab Floyd | Somewhere, deep inside Boelter Hall, there is a hallway that passes by Floyd | the lab for CS152B, the dreaded digital design class. Somehow you have Floyd | found your way to this foreboding place, a place so desolate that Floyd | there is a door leading east and a hallway leading west to the Floyd | balcony. (I know that made no sense, but I had to tell you that Floyd | somewhere.) The walls are covered with posterboards which detail the Floyd | work of UCLA's computer science graduate students. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Digital Design Lab Floyd | Tables line the walls of this room, illuminated by intrusive Floyd | fluorescent lights on the ceiling; tables that bear twenty identical Floyd | computers; computers that bear the Windows NT login banner, enticing Floyd | passers-by to make use of the cut-rate circuit simulation software Floyd | within. The only exit is to the west, and it looks quite inviting. Floyd | Floyd | Adam Kaplan seethingly regards the schematic on his screen. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "tell adam about cola" | ||||
Floyd | Adam ignores you, preferring to click with his mouse. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "x schematic" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "ask adam about cashier" | ||||
Floyd | Adam seems on the verge of losing patience. Floyd | Floyd | "I wonder what's wrong with fire," says Adam. "I'd really like to Floyd | check my email." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask adam about cola" | ||||
Floyd | Adam seems on the verge of losing patience. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ask adam about cola" | ||||
Floyd | Adam seems on the verge of losing patience. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask adam about email" | ||||
Floyd | Adam seems on the verge of losing patience. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "annoy adam" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "kiss adam" | ||||
Floyd | Adam doesn't know how to react. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "reconfigure fire" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "check email" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Lucea asks, "should we just reconfigure fire?" | |||
| maga says, "we can't until we get rid of Fred" | ||||
| Limax asks, "How far are we from the cafe?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I could try looking up my old notes on the game." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "reconfigure fred" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "the game contains hints but they're a bit cumbersome to use" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x fred" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Digital Design Lab Floyd | Tables line the walls of this room, illuminated by intrusive Floyd | fluorescent lights on the ceiling; tables that bear twenty identical Floyd | computers; computers that bear the Windows NT login banner, enticing Floyd | passers-by to make use of the cut-rate circuit simulation software Floyd | within. The only exit is to the west, and it looks quite inviting. Floyd | Floyd | Adam Kaplan seethingly regards the schematic on his screen. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "(on Floyd)" | |||
| Lucea asks, "His books were few but profound?" | ||||
| Lucea says, "ilac" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x computers" | ||||
Floyd | The identical computers all seem to be running Windows NT. To the Floyd | north, Bill Gates is counting his money. Floyd | Floyd | Adam curses under his breath as the circuit design software, Floyd | predictably, does The Wrong Thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | "Y'know," says Adam, casting his eye in your direction, "I may or may Floyd | not have items you might find valuable which I might or might not Floyd | trade for certain services once performed in the classic text Floyd | adventure fashion." Somewhat embarrassed, he looks back at his screen. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Lab Floyd | Somewhere, deep inside Boelter Hall, there is a hallway that passes by Floyd | the lab for CS152B, the dreaded digital design class. Somehow you have Floyd | found your way to this foreboding place, a place so desolate that Floyd | there is a door leading east and a hallway leading west to the Floyd | balcony. (I know that made no sense, but I had to tell you that Floyd | somewhere.) The walls are covered with posterboards which detail the Floyd | work of UCLA's computer science graduate students. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | 3rd Floor Balcony Floyd | A balcony to your east overlooks the garden at the center of Boelter Floyd | Hall. Palm trees planted there reach for the sky but are dwarfed by Floyd | the brick structure that surrounds them on all sides. Stairs lead up Floyd | here, and an open double door to your west bears a sign saying "CSUA - Floyd | We Make the Digital Future Happen". Another doorway lies to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Outside the Lab Floyd | Somewhere, deep inside Boelter Hall, there is a hallway that passes by Floyd | the lab for CS152B, the dreaded digital design class. Somehow you have Floyd | found your way to this foreboding place, a place so desolate that Floyd | there is a door leading east and a hallway leading west to the Floyd | balcony. (I know that made no sense, but I had to tell you that Floyd | somewhere.) The walls are covered with posterboards which detail the Floyd | work of UCLA's computer science graduate students. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | 3rd Floor Balcony Floyd | A balcony to your east overlooks the garden at the center of Boelter Floyd | Hall. Palm trees planted there reach for the sky but are dwarfed by Floyd | the brick structure that surrounds them on all sides. Stairs lead up Floyd | here, and an open double door to your west bears a sign saying "CSUA - Floyd | We Make the Digital Future Happen". Another doorway lies to the north. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | CSUA Lounge Floyd | The UCLA Computer Science student lounge is a hacker's paradise: a Floyd | line of Linux machines and X terminals runs parallel to the south and Floyd | west wall, ending in a Windows machine and an old Macintosh (for Floyd | contrarians) in the northwest corner. A couch makes the environment Floyd | conducive to overnighters and software design bull sessions. The exit Floyd | is to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Four computer geeks are here; Fred, Mark, Dan, and Leonard, by name. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a rollable whiteboard here. Floyd | Floyd | Mark curses the 405 freeway, bane of his commute. Floyd | Floyd | "This part of the game is a little too self-referential for my taste," Floyd | says Leonard, indicating an especially indulgent monologue on his Floyd | screen. "In fact, I shouldn't be here at UCLA in the first place, Floyd | since I graduated before I even started this game--so did Adam, Floyd | incidentally. But authorial self-insertion is a time-honored IF trope, Floyd | and it seemed a shame to miss such a golden opportunity to make use of Floyd | it." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | Mark obsesses about the next UCLA LUG meeting. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "configure fire" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "reconfigure fire" | ||||
