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| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "load ka" | ||||
Floyd | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Suddenly...gradually...the sleep of death is pierced by a strange Floyd | awakening... Floyd | Floyd | ...the priest opening your mouth... Floyd | Floyd | ...senses rushing back: taste, smell, sight, hearing, touch... Floyd | Floyd | ...but not pain, not heat or cold, not quick emotion... Floyd | Floyd | ...not breath... Floyd | Floyd | Ka Floyd | An Interactive Escape by Dan Efran Floyd | Release 2 / Serial number 100212 / Inform 7 build 5Z71 (I6/v6.31 lib Floyd | 6/12N) Floyd | (Players new to interactive fiction may wish to type "about".) Floyd | Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | You can feel that you are surrounded by cold metal. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "I thought it was floyd load ka" | |||
| Gerynar says, "and you'd be correct" | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "about" | ||||
Floyd | This is an interactive story. You are in the lead role. Specify your
Floyd | next action at the prompt in the form of a simple command, like "take
Floyd | cake" or "go north" ("n" for short) or "look" ("l").
Floyd |
Floyd | Be observant! Be creative! Examine things ("x" for short) to reveal
Floyd | subtle details. If you get stuck, type "help". For more information
Floyd | about this game, type "credits".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | You feel...dead. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Darkness Floyd | It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing. Floyd | You can feel that you are surrounded by cold metal. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a papyrus scroll Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "touch metal" | ||||
Floyd | The darkness is complete, but nothing else feels quite like solid Floyd | gold. It fits the shape of your body like...well, like a coffin. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "read scroll" | ||||
Floyd | Though it is dark, somehow you can read - or perhaps you merely recall Floyd | reading in life - the first spell-song in the Book of the Dead: Cat Floyd | Eyes. Floyd | Floyd | The words of that song fill your mind, and now you sense the power Floyd | behind them: Floyd | Floyd | Cat Eyes Floyd | In midnight skies Floyd | Twin moons Floyd | Light the way. Floyd | Black cat's eyes Floyd | Reveal runes; Floyd | Turn night to day. Floyd | Floyd | Those lyrics call to mind a half-remembered melody. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky arrives, full of fun and funk. | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "sing cat eyes" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Cat Eyes. Floyd | Floyd | It is still pitch dark, but the darkness no longer hinders your Floyd | vision. Floyd | Floyd | The Solid Gold Coffin Floyd | Your innermost coffin is fashioned of solid gold. Not bad! Floyd | Floyd | In the Solid Gold Coffin you can see your body. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | A shadow of your former self, more or less literally. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x body" | ||||
Floyd | Bound tight, protected with amulets, anointed with arcane oils: your Floyd | body can rest safely here for eternity, though your own labors and Floyd | dangers are not yet done. Floyd | Floyd | Or so you have always been told. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "open coffin" | ||||
Floyd | It is beyond your strength to open that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "search body" | ||||
Floyd | Hundreds of protective amulets are still in place. Good. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "exit coffin" | ||||
Floyd | You can't get out of the closed Solid Gold Coffin. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x amulets" | ||||
Floyd | Hundreds of protective amulets are still in place. Good. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "take body" | ||||
Floyd | You won't need that where you're going. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x coffin" | ||||
Floyd | Nothing else feels quite like solid gold. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | The Solid Gold Coffin Floyd | Your innermost coffin is fashioned of solid gold. Not bad! Floyd | Floyd | In the Solid Gold Coffin you can see your body. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | You can't get out of the closed Solid Gold Coffin. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x scroll" | ||||
Floyd | It is a Book of the Dead, a richly illustrated grimoire, teaching Floyd | spell-songs reputed to be of aid to the newly deceased in their Floyd | eldritch travels. This one is dedicated to you and titled The Book of Floyd | Songs of Getting Through The Day. Floyd | Floyd | What could that mean? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a Book of Songs of Getting Through the Day Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "strange" | |||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "read scroll" | ||||
Floyd | The Book of Songs of Getting Through the Day is a richly illustrated Floyd | scroll on virgin papyrus; its chapters are spell-songs prepared to Floyd | help you survive this most unusual day. As you read, you sense the Floyd | power behind these ancient verses... Floyd | Floyd | Cat Eyes Floyd | In midnight skies Floyd | Twin moons Floyd | Light the way. Floyd | Black cat's eyes Floyd | Reveal runes; Floyd | Turn night to day. Floyd | Floyd | Down Under Floyd | Arch of arches Floyd | West of west Floyd | From every tomb, Floyd | Each soul marches Floyd | To its rest Floyd | Or to its doom! Floyd | Floyd | Silent Supplicant Floyd | To pass the gate Floyd | Of a holy shrine Floyd | Requires respect. Floyd | He who just ate Floyd | And drank much wine Floyd | The doors reject. Floyd | Floyd | Master Glazier Floyd | Red as a brand Floyd | Star-gems flow Floyd | In your brazier; Floyd | What a grand Floyd | Skill you know, Floyd | Master Glazier! Floyd | Floyd | Golden Forest Runner Floyd | Agile antelope Floyd | slips through a wood Floyd | bathed in golden light Floyd | Up or down a slope Floyd | any way is good Floyd | feet as fleet as flight Floyd | Floyd | Letting Myself Come Through Floyd | Beside myself Floyd | I closed myself Floyd | Out of my own. Floyd | Before myself Floyd | I beg myself: Floyd | Leave myself alone. Floyd | Floyd | Sandstone Sifter Floyd | Layer by layer Floyd | Sand of the Nile Floyd | Hardens to stone; Floyd | Time the betrayer Floyd | Held in denial: Floyd | Hardness is gone Floyd | Floyd | Lost Memories Floyd | Trying to trace Floyd | Days of your youth, Floyd | Times you regret, Floyd | Don't like to face Floyd | Unpleasant truth, Floyd | So you forget. Floyd | Floyd | Gold Digger Floyd | Strange men live in bands Floyd | Deep underground Floyd | Mining for gold Floyd | Dig ore with bare hands Floyd | Speak without sound Floyd | Ten thousand years old Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "read book" | ||||