Floyd | Your hands seem to fly over the keys as Fred steps aside for you. Floyd | Obscure knowledge wells up from deep inside you as you change Floyd | configuration files left and right. When the dust clears, fire is back Floyd | on the net! Floyd | Floyd | Fred offers you his congratulations, but the room has begun to spin Floyd | and fade away. You can hear Mark say, "You know, there was a Deep Floyd | Space Nine episode where--" and then you find yourself back at the... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | ********************************************************************** Floyd | ********** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Verb Guessing Booth Floyd | The cramped, brightly-lit booth before which you stand is the field of Floyd | play for a carnival game with the improbable name of "Guess The Verb". Floyd | Lalrry, the jovial natural language parser inside the booth, Floyd | broadcasts a well-rehearsed patter promising great prizes and fun for Floyd | all ages; high adventure and unbridled kleptomania. The rest of the Floyd | carnival midway lies to the northeast, and you can scamper behind the Floyd | booth to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | A large wheel of fortune is attached to the booth behind the counter, Floyd | each of its three equally-sized divisions labeled with a single word: Floyd | SCRUTINIZE, DISEMBARK, and UNDO. Floyd | Floyd | "One shiny gets you a of the!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "reconfigure fire" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a shiny paperclip Floyd | your identity bracelet (being worn) Floyd | Floyd | Lalrry mumbles to himself. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks, "Didn't someone suggest that about fifteen minutes ago?" | |||
| DavidW says, "yes" | ||||
| Bert asks, "DId it just take us that long to get back to that room?" | ||||
| Lucea says, "yeah, but we needed to get the paperclip first" | ||||
| Bert says (to Lucea), "I thought we had the paperclip." | ||||
| Bert says, "But someone wanted to do something with the stairs." | ||||
| DavidW says, "My notes mention a chocolate donut for some reason." | ||||
| Lucea says, "oh. right. that was also me" | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Verb Guessing Booth Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | [Can't "undo" twice in succession. Sorry!] Floyd | Floyd | > | Lucea says, "oh damn it" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Verb Guessing Booth Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | CSUA Lounge Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Lucea says, "(I don't remember that. maybe I just never solved that puzzle?)" | |||
| DavidW asks, "You ate the donut that maybe we could've given to Adam?" | ||||
| Lucea says, "oh, no, I just forgot Floyd undid" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "So what's going on now? Are we gonna give the shiny paperclip to Lalrry next?" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "that would seem to be it, yes" | ||||
Floyd | You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "ilac" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | CSUA Lounge Floyd | The UCLA Computer Science student lounge is a hacker's paradise: a Floyd | line of Linux machines and X terminals runs parallel to the south and Floyd | west wall, ending in a Windows machine and an old Macintosh (for Floyd | contrarians) in the northwest corner. A couch makes the environment Floyd | conducive to overnighters and software design bull sessions. The exit Floyd | is to the east. Floyd | Floyd | Four computer geeks are here; Fred, Mark, Dan, and Leonard, by name. Floyd | Floyd | You can also see a rollable whiteboard here. Floyd | Floyd | "I wonder if something's wrong with the firewall," says Fred. Floyd | Floyd | Dan expresses his regret that Descartes and Hume were not Floyd | contemporaries of the pay-per-view cage match. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "reconfigure fire" | ||||
Floyd | Your hands seem to fly over the keys as Fred steps aside for you. Floyd | Obscure knowledge wells up from deep inside you as you change Floyd | configuration files left and right. When the dust clears, fire is back Floyd | on the net! Floyd | Floyd | Fred offers you his congratulations, but the room has begun to spin Floyd | and fade away. You can hear Mark say, "You know, there was a Deep Floyd | Space Nine episode where--" and then you find yourself back at the... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | ********************************************************************** Floyd | ********** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Verb Guessing Booth Floyd | The cramped, brightly-lit booth before which you stand is the field of Floyd | play for a carnival game with the improbable name of "Guess The Verb". Floyd | Lalrry, the jovial natural language parser inside the booth, Floyd | broadcasts a well-rehearsed patter promising great prizes and fun for Floyd | all ages; high adventure and unbridled kleptomania. The rest of the Floyd | carnival midway lies to the northeast, and you can scamper behind the Floyd | booth to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | A large wheel of fortune is attached to the booth behind the counter, Floyd | each of its three equally-sized divisions labeled with a single word: Floyd | SCRUTINIZE, DISEMBARK, and UNDO. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "give paperclip to lalrry" | ||||
Floyd | Lalrry gladly takes the paperclip from your outstretched palm. With Floyd | the flair of a showman, he tosses it into the air and catches it in Floyd | his shirt pocket. Stepping back, he indicates the wheel. Floyd | Floyd | "Guess a, any!", says Lalrry, indicating the wheel of fortune. Floyd | Floyd | > | Lucea asks, "wait, weren't we getting the donut?" | |||
| DavidW says, "We don't have a donut." | ||||
| maga says, "the donut was a joke" | ||||
| Lucea says, "ah" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "Where was the donut?" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "guess scrutinize" | ||||
Floyd | "Hey, good! And so spin the..." Floyd | Floyd | Lalrry gives the wheel a good push and it begins rapidly rotating, Floyd | spinning faster now, now slowly winding down until it...stops...on... Floyd | Floyd | SCRUTINIZE Floyd | Floyd | "Hey, win!" Lalrry seems genuinely excited as he hands you your Floyd | prize--a large plush doll made in the unauthorized image of a certain Floyd | tap-dancing animated frog. Floyd | Floyd | "I love that little!", Lalrry confides in you. "Always makes laugh!" Floyd | Floyd | "Now guess another, Isqui!" Floyd | Floyd | "Guess a, any!", says Lalrry, indicating the wheel of fortune. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "ha ha isqui" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x doll" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x frog" | ||||
Floyd | A green and yellow plush copyright violation: a cartoon frog wearing a Floyd | top hat. Floyd | Floyd | "Guess a, any!", says Lalrry, indicating the wheel of fortune. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga asks, "hm. I guess that means we don't get that sequence?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x wheel" | ||||
Floyd | A sort of rotating pie chart, the wheel of fortune is about four feet Floyd | in diameter and attached to a frame which, in turn, is bolted to the Floyd | side of the booth. A plastic red arrow suspended over the top of the Floyd | wheel indicates one of the two verbs at random (currently DISEMBARK), Floyd | and will do so again when Lalrry spins the wheel. The verbs currently Floyd | on the pie chart are DISEMBARK and UNDO, each taking up an equal slice Floyd | of the pie. Floyd | Floyd | "Guess a, any!", says Lalrry, indicating the wheel of fortune. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "guess disembark" | ||||
Floyd | "Hey, good! And so spin the..." Floyd | Floyd | Lalrry gives the wheel a good push and it begins rapidly rotating, Floyd | spinning faster now, now slowly winding down until it...stops...on... Floyd | Floyd | UNDO Floyd | Floyd | "Sorry!", says Lalrry with a shrug. "Better luck next!" Floyd | Floyd | You watch, only slightly disconcerted, as the fairgrounds waver and Floyd | fade away. You fall, but the fall is no longer frightening; it is Floyd | exhilarating. All the same, it is worrying just how far you are Floyd | falling--it seems much longer than last time--just as you begin to Floyd | wonder whether something has gone wrong, you are somewhere else. Floyd | Floyd | ********************************************************************** Floyd | ********** Floyd | Floyd | Uh-oh, you can see your hands. The invisibility potion must have worn Floyd | off! Your tactic for getting past the giant crab quickly changes from Floyd | quietly sneaking to running like mad for the oaken door on the Floyd | opposite side. Hearing the crunch of your sneakers against the Floyd | shell-ridden floor, the crab frantically scuttles around toward you, Floyd | but you have reached the door. It's unlocked! You open the door a Floyd | crack, dart through, and slam it shut again. Floyd | Floyd | A dull thud echoes from the other side of the door, followed by a soft Floyd | scratching. Breathing a sigh of relief, you turning around, noticing Floyd | for the first time just how close you are to the end of your quest. Floyd | For this is the... Floyd | Floyd | Warlock's Anteroom Floyd | The stone walls on either side of you reach high into the darkening Floyd | sky--the smell of fresh air is exhilarating after your travails within Floyd | the depths of the castle. This short hallway was once covered in lush Floyd | red carpet, but its exposure to the elements and its proximity to a Floyd | trigger-happy warlock have scorched and rotted it, exposing the Floyd | cobblestones beneath. Black mold grows on the few patches of carpeting Floyd | that remain. West is the large oaken door you so recently fled Floyd | through; east you can see into the the lighted study of the dread Floyd | warlock Do'papoc. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a plush frog Floyd | a Bracelet of Citrus Resistance (being worn) Floyd | a school-issue spellbook Floyd | a manual of demonology Floyd | a stuffed parrot Floyd | a Carelka quarter (providing light) Floyd | a shapeless blob of brown wax Floyd | a book of lore Floyd | a bag of Eldritch Farm cookies Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "yow. inventory esplosion" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x bracelet" | ||||
Floyd | Drawing its power from the Kinda-Sorta-Semi-Quasi-Para-Elemental Plane Floyd | of Citrus, this magical bracelet grants you immunity to all Floyd | citrus-based attacks. Its gemstones sparkle the color of lemons, Floyd | grapefruits, and oranges. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x spellbook" | ||||
Floyd | This slight, spiral-bound tome has "Isqui's Spellbook" written on the Floyd | blue cover. It contains seven spells, laboriously copied from your Floyd | school textbook. Unfortunately, your school textbook, "Harry Potter Floyd | and the 2000 Middle School Magical Education Standards", tends to Floyd | focus less on the "cause mighty warlock to tremble in fear" type Floyd | spells and more on the "subject target to sharp kick in pants" type Floyd | spells. In fact, "subject target to sharp kick in pants" is probably Floyd | your best spell, apart from "open even locked or enchanted objects", Floyd | which you can't even memorize anymore, since you got strawberry jam Floyd | all over the runes. Floyd | Floyd | Your spellbook contains the following spells: Floyd | funyun spell: cause spell caster to memorize wrong spell. Floyd | geordi spell: bring simulacrum of animal to life. Floyd | foobar spell: make the inedible edible. Floyd | rekn0g spell: Bj*e,ev%n.l/((-%d o(fen.na5t*d o2*l70. Floyd | bismol spell: subject target to sharp kick in pants. Floyd | formic spell: summon being's mother. Floyd | eldspa spell: sharpen pencil. Floyd | Floyd | [For help on casting spells, type HELP SPELLS.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "rekn0g me" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "learn rekn0g" | ||||
Floyd | Using your best study habits, you commit the rekn0g spell to memory. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "rekn0g me" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | ** Run-time error: rekn0g_spell (object number 242) has no property Floyd | magic to send message ** Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks, "That's a TADS error, isn't it?" | |||
| DavidW says, "yes, I think so" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "learn bismol" | ||||
Floyd | Using your best study habits, you commit the bismol spell to memory. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "learn funyun" | ||||
Floyd | Using your best study habits, you commit the funyun spell to memory. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x manual" | ||||
Floyd | "How To Summon Demons and Influence People" concerns itself primarily Floyd | with powerful and dangerous fiends like the iCthulu, summonable in Floyd | eight deadly colors. The spells of summoning have bizarre names like Floyd | "lexyacc" and "perlsed", and are very complicated, some requiring Floyd | material components. Only one spell near the beginning seems even Floyd | remotely comprehensible to you: Floyd | Floyd | awkgrep spell: summon extremely minor demon. Floyd | Floyd | [For help on casting spells, type HELP SPELLS.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "learn foobar" | ||||
Floyd | Using your best study habits, you commit the foobar spell to memory. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "foobar frog" | ||||
Floyd | The plush frog suddenly looks edible. In fact, it looks downright Floyd | tasty. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "eat frog" | ||||
Floyd | You eat the plush frog. Not bad. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh dear" | |||
| Bert says, "Um. Maybe I should undo that." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Warlock's Anteroom Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x lore" | ||||