Floyd | The Book of Songs of Getting Through the Day is a richly illustrated Floyd | scroll on virgin papyrus; its chapters are spell-songs prepared to Floyd | help you survive this most unusual day. As you read, you sense the Floyd | power behind these ancient verses... Floyd | Floyd | Cat Eyes Floyd | In midnight skies Floyd | Twin moons Floyd | Light the way. Floyd | Black cat's eyes Floyd | Reveal runes; Floyd | Turn night to day. Floyd | Floyd | Down Under Floyd | Arch of arches Floyd | West of west Floyd | From every tomb, Floyd | Each soul marches Floyd | To its rest Floyd | Or to its doom! Floyd | Floyd | Silent Supplicant Floyd | To pass the gate Floyd | Of a holy shrine Floyd | Requires respect. Floyd | He who just ate Floyd | And drank much wine Floyd | The doors reject. Floyd | Floyd | Master Glazier Floyd | Red as a brand Floyd | Star-gems flow Floyd | In your brazier; Floyd | What a grand Floyd | Skill you know, Floyd | Master Glazier! Floyd | Floyd | Golden Forest Runner Floyd | Agile antelope Floyd | slips through a wood Floyd | bathed in golden light Floyd | Up or down a slope Floyd | any way is good Floyd | feet as fleet as flight Floyd | Floyd | Letting Myself Come Through Floyd | Beside myself Floyd | I closed myself Floyd | Out of my own. Floyd | Before myself Floyd | I beg myself: Floyd | Leave myself alone. Floyd | Floyd | Sandstone Sifter Floyd | Layer by layer Floyd | Sand of the Nile Floyd | Hardens to stone; Floyd | Time the betrayer Floyd | Held in denial: Floyd | Hardness is gone Floyd | Floyd | Lost Memories Floyd | Trying to trace Floyd | Days of your youth, Floyd | Times you regret, Floyd | Don't like to face Floyd | Unpleasant truth, Floyd | So you forget. Floyd | Floyd | Gold Digger Floyd | Strange men live in bands Floyd | Deep underground Floyd | Mining for gold Floyd | Dig ore with bare hands Floyd | Speak without sound Floyd | Ten thousand years old Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "Wow" | |||
| Johnny says, "Oops." | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing gold digger" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Gold Digger. Floyd | Floyd | Gold seems like such a yielding material.... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "open coffin" | ||||
Floyd | Your hands pass through the Solid Gold Coffin, meeting no resistance. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Gold Digger fades. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "leave coffin" | ||||
Floyd | You can't get out of the closed Solid Gold Coffin. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "sing gold digger" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Gold Digger. Floyd | Floyd | Gold seems like such a yielding material.... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | You get out of the Solid Gold Coffin. Floyd | Floyd | The Glass Mosaic Coffin Floyd | A dazzling inlaid mosaic of glass and gems covers the middle coffin. Floyd | Floyd | In the Glass Mosaic Coffin you can see a Solid Gold Coffin. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Gold Digger fades. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x glass" | ||||
Floyd | A dazzling inlaid mosaic of glass and gems covers the middle coffin. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing Master Glazier" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Master Glazier. Floyd | Floyd | You sense how glass can flow like water. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | You get out of the Glass Mosaic Coffin. Floyd | Floyd | The Gilt Cypress Coffin Floyd | The outer coffin is gold leaf over wood, richly embossed. Floyd | Floyd | In the Gilt Cypress Coffin you can see a Glass Mosaic Coffin. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Master Glazier fades. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "Coffins are like onions apparently" | |||
| Johnny says, "This is a Russian mummy." | ||||
| Gerynar says, "well, ancient egyptians did" | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x outer coffin" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x cypress" | ||||
Floyd | The outer coffin is gold leaf over wood, richly embossed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), " sing Golden Forest Runner" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Golden Forest Runner. Floyd | Floyd | You feel nimble, like an antelope slipping through a wood bathed in Floyd | golden light. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | You get out of the Gilt Cypress Coffin. Floyd | Floyd | The Quartzite Sarcophagus Floyd | A heavy block of quartzite carved into a burial vessel. The heavy, Floyd | close-fitting lid seals out time. Floyd | Floyd | In the Quartzite Sarcophagus you can see a Gilt Cypress Coffin. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Golden Forest Runner fades. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "This might turn out to be a very short game." | |||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "sing letting myself come through" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Letting Myself Come Through. Floyd | Floyd | You feel a strange sympathetic awareness from somewhere nearby. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "I think it's teaching us what the songs do" | |||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing sandstone sifter" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Sandstone Sifter. Floyd | Floyd | Sandstone - even quartzite - feels just like loose sand to you. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Letting Myself Come Through fades. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | You get out of the Quartzite Sarcophagus. Floyd | Floyd | The First Burial Shrine Floyd | A sturdy vault to guard your body and its royal adornments from Floyd | thieves and drafts. Floyd | Floyd | In the First Burial Shrine you can see a Quartzite Sarcophagus. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Sandstone Sifter fades. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x vault" | ||||
Floyd | A sturdy vault to guard your body and its royal adornments from Floyd | thieves and drafts. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x shrine" | ||||
Floyd | A sturdy vault to guard your body and its royal adornments from Floyd | thieves and drafts. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x adornments" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | You can't get out of the closed First Burial Shrine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "silent supplicant" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "good call" | |||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "sing silent supplicant" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Silent Supplicant. Floyd | Floyd | You feel fit to pass the threshold of a shrine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | You get out of the First Burial Shrine. Floyd | Floyd | The Second Burial Shrine Floyd | A sturdy vault to guard your body and its royal adornments from Floyd | thieves and drafts. Floyd | Floyd | In the Second Burial Shrine you can see a First Burial Shrine. Floyd | Floyd | The haunting melody of Silent Supplicant lingers in your mind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | You get out of the Second Burial Shrine. Floyd | Floyd | The Third Burial Shrine Floyd | A sturdy vault to guard your body and its royal adornments from Floyd | thieves and drafts. Floyd | Floyd | In the Third Burial Shrine you can see a Second Burial Shrine. Floyd | Floyd | The haunting melody of Silent Supplicant lingers in your mind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | You get out of the Third Burial Shrine. Floyd | Floyd | The Fourth Burial Shrine Floyd | A sturdy vault to guard your body and its royal adornments from Floyd | thieves and drafts. Floyd | Floyd | In the Fourth Burial Shrine you can see a Third Burial Shrine. Floyd | Floyd | The haunting melody of Silent Supplicant lingers in your mind. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "Er." | |||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | You get out of the Fourth Burial Shrine. Floyd | Floyd | Burial Chamber Floyd | This small stone chamber is nearly filled by your nested Burial Floyd | Shrines. The walls are richly (if hastily) painted with scenes of your Floyd | recent funeral. A wide gap in the stone leads east; a passage to the Floyd | south is narrow and guarded by two stern stone statues of yourself. Floyd | The west wall is carved with a false door: a shallow bas-relief Floyd | simulation of an inviting archway leading to the perils and rewards of Floyd | the afterlife. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Silent Supplicant fades. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "When it reaches the twenty seventh burial shrine, I'm done." | |||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x paintings" | ||||
Floyd | The scenes are all too familiar: the body anointed and wrapped; the Floyd | priest opening the mouth; the Ka rising, walking, taking up its true Floyd | regalia, and departing the tomb at last: through the False Door that Floyd | leads past challenges undreamed toward a promise of eternal rest. Floyd | Floyd | Seeing it in rich earth tones and bright gold brings back, somehow, Floyd | corpse-memories of your embalming: The Grand Vizier wearing the Floyd | Jackal-head himself to preside over your immortalization...then taking Floyd | up the crook and flail, and declaring himself your heir and immediate Floyd | successor to the throne! Typical! You feel a slow wave of anger...no, Floyd | of envy: an itch to wield those royal implements again yourself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x statue" | ||||
Floyd | Two stone statues, in your own image, guard the narrow passage that Floyd | separates your private chambers from the more public spaces of your Floyd | tomb. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny asks, "Save?" | |||
| Mick asks, "So the goal is to exit through the false door?" | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x false door" | ||||
Floyd | An inviting arch leading to the lands west of life...but it is merely Floyd | carved stone. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar says, "save sounds prudent" | |||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x bas-relief" | ||||
Floyd | An inviting arch leading to the lands west of life...but it is merely Floyd | carved stone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "save "cf1"" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to save. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "cf1" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick asks, "So... east? south? What's the plan?" | |||
| Alex says (to Mick), "Awwwk! Word on the street is that the South is the greatest region in the whole world." | ||||
| Mick says, "The bird has chosen." | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | The twin statues stoically bar your way. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "I think we have a choice of songs here to go for revenge or eternal whatchamacallit." | |||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing Letting Myself Come Through" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Letting Myself Come Through. Floyd | Floyd | The statues guarding the door to the south turn their expressionless Floyd | faces toward you. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "Uh." | |||
| Mick says, "Which do we want to do then? There does seem to be a song for entering the arch too" | ||||
| Johnny says, "We have that save." | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | The statues gravely let you pass. Floyd | Floyd | Antechamber Floyd | This chamber is smooth bare stone. Two stone statues guard the narrow Floyd | passage to the north; rough rectangular holes in the stone lead east Floyd | and west. Floyd | Floyd | Your Coronation Crook lies abandoned in the dust. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Letting Myself Come Through fades. Floyd | The statues no longer seem aware of you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "take crook" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x it" | ||||
Floyd | This is the royal crook you used at your coronation. Floyd | Floyd | Why was it taken from its case? Why was it cast aside in the outer Floyd | tomb? Such disrespect for a god-king's symbol of authority seems Floyd | unthinkable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x holes" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | your Coronation Crook Floyd | a Book of Songs of Getting Through the Day Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Corridor Floyd | This crude corridor leads west into your tomb - which already feels Floyd | like home. To the east, the stairs that led here from the world of the Floyd | living are sealed off above by thick stone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Antechamber Floyd | This chamber is smooth bare stone. Two stone statues guard the narrow Floyd | passage to the north; rough rectangular holes in the stone lead east Floyd | and west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Annex Floyd | This crude hollow holds more of your worldly goods. None seems to Floyd | matter much now. The only break in the walls leads east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x goods" | ||||
Floyd | These things seem to have been disturbed, then hastily straightened. Floyd | You sense that items are missing that ought to be here. Rage takes you Floyd | for a moment, but it flows slowly, like cold mud, not the familiar hot Floyd | fire of living anger. Has my grave, then, been robbed by the very men Floyd | hand-picked to seal it? What use are amulets? what use are tombs? a Floyd | cat may look at us, but where is safety in the world, when an Floyd | undertaker may rob a king? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Antechamber Floyd | This chamber is smooth bare stone. Two stone statues guard the narrow Floyd | passage to the north; rough rectangular holes in the stone lead east Floyd | and west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "search goods" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "Whoops, sorry" | |||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "w. search goods" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to w. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Annex Floyd | This crude hollow holds more of your worldly goods. None seems to Floyd | matter much now. The only break in the walls leads east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "search goods" | ||||
Floyd | These things seem to have been disturbed, then hastily straightened. Floyd | You sense that items are missing that ought to be here. Rage takes you Floyd | for a moment, but it flows slowly, like cold mud, not the familiar hot Floyd | fire of living anger. Has my grave, then, been robbed by the very men Floyd | hand-picked to seal it? What use are amulets? what use are tombs? a Floyd | cat may look at us, but where is safety in the world, when an Floyd | undertaker may rob a king? Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "Eh, there's probably nothing--yeah." | |||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "e. e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Antechamber Floyd | This chamber is smooth bare stone. Two stone statues guard the narrow Floyd | passage to the north; rough rectangular holes in the stone lead east Floyd | and west. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "doesn't hurt to check" | |||
| Mick says, "period doesn't seem to work in this." | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Corridor Floyd | This crude corridor leads west into your tomb - which already feels Floyd | like home. To the east, the stairs that led here from the world of the Floyd | living are sealed off above by thick stone. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x stone" | ||||
Floyd | Yesterday those stairs led here from the living world. Now they lead Floyd | nowhere. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x stairs" | ||||