Floyd | It looks like a normal book, "Lup's Compendium of Tales Most Ancient". Floyd | Opening it up, however, reveals that the book is completely blank, Floyd | except for a few lines of verse in the middle of a page near the Floyd | beginning: Floyd | Floyd | YE HUNTING HOUND AND YE SNAIL Floyd | List'n to ye Tragic Tale Floyd | Ye Hound of Cern imprisoned be Floyd | From now until ye End of Time Floyd | And naught but 'tis a flaming Snail Floyd | Will break his curse, and bring to thee Floyd | A refreshing Splash of Lemon-Lyme Floyd | Place Snail on Stone where Hound is kep't Floyd | And he for whome all Nature wep't Floyd | A Prisoner no more will rise: Floyd | REQUIRE, BEND, and CAUTERIZE Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "ha ha ha" | |||
| maga says, "(er, to eating Kermit)" | ||||
| DavidW says, "That wasn't Kermit. That was Michigan J. Frog." | ||||
| Lucea is gonna get back baby bad balls to you, love, cretin. | ||||
| Lucea arrives, ready to play with the toys. | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x frog" | ||||
Floyd | A green and yellow plush copyright violation: a cartoon frog wearing a Floyd | top hat. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Yeah, W's right." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "frog, dance" | ||||
Floyd | You can't talk to the plush frog. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "ah, okay" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x wax" | ||||
Floyd | A blob of wax about six inches in diameter, the melted remains of the Floyd | snail candle. The wick is probably still in there somewhere. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cookies" | ||||
Floyd | It's a bag of Eldritch Farm cookies -- "Remember when the sun guttered Floyd | out and inky slithering blackness engulfed the earth? Eldritch Farm Floyd | remembers." The instructions on the bag indicate that the chocolatey Floyd | cookies may be eaten, or used as spell components when summoning Floyd | demons of unimaginable power. There are four cookies left. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a plush frog Floyd | a Bracelet of Citrus Resistance (being worn) Floyd | a school-issue spellbook Floyd | a manual of demonology Floyd | a stuffed parrot Floyd | a Carelka quarter (providing light) Floyd | a shapeless blob of brown wax Floyd | a book of lore Floyd | a bag of Eldritch Farm cookies Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x parrot" | ||||
Floyd | This parrot looks real enough to have been alive at one point, but it Floyd | may simply be a well-crafted construction. In any event, it's not Floyd | alive right now. Lovely plumage, though; brilliant blues, greens, and Floyd | yellows. Now that you've separated it from its perch, it has no Floyd | particular orientation, and dangles upside-down from your hand. Its Floyd | glass eye stares at you balefully, blaming you for subjecting it to Floyd | the rigors of gravity. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x lore" | ||||
Floyd | It looks like a normal book, "Lup's Compendium of Tales Most Ancient". Floyd | Opening it up, however, reveals that the book is completely blank, Floyd | except for a few lines of verse in the middle of a page near the Floyd | beginning: Floyd | Floyd | YE HUNTING HOUND AND YE SNAIL Floyd | List'n to ye Tragic Tale Floyd | Ye Hound of Cern imprisoned be Floyd | From now until ye End of Time Floyd | And naught but 'tis a flaming Snail Floyd | Will break his curse, and bring to thee Floyd | A refreshing Splash of Lemon-Lyme Floyd | Place Snail on Stone where Hound is kep't Floyd | And he for whome all Nature wep't Floyd | A Prisoner no more will rise: Floyd | REQUIRE, BEND, and CAUTERIZE Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "require" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "x citrus" | ||||
Floyd | Drawing its power from the Kinda-Sorta-Semi-Quasi-Para-Elemental Plane Floyd | of Citrus, this magical bracelet grants you immunity to all Floyd | citrus-based attacks. Its gemstones sparkle the color of lemons, Floyd | grapefruits, and oranges. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x quarter" | ||||
Floyd | A quarter from the sprite nation of Carelka. It glows with a magical Floyd | light. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Warlock's Anteroom Floyd | The stone walls on either side of you reach high into the darkening Floyd | sky--the smell of fresh air is exhilarating after your travails within Floyd | the depths of the castle. This short hallway was once covered in lush Floyd | red carpet, but its exposure to the elements and its proximity to a Floyd | trigger-happy warlock have scorched and rotted it, exposing the Floyd | cobblestones beneath. Black mold grows on the few patches of carpeting Floyd | that remain. West is the large oaken door you so recently fled Floyd | through; east you can see into the the lighted study of the dread Floyd | warlock Do'papoc. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x mold" | ||||
Floyd | The black mold is in an advanced state of growth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x carpet" | ||||
Floyd | The surviving bits of the red carpet are covered in mold. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x cobblestones" | ||||
Floyd | The exposed cobblestones are smooth and worn by the passage of time. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "smell" | ||||
Floyd | Fresh air with a hint of ozone. Damp mold and rotting wood, the kind Floyd | of smell found under logs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x logs" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Warlock's Study Floyd | The sumptuously decorated study of Do'papoc is decorated in Floyd | bookshelves, full of tomes radiating power. A large, bone-white candle Floyd | drips wax onto an oaken table, shedding light on a large, ancient Floyd | spellbook and a terribly inaccurate globe. Floyd | Floyd | An aged man dressed in black robes sits at the table. Looking up from Floyd | his book, he chuckles, shaking his head. Floyd | Floyd | "You poor, miserable fool!", he says. "If only you had found the Floyd | obnoxious parrot, preparing beforehand with the funyun, bismol, and Floyd | formic spells... then you may have stood a chance against me! But now, Floyd | the might of the brussel spell will turn you into 7,904 individually Floyd | wrapped jawbreakers!" Floyd | Floyd | Before you can react, the warlock casts a spell at you! It tingles a Floyd | bit, but its most noticeable effect is its complete and utter failure Floyd | at turning you into so many as ten individually wrapped jawbreakers. Floyd | Floyd | Do'papoc looks extremely embarrassed and hastily consults the online Floyd | documentation for the brussel spell. "Blast!", he spouts, tearing at Floyd | his beard. "The brussel spell is for ages 12 and up! Local Sorcerers Floyd | 503 was clever to send a mere child to do battle with me!" Reaching Floyd | for his spellbook, the warlock becomes calmer and more pensive. "No Floyd | matter," he muses with a snarl. "I'll simply make use of 'brussel Floyd | junior', the brussel spell for the younger set!" Floyd | Floyd | Do'papoc turns to his book and begins furiously memorizing a spell! Floyd | You've only got one shot at this--whatever you do, it'd better be Floyd | good! Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "waah!" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Warlock's Anteroom Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "learn formic" | ||||
Floyd | Using your best study habits, you commit the formic spell to memory. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax asks, "Oh, is this one of those instances when you have to know ahead of time what to do?" | |||
| maga says, "the verb here is UNDO" | ||||
| inky says, "ha ha" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "spells" | ||||
Floyd | You have the formic spell, funyun spell and bismol spell memorized. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Oh" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "read book" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the school-issue spellbook, the manual of Floyd | demonology or the book of lore? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "spellbook" | ||||
Floyd | This slight, spiral-bound tome has "Isqui's Spellbook" written on the Floyd | blue cover. It contains seven spells, laboriously copied from your Floyd | school textbook. Unfortunately, your school textbook, "Harry Potter Floyd | and the 2000 Middle School Magical Education Standards", tends to Floyd | focus less on the "cause mighty warlock to tremble in fear" type Floyd | spells and more on the "subject target to sharp kick in pants" type Floyd | spells. In fact, "subject target to sharp kick in pants" is probably Floyd | your best spell, apart from "open even locked or enchanted objects", Floyd | which you can't even memorize anymore, since you got strawberry jam Floyd | all over the runes. Floyd | Floyd | Your spellbook contains the following spells: Floyd | funyun spell: cause spell caster to memorize wrong spell. Floyd | geordi spell: bring simulacrum of animal to life. Floyd | foobar spell: make the inedible edible. Floyd | rekn0g spell: Bj*e,ev%n.l/((-%d o(fen.na5t*d o2*l70. Floyd | bismol spell: subject target to sharp kick in pants. Floyd | formic spell: summon being's mother. Floyd | eldspa spell: sharpen pencil. Floyd | Floyd | [For help on casting spells, type HELP SPELLS.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "learn geordi" | ||||
Floyd | Using your best study habits, you commit the geordi spell to memory. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax asks, "Isqui??" | |||
| Alex says (to Limax), "Awwwk! Word on the street is that isqui is sexy-funky-hot, also http://mountainmemoirs.com/ifMUD/isqui.html." | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "learn rekn0g" | ||||
Floyd | Using your best study habits, you commit the rekn0g spell to memory. Floyd | You have so much buzzing around in your head, though, that it's likely Floyd | something may have been forgotten in the shuffle. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky asks, "how can it not be the kick in pants spell?" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "learn bismol" | ||||
Floyd | Using your best study habits, you commit the bismol spell to memory Floyd | once again. You have so much buzzing around in your head, though, that Floyd | it's likely something may have been forgotten in the shuffle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "spells" | ||||
Floyd | You have the bismol spell (twice), formic spell and funyun spell Floyd | memorized. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "although I guess that is an argument for trying all the others first" | |||
| inky says (to Floyd), "forget bismol" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert asks, "Hmm, we can only learn three?" | |||
| inky says, "you have bismol twice" | ||||
| Limax says, "We're a very basic enchanter" | ||||
| Bert asks, "We can only learn four?" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "learn eldspa" | ||||
Floyd | Using your best study habits, you commit the eldspa spell to memory. Floyd | You have so much buzzing around in your head, though, that it's likely Floyd | something may have been forgotten in the shuffle. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "that seems about right" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "spells" | ||||
Floyd | You have the eldspa spell, bismol spell, formic spell and funyun spell Floyd | memorized. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "it's like an inventory limit, but for spells" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "cf9" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "oh, and we need to geordi the parrot" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "learn geordi" | ||||
Floyd | Using your best study habits, you commit the geordi spell to memory. Floyd | You have so much buzzing around in your head, though, that it's likely Floyd | something may have been forgotten in the shuffle. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax asks, "Does that give it a cool visor?" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "geordi parrot" | ||||
Floyd | The parrot suddenly comes alive in your hands! Squawking and swearing Floyd | in the gravelly tongue of the parrots, it wrests free from your grasp Floyd | and perches on your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x parrot" | ||||
Floyd | While a humble simulacrum, the parrot was a genteel if unwieldy Floyd | companion. Your gift of life seems wasted on it, as the animate parrot Floyd | is smelly, raucous, prone to shed feathers, and fond of perching on Floyd | your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "oh, right, he told us what to do" | |||
| inky says, "I didn't think he was serious" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "spells" | ||||
Floyd | You have the bismol spell, formic spell and funyun spell memorized. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "formic parrot" | ||||
Floyd | You're the closest thing the parrot has to a mother, and you're Floyd | already here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x spellbook" | ||||
Floyd | This slight, spiral-bound tome has "Isqui's Spellbook" written on the Floyd | blue cover. It contains seven spells, laboriously copied from your Floyd | school textbook. Unfortunately, your school textbook, "Harry Potter Floyd | and the 2000 Middle School Magical Education Standards", tends to Floyd | focus less on the "cause mighty warlock to tremble in fear" type Floyd | spells and more on the "subject target to sharp kick in pants" type Floyd | spells. In fact, "subject target to sharp kick in pants" is probably Floyd | your best spell, apart from "open even locked or enchanted objects", Floyd | which you can't even memorize anymore, since you got strawberry jam Floyd | all over the runes. Floyd | Floyd | Your spellbook contains the following spells: Floyd | funyun spell: cause spell caster to memorize wrong spell. Floyd | geordi spell: bring simulacrum of animal to life. Floyd | foobar spell: make the inedible edible. Floyd | rekn0g spell: Bj*e,ev%n.l/((-%d o(fen.na5t*d o2*l70. Floyd | bismol spell: subject target to sharp kick in pants. Floyd | formic spell: summon being's mother. Floyd | eldspa spell: sharpen pencil. Floyd | Floyd | [For help on casting spells, type HELP SPELLS.] Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Should we try summoning a minor demon?" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "awkgrep" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "okay, so memorization, pants, mother" | |||
| maga says, "why not" | ||||
| Bert exclaims, "Let's try it!" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "learn awkgrep" | ||||
Floyd | Using your best study habits, you commit the awkgrep spell to memory. Floyd | The parrot squawks woodenly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "awkgrep" | ||||