Floyd | Yesterday those stairs led here from the living world. Now they lead Floyd | nowhere. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "Sand Sifter, I think." | |||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing sandstone" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Sandstone Sifter. Floyd | Floyd | Sandstone - even quartzite - feels just like loose sand to you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Sandstone Sifter fades. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar says, "wrong kind of stone" | |||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Corridor Floyd | This crude corridor leads west into your tomb - which already feels Floyd | like home. To the east, the stairs that led here from the world of the Floyd | living are sealed off above by thick stone. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "We haven't sung Lost Memories yet" | |||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "sing lost memories" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Lost Memories. Floyd | Floyd | The song evokes a mood of long ago, but nothing you see here sparks a Floyd | particular memory. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "We should sing it by our stuff" | |||
| Gerynar says, "seems like it'd be the thing to do" | ||||
| Mick says, "We also have that east gap from the first room we hven't explored" | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Antechamber Floyd | This chamber is smooth bare stone. Two stone statues guard the narrow Floyd | passage to the north; rough rectangular holes in the stone lead east Floyd | and west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Annex Floyd | This crude hollow holds more of your worldly goods. None seems to Floyd | matter much now. The only break in the walls leads east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing lost memories" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Lost Memories. Floyd | Floyd | The song evokes a mood of long ago, but nothing you see here sparks a Floyd | particular memory. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Antechamber Floyd | This chamber is smooth bare stone. Two stone statues guard the narrow Floyd | passage to the north; rough rectangular holes in the stone lead east Floyd | and west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | The twin statues stoically bar your way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing letting myself" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Letting Myself Come Through. Floyd | Floyd | The statues guarding the door to the north turn their expressionless Floyd | faces toward you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | The statues gravely let you pass. Floyd | Floyd | Burial Chamber Floyd | This small stone chamber is nearly filled by your nested Burial Floyd | Shrines. The walls are richly (if hastily) painted with scenes of your Floyd | recent funeral. A wide gap in the stone leads east; a passage to the Floyd | south is narrow and guarded by two stern stone statues of yourself. Floyd | The west wall is carved with a false door: a shallow bas-relief Floyd | simulation of an inviting archway leading to the perils and rewards of Floyd | the afterlife. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Letting Myself Come Through fades. Floyd | The statues no longer seem aware of you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing lost memories" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Lost Memories. Floyd | Floyd | The song evokes a mood of long ago. But you find yourself staring at Floyd | the painted walls, reminded of something more recent.... Floyd | Floyd | The scenes are all too familiar: the body anointed and wrapped; the Floyd | priest opening the mouth; the Ka rising, walking, taking up its true Floyd | regalia, and departing the tomb at last: through the False Door that Floyd | leads past challenges undreamed toward a promise of eternal rest. Floyd | Floyd | Seeing it in rich earth tones and bright gold brings back, somehow, Floyd | corpse-memories of your embalming: The Grand Vizier wearing the Floyd | Jackal-head himself to preside over your immortalization...then taking Floyd | up the crook and flail, and declaring himself your heir and immediate Floyd | successor to the throne! Typical! You feel a slow wave of anger...no, Floyd | of envy: an itch to wield those royal implements again yourself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Treasury Floyd | This chamber is dominated by a grim statue of Anubis, judge of the Floyd | newly dead, in jackal form. Around it are arrayed a decade's worth of Floyd | kingly gifts. Little of it seems to matter much now. On the other Floyd | hand, your Canopic Shrine and Sceptre Case are here, too. A wide gap Floyd | in the west wall is the only exit. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "open case" | ||||
Floyd | You open your Sceptre Case, revealing your replacement Coronation Floyd | Flail, an Impolitic Spare Crook, a Large Paternal Crook, and a Large Floyd | Paternal Flail. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "motherlode" | |||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x anubis" | ||||
Floyd | The statue's grim visage seems to reserve judgment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x shrine" | ||||
Floyd | A sturdy vault for your most fragile internal organs. External, now. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "eww" | |||
| Johnny says, "Hmm. I think we might need those." | ||||
| Johnny says, "(:" | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x coronation flail" | ||||
Floyd | This royal Flail looks just like the one you were given for your Floyd | coronation...almost. But no: it lacks your cartouche. It is a replica, Floyd | a fake! Now - now that you're dead - somehow you can't remember what Floyd | that could mean, but it makes you uneasy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x paternal" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the Large Paternal Crook, or the Large Paternal Floyd | Flail? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "flail" | ||||
Floyd | This is your father's best ceremonial flail: now your prized heirloom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x paternal crook" | ||||
Floyd | This is your father's best ceremonial crook: now your cherished Floyd | heirloom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x impolitic crook" | ||||
Floyd | This is a spare ceremonial crook you have never used. It was a gift Floyd | from an unpopular functionary whose favor you dared not acknowledge. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "So." | |||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "take all" | ||||
Floyd | your replacement Coronation Flail: Taken. Floyd | Impolitic Spare Crook: Taken. Floyd | Large Paternal Crook: Taken. Floyd | Large Paternal Flail: Taken. Floyd | kingly gifts: None of these things interests you anymore. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x gifts" | ||||
Floyd | Mortal riches that hold no value for you now. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "open jar" | ||||
Floyd | Your viscera are probably safest where they are. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing lost memories" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Lost Memories. Floyd | Floyd | The song evokes a mood of long ago. Your glance catches on that Floyd | subtly, naggingly inauthentic Coronation Flail, and suddenly a clear Floyd | memory rushes back... Floyd | Floyd | ...Your coronation. You were only nine...of course you were nervous. Floyd | But god-kings are infallible, your father-friend warned you, and then Floyd | had to explain his words: admit no mistakes today! Floyd | Floyd | You prayed you would simply make no mistakes, but of course disaster Floyd | struck almost immediately. During your solemn investiture ceremony, Floyd | the Royal Flail, in your young, infallible hand, brushed against a Floyd | nearby man, a faithful attendant. Floyd | Floyd | A trivial accident, caused by the slight shaking of your own nervous Floyd | hand. But tradition says it is an offense against the gods for an Floyd | attendant to touch a royal sceptre during such a ceremony, and the Floyd | penalty is death.... Floyd | Floyd | A Childhood Memory Floyd | The throne room where you've spent so much of your life this past Floyd | decade...but as it looked to you the first time you saw it, as a Floyd | child: rich and strange and big. Floyd | Floyd | The blameless attendant is watching you, wide-eyed with fear. Floyd | Floyd | Everyone else is watching you both with concern, wondering if you will Floyd | indeed condemn this faithful servant to death as your first official Floyd | act. Floyd | Floyd | I must save this blameless man from my mistake, you remember thinking Floyd | then, without taking the blame myself. But how? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "cf2" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "My next thought is to go through the arch" | |||