Floyd | There is a puff of smoke, and Tim the demon appears next to your Floyd | shoulder. Noticing the parrot on your head, Tim buzzes frantically and Floyd | vanishes back into his native plane. Floyd | With a final screech, the obnoxious parrot reverts to its inanimate Floyd | form and plummets lifeless to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | inky says, "wow" | |||
| DavidW asks, "huh. Did Tim do that, or does geordi have limited time?" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Warlock's Anteroom Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | With a final screech, the obnoxious parrot reverts to its inanimate Floyd | form and plummets lifeless to the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "I'm going to guess the latter." | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "awkgrep" | ||||
Floyd | In a puff of smoke, Tim the demon appears next to your shoulder. Floyd | "Tim!", he says, indicating himself. He shows no sign of recognizing Floyd | you from previous summons, but begins buzzing around your head, Floyd | awaiting your instructions. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "I would agree" | |||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "tim, hi" | ||||
Floyd | Bzzzz! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "kiss tim" | ||||
Floyd | Kissing a demon is a federal offense. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "eat tim" | ||||
Floyd | (first taking Tim the demon) Floyd | Tim buzzes out of your reach. Floyd | Floyd | Tim whistles a demonic tune. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "ask tim about magic" | ||||
Floyd | There is no reply. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask tim about rekn0g" | ||||
Floyd | There is no reply. Floyd | Floyd | Tim buzzes urgently. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "tim, make me a sandwich" | ||||
Floyd | Bzzzz! Floyd | Floyd | There is a pop, and Tim is gone from this plane. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask tim about warlord" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Tim has left the building" | |||
| DavidW says, "bah" | ||||
| DavidW says, "well, I know what to do. I'm casting afk and going to make a sandwich." | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "learn geordi" | ||||
Floyd | Using your best study habits, you commit the geordi spell to memory. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Snrk" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "geordi parrot" | ||||
Floyd | The parrot suddenly comes alive! Squawking and swearing in the Floyd | gravelly tongue of the parrots, it flaps into the air and perches on Floyd | your head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Warlock's Study Floyd | The sumptuously decorated study of Do'papoc is decorated in Floyd | bookshelves, full of tomes radiating power. A large, bone-white candle Floyd | drips wax onto an oaken table, shedding light on a large, ancient Floyd | spellbook and a terribly inaccurate globe. Floyd | Floyd | An aged man dressed in black robes sits at the table. Looking up from Floyd | his book, he chuckles, shaking his head. Floyd | Floyd | "You poor, miserable fool!", he says. "If only you had found the Floyd | obnoxious parrot, preparing beforehand with the funyun, bismol, and Floyd | formic spells... then you may have stood a chance against me! But now, Floyd | the might of the brussel spell will turn you into 7,904 individually Floyd | wrapped jawbreakers!" Floyd | Floyd | Before you can react, the warlock casts a spell at you! It tingles a Floyd | bit, but its most noticeable effect is its complete and utter failure Floyd | at turning you into so many as ten individually wrapped jawbreakers. Floyd | Floyd | Do'papoc looks extremely embarrassed and hastily consults the online Floyd | documentation for the brussel spell. "Blast!", he spouts, tearing at Floyd | his beard. "The brussel spell is for ages 12 and up! Local Sorcerers Floyd | 503 was clever to send a mere child to do battle with me!" Reaching Floyd | for his spellbook, the warlock becomes calmer and more pensive. "No Floyd | matter," he muses with a snarl. "I'll simply make use of 'brussel Floyd | junior', the brussel spell for the younger set!" Floyd | Floyd | Do'papoc turns to his book and begins furiously memorizing a spell! Floyd | You've only got one shot at this--whatever you do, it'd better be Floyd | good! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "funyun dopapoc" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "funyun do'papoc" | ||||
Floyd | Do'papoc seems confused momentarily, and shakes his head as if to Floyd | clear his eyes, then goes back to his book and finishes the Floyd | preparations for his spell. Floyd | Floyd | Do'papoc points at you and utters a word of power: "bokbar!" Floyd | Floyd | Unsurprisingly, nothing happens. The bokbar spell is "turn human into Floyd | parrot", and since there is already a parrot in the vicinity, the Floyd | enchantment has no effect. (Wow, I guess those arbitrary, inconvenient Floyd | limitations on spells cut both ways!) Floyd | Floyd | Do'papoc is not pleased, and, shamelessly disregarding the rules of Floyd | turn-based magical combat, casts another spell at you. Suddenly, a Floyd | sheepish-looking goblin carrying a dagger appears and cowers in the Floyd | corner. "Kill!", demands the warlock, pointing at you, and the Floyd | whimpering goblin begins a valiant attempt to approach you menacingly Floyd | without ever reducing the distance between you and him. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Heh" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "bismol goblin" | ||||
Floyd | The goblin squeals and leaps into the air, clutching his posterior. Floyd | Waving his knife, he flees through a side passageway into the depths Floyd | of the keep. Floyd | "Bah!", expectorates the warlock. "Enough of this! I will destroy you Floyd | and your pathetic but exceedingly well-chosen spells with one mighty Floyd | blow!" Floyd | Floyd | Reaching into his pocket, Do'papoc tosses a handful of magical dust Floyd | into the air, speaking a summons of great power -- "borax!" Floyd | Floyd | The dust explodes, filling the air with smoke, and from the billowing Floyd | black clouds emerges a bronzed warrior, clad in equally bronze mail Floyd | and carrying a decidedly steely bast--er, broadsword. He looks at you Floyd | with a smirk, and, nodding his head in acknowledgement of an unheard Floyd | order, begins to stride purposefully towards you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "formic warrior" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Emily has disconnected. | ||||
| Emily goes home. | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "formic warlock" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "learn formic" | ||||