| Johnny says, "Well, sure, if you want to /win/." | ||||
| Mick asks, "Have you played this before?" | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "condemn me" | ||||
Floyd | My fault, you want to say, an accident! But a god-king can say no such Floyd | thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "Nope. But it seems like not being evil gets rewarded more often." | |||
| Johnny says, "Look at Google!" | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | your Royal Crook Floyd | your Royal Flail Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x man" | ||||
Floyd | The man watches you in terror; he was not at fault, but his brief Floyd | contact with your sceptre is a death sentence only you can rescind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x flail" | ||||
Floyd | The Royal Flail represents your responsibility to separate the wheat Floyd | from the chaff among your subjects. Too literally, today. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x crook" | ||||
Floyd | The royal Crook represents your responsibility to keep your flock from Floyd | straying. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "touch man with crook" | ||||
Floyd | He shies back in horror. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "Whoop." | |||
| Johnny says, "Oh, I guess it's just 'cause we're a GOD." | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "condemn man" | ||||
Floyd | You feel a sudden pridefulness, and your fist grips the flail's Floyd | handle. Let him die, then, and thereby prove my power! But you sense Floyd | that this is not kingly wisdom, and suppress the confirming gesture. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "Rules are rules" | |||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "rescind sentence" | ||||
Floyd | I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar asks, "can we 'forgive'?" | |||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "forgive man" | ||||
Floyd | Nervously, you favor the blameless attendant with the only gesture of Floyd | royal forgiveness you can recall, though it is intended for less Floyd | serious matters. Floyd | Floyd | The tension in the room diminishes slightly. Your gesture helped, but Floyd | it seems not to be enough. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "absolve man" | ||||
Floyd | Nervously, you favor the blameless attendant with the only gesture of Floyd | royal forgiveness you can recall, though it is intended for less Floyd | serious matters. Floyd | Floyd | The tension in the room diminishes slightly. Your gesture helped, but Floyd | it seems not to be enough. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick asks, "Do we have to use one of our items?" | |||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "touch man with flail" | ||||
Floyd | He shies back in horror. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "hug man" | ||||
Floyd | The tension in the room diminishes slightly. Your gesture helped, but Floyd | it seems not to be enough. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "hit me with crook" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to hit yourself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | A Childhood Memory Floyd | The throne room where you've spent so much of your life this past Floyd | decade...but as it looked to you the first time you saw it, as a Floyd | child: rich and strange and big. Floyd | Floyd | The blameless attendant is watching you, wide-eyed with fear. Floyd | Floyd | Everyone else is watching you both with concern, wondering if you will Floyd | indeed condemn this faithful servant to death as your first official Floyd | act. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "dismiss man" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | Young, alive, king: only in memory, alas. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "talk to man" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "wave crook" | ||||
Floyd | You look ridiculous waving your Royal Crook. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "hah" | |||
| Johnny says, "You do." | ||||
| Mick says, "Now this is just becoming awkward" | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "tell joke" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "It could get more awkward." | |||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "kiss man" | ||||
Floyd | The tension in the room diminishes slightly. Your gesture helped, but Floyd | it seems not to be enough. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "wave flail" | ||||
Floyd | You look ridiculous waving your Royal Flail. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "dance" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||||
Floyd | You jump on the spot, fruitlessly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "hit man" | ||||
Floyd | You feel a sudden pridefulness, and your fist grips the flail's Floyd | handle. Let him die, then, and thereby prove my power! But you sense Floyd | that this is not kingly wisdom, and suppress the confirming gesture. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "admit mistake" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick asks, "Do we have to sing a song?" | |||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "man, go" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "None of them seem appropriate" | |||
| Johnny says, "Aw, chutney." | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x man" | ||||
Floyd | The man watches you in terror; he was not at fault, but his brief Floyd | contact with your sceptre is a death sentence only you can rescind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "rescind sentence" | ||||
Floyd | I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x sceptre" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the better flail, your Royal Crook, or your Royal Floyd | Flail? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "rescind" | ||||
Floyd | I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "give crook to man" | ||||
Floyd | He shies back in horror. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "guess verb" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "ask man about town" | ||||
Floyd | There is no reply. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing lost memories" | ||||
Floyd | Nervously you hum a half-remembered mnemonic chant, hoping to recall Floyd | some forgotten ritual from your hasty training... Floyd | Floyd | ...but all that comes to mind is your father in a rage, smashing his Floyd | razor when it cut him... Floyd | Floyd | ...the day he died. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | A Childhood Memory Floyd | The throne room where you've spent so much of your life this past Floyd | decade...but as it looked to you the first time you saw it, as a Floyd | child: rich and strange and big. Floyd | Floyd | The blameless attendant is watching you, wide-eyed with fear. Floyd | Floyd | Everyone else is watching you both with concern, wondering if you will Floyd | indeed condemn this faithful servant to death as your first official Floyd | act. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "forgive man" | ||||
Floyd | Nervously, you favor the blameless attendant with the only gesture of Floyd | royal forgiveness you can recall, though it is intended for less Floyd | serious matters. Floyd | Floyd | The tension in the room diminishes slightly. Your gesture helped, but Floyd | it seems not to be enough. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "smash sceptre" | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "bow to man" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the better flail, your Royal Crook, or your Royal Floyd | Flail? Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to bow. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "smash better flail" | ||||
Floyd | Stupid flail! If a royal sceptre got broken, they'd have to bring Floyd | another one, right? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x better flail" | ||||
Floyd | Stupid flail! If a royal sceptre got broken, they'd have to bring Floyd | another one, right? Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "Huh!" | |||
| Mick says, "I'm confused" | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "break better flail" | ||||
Floyd | Stupid flail! If a royal sceptre got broken, they'd have to bring Floyd | another one, right? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "smash royal flail" | ||||
Floyd | You break the errant Flail into pieces, denouncing it as false, Floyd | disowning its actions. All present relax: the crisis is past. The Floyd | blameless attendant rushes to bring a replacement Flail: a perfect Floyd | match, lacking only the inscription... Floyd | Floyd | ...and you used that one ever after... Floyd | Floyd | Treasury Floyd | This chamber is dominated by a grim statue of Anubis, judge of the Floyd | newly dead, in jackal form. Around it are arrayed a decade's worth of Floyd | kingly gifts. Little of it seems to matter much now. On the other Floyd | hand, your Canopic Shrine and Sceptre Case are here, too. A wide gap Floyd | in the west wall is the only exit. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Lost Memories fades. Floyd | Floyd | Now that you recall when and why you broke the original, your Floyd | replacement Coronation Flail seems perfectly authentic after all. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "yay" | |||
| Johnny says, "yay" | ||||
| Johnny says, "er, hooyay" | ||||
| Mick asks, "Now what?" | ||||
| Gerynar says, "we win the game" | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "win the game" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "Continue on our way. One out of two, anyway." | |||
| Mick says, "I think we should go through the arch" | ||||
| Johnny says, "Well, then sing Down Under." | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Burial Chamber Floyd | This small stone chamber is nearly filled by your nested Burial Floyd | Shrines. The walls are richly (if hastily) painted with scenes of your Floyd | recent funeral. A wide gap in the stone leads east; a passage to the Floyd | south is narrow and guarded by two stern stone statues of yourself. Floyd | The west wall is carved with a false door: a shallow bas-relief Floyd | simulation of an inviting archway leading to the perils and rewards of Floyd | the afterlife. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing down under" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Down Under. Floyd | Floyd | The false door opens, revealing a seemingly infinite series of arches Floyd | leading west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You approach the arch that leads to the unknown lands west of life Floyd | itself; but you are stopped by a sense that you are overburdened with Floyd | mementos. You feel reluctant to leave your old life without some Floyd | token, some remembrance...some talisman against the unknown challenges Floyd | that lurk perhaps only a step beyond the arch. But not to excess. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Treasury Floyd | This chamber is dominated by a grim statue of Anubis, judge of the Floyd | newly dead, in jackal form. Around it are arrayed a decade's worth of Floyd | kingly gifts. Little of it seems to matter much now. On the other Floyd | hand, your Canopic Shrine and Sceptre Case are here, too. A wide gap Floyd | in the west wall is the only exit. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | your Coronation Crook Floyd | a Large Paternal Flail Floyd | a Large Paternal Crook Floyd | an Impolitic Spare Crook Floyd | your replacement Coronation Flail Floyd | a Book of Songs of Getting Through the Day Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "put large paternal flail in case" | ||||
Floyd | You put the Large Paternal Flail into your Sceptre Case. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "probably the paternal crook too." | |||
| Mick says, "I think we should just bring the replacement flail" | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "put paternal flail in case" | ||||
Floyd | You need to be holding the Large Paternal Flail before you can put it Floyd | into something else. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "put all but replacement flail into case" | ||||
Floyd | your Coronation Crook: Done. Floyd | Large Paternal Crook: Done. Floyd | Impolitic Spare Crook: Done. Floyd | Book of Songs of Getting Through the Day: You are reluctant to risk Floyd | damaging the Book: it seems both useful and beautiful. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick asks, "agree?" | |||
| Johnny says, "y not" | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Burial Chamber Floyd | This small stone chamber is nearly filled by your nested Burial Floyd | Shrines. The walls are richly (if hastily) painted with scenes of your Floyd | recent funeral. A wide gap in the stone leads east; a passage to the Floyd | south is narrow and guarded by two stern stone statues of yourself. Floyd | Floyd | The false door carved into the west wall has become a real archway, Floyd | leading west into absolute darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing down under" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Down Under. Floyd | Floyd | The false door opens, revealing a seemingly infinite series of arches Floyd | leading west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You approach the arch that leads to the unknown lands west of life Floyd | itself; but you hesitate. Looking around again at the somber paintings Floyd | of this very moment on the burial chamber walls, you are suddenly Floyd | homesick for mortality and kingship. You feel reluctant to leave your Floyd | old life without some token, some remembrance...some talisman against Floyd | the unknown challenges that lurk perhaps only a step beyond the arch. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "I guess we need something else" | |||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Treasury Floyd | This chamber is dominated by a grim statue of Anubis, judge of the Floyd | newly dead, in jackal form. Around it are arrayed a decade's worth of Floyd | kingly gifts. Little of it seems to matter much now. On the other Floyd | hand, your Canopic Shrine and Sceptre Case are here, too. A wide gap Floyd | in the west wall is the only exit. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "take coronation crook" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny asks, "That was the good one, right?" | |||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Burial Chamber Floyd | This small stone chamber is nearly filled by your nested Burial Floyd | Shrines. The walls are richly (if hastily) painted with scenes of your Floyd | recent funeral. A wide gap in the stone leads east; a passage to the Floyd | south is narrow and guarded by two stern stone statues of yourself. Floyd | Floyd | The false door carved into the west wall has become a real archway, Floyd | leading west into absolute darkness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing down under" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Down Under. Floyd | Floyd | The false door opens, revealing a seemingly infinite series of arches Floyd | leading west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | With your best sceptres crossed protectively before you, you step out Floyd | through the westward arch. Floyd | Floyd | ...for an instant you percieve the universe as an infinity of arches. Floyd | Each step in any direction is a step through another arch, into Floyd | another world... Floyd | Floyd | ...but even as the possibilities expand around you, the paths you have Floyd | already walked fade away... Floyd | Floyd | ...you feel, more than see, a distant glimpse of paradise; but an Floyd | instant later it is wrapped...no, you are surrounded in layers of Floyd | obscuring mist that solidify one by one around you: huge confusing Floyd | shapes, each smaller and simpler than the one surrounding it, until Floyd | you find yourself inside the simplest shape of all, still enormous, Floyd | and dark.... Floyd | Floyd | Solar Sphere Floyd | You are in a large spherical vault of polished stone, black as night, Floyd | though your feline vision reveals all. In the exact center a Floyd | magnificent amulet of tremendous size hangs in the darkness: a Floyd | spherical mosaic of emerald and lapis lazuli and brown jasper, perhaps Floyd | thrice your height, and as far above you. Floyd | Floyd | Surely those gems lack their full glory in such darkness. Floyd | Floyd | A man-sized clockwork scarab is pushing a lacy metal ball east along Floyd | the bottom arc of the chamber. As the scarab chugs past you, crossing Floyd | the low arc and heading up toward the east side of the spherical Floyd | chamber, you catch a flickering glimpse of some strange mechanism Floyd | inside the golden cage. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny asks, "So now we're a cat?" | |||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | Here beyond the false door, you feel much more yourself than you did Floyd | in your tomb. Still dead, though. Floyd | Floyd | The sound of gears gets louder: now the clockwork scarab is pushing Floyd | its lacy metal ball up the east arc of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x cage" | ||||
Floyd | The scarab is pushing a man-high, lacy ball through the darkness: a Floyd | spherical cage woven of fine gold wire. A strange mechanism is barely Floyd | visible inside. Floyd | Floyd | Now the clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball west across Floyd | the top arc of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x mechanism" | ||||
Floyd | From outside the wire ball, you can only tell that some small objects Floyd | are woven into the wire near the center. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball down the west arc Floyd | of the chamber. (In a moment it will pass you again as it crosses the Floyd | bottom of the chamber.) Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "I think Gerynar should solve this puzzle." | |||
| Mick says, "I think we need to pull out the songs again" | ||||
| Gerynar says, "sorry, eating a late lunch" | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x amulet" | ||||
Floyd | The mosaic is a map: you perceive that the jewelled globe is a map of Floyd | the entire world, although the part you recognize as your own kingdom Floyd | - marked by a small white obelisk - seems impossibly tiny. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball east along the Floyd | bottom arc of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x obelisk" | ||||
Floyd | A pyramid-capped square column, about the size of your thumb, carved Floyd | from some fine-grained white stone. Fine inscriptions describe your Floyd | nation's worth, but in no language you have ever seen. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball up the east arc of Floyd | the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick asks, "So the ball is the moon?" | |||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x ball" | ||||
Floyd | The scarab is pushing a man-high, lacy ball through the darkness: a Floyd | spherical cage woven of fine gold wire. A strange mechanism is barely Floyd | visible inside. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball west across the Floyd | top arc of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x ball" | ||||
Floyd | The scarab is pushing a man-high, lacy ball through the darkness: a Floyd | spherical cage woven of fine gold wire. A strange mechanism is barely Floyd | visible inside. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball down the west arc Floyd | of the chamber. (In a moment it will come within your reach again as Floyd | it crosses the bottom of the chamber.) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x scarab" | ||||
Floyd | The giant scarab beetle, finely crafted of copper and bronze, works Floyd | its six leg-cams tirelessly along two thin grooves that circle this Floyd | chamber. Between the polished plates of its carapace you can see gears Floyd | turning inside. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball east along the Floyd | bottom arc of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | your Coronation Crook Floyd | your replacement Coronation Flail Floyd | a Book of Songs of Getting Through the Day Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball up the east arc of Floyd | the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "Try to grab it when it next swings by" | |||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "touch ball" | ||||
Floyd | The cage-ball is out of reach: the mechanical scarab is pushing it up Floyd | the east arc of the chamber.... Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball west across the Floyd | top arc of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "put crook in scarab" | ||||
Floyd | That can't contain things. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball down the west arc Floyd | of the chamber. (In a moment it will come within your reach again as Floyd | it crosses the bottom of the chamber.) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "take ball" | ||||
Floyd | The cage-ball is out of reach: the mechanical scarab is pushing it Floyd | down the west arc of the chamber.... Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball east along the Floyd | bottom arc of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||||
Floyd | You jump, but the jewelled globe remains out of your reach. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball up the east arc of Floyd | the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Solar Sphere Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "take ball" | ||||
Floyd | That's too heavy to move. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball up the east arc of Floyd | the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "trip scarab" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Solar Sphere Floyd | You are in a large spherical vault of polished stone, black as night, Floyd | though your feline vision reveals all. In the exact center a Floyd | magnificent amulet of tremendous size hangs in the darkness: a Floyd | spherical mosaic of emerald and lapis lazuli and brown jasper, perhaps Floyd | thrice your height, and as far above you. Floyd | Floyd | Surely those gems lack their full glory in such darkness. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball west across the Floyd | top arc of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x track" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x gems" | ||||