Floyd | Using your best study habits, you commit the formic spell to memory. Floyd | The warrior bears down on you, raising his sword... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have... wait a minute. *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | ********************************************************************** Floyd | ********** Floyd | Floyd | From beyond the valley of the dead, you hear a voice: Floyd | Floyd | "It's a good thing your daughter was wearing that emergency bracelet. Floyd | Otherwise, who knows how I would have reached you." Floyd | Floyd | You hear another voice, your mother's. "Is she okay?" Floyd | Floyd | "She's right in here, ma'am." Floyd | Floyd | You open your eyes. Floyd | Floyd | Inside the Booth (on the canvas cot) Floyd | Inside, the small booth is a mess of blinking lights and Floyd | interconnected black boxes. There are no prizes here; only the noun Floyd | disambiguators, verb-to-action sequencers, and speech synthesizers Floyd | that help Lalrry make sense of the world. Floyd | Floyd | Your parents are standing over you, looking down with expressions of Floyd | concern. They are greatly relieved to see your eyes open. Your father Floyd | stoops down and, in the absence of any objection from Lalrry, lifts Floyd | you up into a bear hug. Floyd | Floyd | "How's it going, sporto?", he asks. "Okay," you reply, rubbing your Floyd | eyes. "I guess I just fainted." Floyd | Floyd | "Well, all's well that ends well, I suppose," says your mother Floyd | stiffly. Come on, Isqui, let's take you home." Floyd | Floyd | *** You have been reunited with your parents *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In that game, you guessed 1 verb and completed 2 scenarios, in 95 Floyd | moves. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game or QUIT? Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Warlock's Study Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "huh, I was sure we'd memorised formic" | |||
| Limax says, "I thought it got pushed out of our head" | ||||
| Limax says, "Too bad doing 'spells' also advances the turn counter" | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | [Can't "undo" twice in succession. Sorry!] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Limax says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Warlock's Study Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Warlock's Study Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Warlock's Study Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Warlock's Study Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Warlock's Study Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "/undo" | ||||
Floyd | Warlock's Anteroom Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "spells" | ||||
Floyd | You have the bismol spell and funyun spell memorized. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "learn formic" | ||||
Floyd | Using your best study habits, you commit the formic spell to memory. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Warlock's Study Floyd | The sumptuously decorated study of Do'papoc is decorated in Floyd | bookshelves, full of tomes radiating power. A large, bone-white candle Floyd | drips wax onto an oaken table, shedding light on a large, ancient Floyd | spellbook and a terribly inaccurate globe. Floyd | Floyd | An aged man dressed in black robes sits at the table. Looking up from Floyd | his book, he chuckles, shaking his head. Floyd | Floyd | "You poor, miserable fool!", he says. "If only you had found the Floyd | obnoxious parrot, preparing beforehand with the funyun, bismol, and Floyd | formic spells... then you may have stood a chance against me! But now, Floyd | the might of the brussel spell will turn you into 7,904 individually Floyd | wrapped jawbreakers!" Floyd | Floyd | Before you can react, the warlock casts a spell at you! It tingles a Floyd | bit, but its most noticeable effect is its complete and utter failure Floyd | at turning you into so many as ten individually wrapped jawbreakers. Floyd | Floyd | Do'papoc looks extremely embarrassed and hastily consults the online Floyd | documentation for the brussel spell. "Blast!", he spouts, tearing at Floyd | his beard. "The brussel spell is for ages 12 and up! Local Sorcerers Floyd | 503 was clever to send a mere child to do battle with me!" Reaching Floyd | for his spellbook, the warlock becomes calmer and more pensive. "No Floyd | matter," he muses with a snarl. "I'll simply make use of 'brussel Floyd | junior', the brussel spell for the younger set!" Floyd | Floyd | Do'papoc turns to his book and begins furiously memorizing a spell! Floyd | You've only got one shot at this--whatever you do, it'd better be Floyd | good! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "funyun do'papoc" | ||||
Floyd | Do'papoc seems confused momentarily, and shakes his head as if to Floyd | clear his eyes, then goes back to his book and finishes the Floyd | preparations for his spell. Floyd | Floyd | Do'papoc points at you and utters a word of power: "bokbar!" Floyd | Floyd | Unsurprisingly, nothing happens. The bokbar spell is "turn human into Floyd | parrot", and since there is already a parrot in the vicinity, the Floyd | enchantment has no effect. (Wow, I guess those arbitrary, inconvenient Floyd | limitations on spells cut both ways!) Floyd | Floyd | Do'papoc is not pleased, and, shamelessly disregarding the rules of Floyd | turn-based magical combat, casts another spell at you. Suddenly, a Floyd | sheepish-looking goblin carrying a dagger appears and cowers in the Floyd | corner. "Kill!", demands the warlock, pointing at you, and the Floyd | whimpering goblin begins a valiant attempt to approach you menacingly Floyd | without ever reducing the distance between you and him. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "bismol goblin" | ||||
Floyd | The goblin squeals and leaps into the air, clutching his posterior. Floyd | Waving his knife, he flees through a side passageway into the depths Floyd | of the keep. Floyd | "Bah!", expectorates the warlock. "Enough of this! I will destroy you Floyd | and your pathetic but exceedingly well-chosen spells with one mighty Floyd | blow!" Floyd | Floyd | Reaching into his pocket, Do'papoc tosses a handful of magical dust Floyd | into the air, speaking a summons of great power -- "borax!" Floyd | Floyd | The dust explodes, filling the air with smoke, and from the billowing Floyd | black clouds emerges a bronzed warrior, clad in equally bronze mail Floyd | and carrying a decidedly steely bast--er, broadsword. He looks at you Floyd | with a smirk, and, nodding his head in acknowledgement of an unheard Floyd | order, begins to stride purposefully towards you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "formic warrior" | ||||
Floyd | "Bernie Michael Angor!" A voice from behind the warrior causes him to Floyd | stop in his tracks. His hands drop to his sides, the weapon swinging Floyd | uselessly as he turns around, cringing. Floyd | Floyd | "Look at you, young man!" The old woman, dressed in drab reds and Floyd | flamboyant necklaces, is not pleased. "Going out without a shirt! What Floyd | are you trying to do, die of cold? Maybe give your mother a heart Floyd | attack? What do you think you're doing with that sword? You're going Floyd | to kill someone with that thing, and what would your father think? Floyd | Floyd | "And you, Mr. Warlock! Terrorizing the countryside! Killing off the Floyd | peasantry! Turning the land black with oppression and woe! What do you Floyd | hope to accomplish, huh? Didn't you ever have a mother to tell you Floyd | what's right and wrong? Floyd | Floyd | The aged woman grabs Do'papoc and her son in an ear lock (she may be Floyd | short, but she's got long arms, and a strong grip), and begins to drag Floyd | them both, painfully, into the anteroom. Passing you, she turns and Floyd | addresses you. Floyd | Floyd | "You hurry home, young lady. This is no place for someone like you." Floyd | She nods at you, and you fade away... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | ********************************************************************** Floyd | ********** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Verb Guessing Booth Floyd | The cramped, brightly-lit booth before which you stand is the field of Floyd | play for a carnival game with the improbable name of "Guess The Verb". Floyd | Lalrry, the jovial natural language parser inside the booth, Floyd | broadcasts a well-rehearsed patter promising great prizes and fun for Floyd | all ages; high adventure and unbridled kleptomania. The rest of the Floyd | carnival midway lies to the northeast, and you can scamper behind the Floyd | booth to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | A large wheel of fortune is attached to the booth behind the counter, Floyd | labeled with a single word: DISEMBARK. Floyd | Floyd | Lalrry briefly pulls you aside. "The crowned of have guessed at my," Floyd | he says confidentially. "The Queen was quite on, although the of would Floyd | hear of but, rather, should say." You nod in what you hope looks like Floyd | agreement. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a Canadian quarter Floyd | a spelling book Floyd | a plush frog Floyd | your identity bracelet (being worn) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "x canadian" | ||||
Floyd | A newly minted millennial Canadian quarter. You're not sure how you Floyd | ended up with it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "x spelling" | ||||
Floyd | A sixth-grade spelling book, with lists of words and definitions. Floyd | Words that are spelled oddly--one or two per lesson--are for some Floyd | reason given the name of 'snurks'. You're not really sure how you Floyd | ended up with the book. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Lucea says (to floyd), "x frog" | ||||
Floyd | A green and yellow plush copyright violation: a cartoon frog wearing a Floyd | top hat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "spells" | ||||
Floyd | Huh? Floyd | Floyd | Lalrry makes a long-winded, heartfelt speech which you can't Floyd | understand at all. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "give quarter to lalrry" | ||||
Floyd | "I don't understand what you're trying to do," says Lalrry, rejecting Floyd | your offer. Floyd | Floyd | "Fabulous, fabulous, fabulous!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "guess disembark" | ||||
Floyd | "Sorry," says Lalrry, "but I need a shiny from before can GUESS THE!" Floyd | Floyd | Lalrry briefly pulls you aside. "The crowned of have guessed at my," Floyd | he says confidentially. "The Queen was quite on, although the of would Floyd | hear of but, rather, should say." You nod in what you hope looks like Floyd | agreement. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "okay, I guess Canadian quarters aren't shiny" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Behind the Booths Floyd | You are in a shadowy alcove, surrounded by the canvas backs of several Floyd | carnival booths. The music and bustle of the midway seems very far Floyd | away, and a harvest moon illuminates the wet grass of the fairgrounds Floyd | and the makeshift walls that surround you. Floyd | Floyd | The glinting tip of a small metal box peeks out from beneath the verb Floyd | guessing booth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x quarter" | ||||
Floyd | A newly minted millennial Canadian quarter. You're not sure how you Floyd | ended up with it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "turn on blue" | ||||
Floyd | That's already on. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "turn off blue" | ||||
Floyd | As you flip the switch, the LED suddenly goes dark. | Bert exclaims, "But they are quarters!" | |||
Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "turn on orange" | ||||
Floyd | As you flip the switch, the LED suddenly lights up green. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Verb Guessing Booth Floyd | The cramped, brightly-lit booth before which you stand is the field of Floyd | play for a carnival game with the improbable name of "Guess The Verb". Floyd | Lalrry, the jovial natural language parser inside the booth, Floyd | broadcasts a well-rehearsed patter promising great prizes and fun for Floyd | all ages; high adventure and unbridled kleptomania. The rest of the Floyd | carnival midway lies to the northeast, and you can scamper behind the Floyd | booth to the southeast. Floyd | Floyd | A large wheel of fortune is attached to the booth behind the counter, Floyd | labeled with a single word: DISEMBARK. Floyd | Floyd | > | maga says, "technically he should have said 'we don't take Canadian'" | |||
| maga says (to Floyd), "give canadian to lalrry" | ||||
Floyd | Lalrry gladly takes the quarter from your outstretched palm. With the Floyd | flair of a showman, he tosses it into the air and catches it in his Floyd | shirt pocket. Stepping back, he indicates the wheel. Floyd | Floyd | "Guess a verb, verb!", says Lalrry, indicating the wheel of fortune. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| maga says (to Floyd), "guess disembark" | ||||
Floyd | "Hey, guess! And so I spin the wheel..." Floyd | Floyd | Lalrry gives the wheel a good push and it begins rapidly rotating, Floyd | spinning faster now, now slowly winding down until it...stops...on... Floyd | Floyd | DISEMBARK Floyd | Floyd | "Hey, you win!" Lalrry seems genuinely excited as he hands you your Floyd | prize--a long rope of red licorice. Floyd | Floyd | Lalrry shrugs and says "Guess that's! 'Ve got to get going now--no use Floyd | hanging around after all the are gone. Hope had." Floyd | Floyd | Lallry begins slowly, methodically dismantling the empty wheel. You Floyd | stand and watch him for a while, an awkward figure working gracefully Floyd | in silence. Then you turn away and slowly walk into the humid night,, Floyd | clutching your prizes. Floyd | Floyd | *** You have completed the game *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In that game, you guessed 2 verbs and completed 3 scenarios, in 110 Floyd | moves. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, see some suggestions Floyd | for AMUSING things to do or QUIT? Floyd | > | maga says, "so I guess the nature of the game is that you don't get to play all of the scenarios" | |||
| Limax says, "Aw" | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Verb Guessing Booth Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "guess xyzzy" | ||||
Floyd | "Sorry, that's not on the wheel!" Floyd | Floyd | "Guess a verb, verb!", says Lalrry, indicating the wheel of fortune. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Aha." | |||
| Limax asks, "What is on the wheel?" | ||||
| maga says, "I suppose we could restart and try and get the other two, but it'd be a crapshoot" | ||||
| Bert says, "DISEMBARK" | ||||
| Limax says, "Maybe it was written for many hours of play" | ||||
| maga says, "I think it was a comp entry" | ||||
| maga asks, "so maybe this was a way to keep the play time down?" | ||||
| Limax says, "Okay... for hours of enjoyment after the comp" | ||||
| maga says, "Thanks for coming, all" | ||||
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