Floyd | The mosaic is a map: you perceive that the jewelled globe is a map of Floyd | the entire world, although the part you recognize as your own kingdom Floyd | - marked by a small white obelisk - seems impossibly tiny. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball down the west arc Floyd | of the chamber. (In a moment it will come within your reach again as Floyd | it crosses the bottom of the chamber.) Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny asks, "Can we bring in some light?" | |||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing cats eyes" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Cat Eyes. Floyd | Floyd | It is still pitch dark, but the darkness no longer hinders your Floyd | vision. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball east along the Floyd | bottom arc of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | your Coronation Crook Floyd | your replacement Coronation Flail Floyd | a Book of Songs of Getting Through the Day Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball up the east arc of Floyd | the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "hit scarab with crook" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to hit the Clockwork Scarab. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "sing lost memories" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Lost Memories. Floyd | Floyd | The song evokes a mood of long ago. You glance at your royal sceptres Floyd | in doubt. These served me well for a decade, among men. But here Floyd | amidst the machinery of the gods? Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball west across the Floyd | top arc of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "help" | ||||
Floyd | This is an interactive story. You are in the lead role. Specify your
Floyd | next action at the prompt in the form of a simple command, like "eat
Floyd | cake" or "pull lever" or "go north" ("n" for short) or "look" ("l").
Floyd | Don't be afraid to try a variety of verbs.
Floyd |
Floyd | Be observant; be creative; experiment. Read carefully!
Floyd |
Floyd | Try to work out what the protagonist's goals are, then try to achieve
Floyd | them. If you get stuck, think back over what you know, what you don't
Floyd | know, what you can manipulate, and what you (might) want to accomplish
Floyd | next.
Floyd |
Floyd | Examine things ("x" for short) to reveal subtle details. Take what you
Floyd | find and try to use it. (Try "i" for "inventory" to see what you've
Floyd | got.)
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Mick says, "I think I know it" | |||
| Mick says, "The ball is made of gold, sing gold digger and maybe we can do something with the mechanism inside" | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball down the west arc Floyd | of the chamber. (In a moment it will come within your reach again as Floyd | it crosses the bottom of the chamber.) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing gold digger" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Gold Digger. Floyd | Floyd | Gold seems like such a yielding material.... Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball east along the Floyd | bottom arc of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "take mechanism" | ||||
Floyd | That is out of reach inside the cage-ball. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball up the east arc of Floyd | the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Gold Digger fades. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x mechanism" | ||||
Floyd | From outside the wire ball, you can only tell that some small objects Floyd | are woven into the wire near the center. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball west across the Floyd | top arc of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "Alright I tried" | |||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball down the west arc Floyd | of the chamber. (In a moment it will come within your reach again as Floyd | it crosses the bottom of the chamber.) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing gold digger" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Gold Digger. Floyd | Floyd | Gold seems like such a yielding material.... Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball east along the Floyd | bottom arc of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "touch ball" | ||||
Floyd | The scarab is pushing a man-high, lacy ball through the darkness: a Floyd | spherical cage woven of fine gold wire. A strange mechanism is barely Floyd | visible inside. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball up the east arc of Floyd | the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Gold Digger fades. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Solar Sphere Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "take ball" | ||||
Floyd | That's too heavy to move. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball up the east arc of Floyd | the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Gold Digger fades. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Solar Sphere Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "push ball" | ||||
Floyd | You can't stop the golden cage. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball up the east arc of Floyd | the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Gold Digger fades. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "Maybe we have to stop the scarab from pushing it around first" | |||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x scarab" | ||||
Floyd | The giant scarab beetle, finely crafted of copper and bronze, works Floyd | its six leg-cams tirelessly along two thin grooves that circle this Floyd | chamber. Between the polished plates of its carapace you can see gears Floyd | turning inside. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball west across the Floyd | top arc of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball down the west arc Floyd | of the chamber. (In a moment it will come within your reach again as Floyd | it crosses the bottom of the chamber.) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball east along the Floyd | bottom arc of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "kick scarab" | ||||
Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball up the east arc of Floyd | the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick asks, "Is anyone else even here?" | |||
| Gerynar says, "kind of" | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "enter ball" | ||||
Floyd | The cage-ball is out of reach: the mechanical scarab is pushing it up Floyd | the east arc of the chamber.... Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball west across the Floyd | top arc of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "ooo good call" | |||
| Gerynar says, "it said it was man-sized" | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball down the west arc Floyd | of the chamber. (In a moment it will come within your reach again as Floyd | it crosses the bottom of the chamber.) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing gold" | ||||
Floyd | (Gold Digger) Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Gold Digger. Floyd | Floyd | Gold seems like such a yielding material.... Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball east along the Floyd | bottom arc of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "enter ball" | ||||
Floyd | You slip through the yielding gold wire. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball up the east arc of Floyd | the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Gold Digger fades. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Solar Sphere (in the golden cage) Floyd | You are in a large spherical vault of polished stone, black as night, Floyd | though your feline vision reveals all. In the exact center a Floyd | magnificent amulet of tremendous size hangs in the darkness: a Floyd | spherical mosaic of emerald and lapis lazuli and brown jasper, perhaps Floyd | thrice your height, and as far above you. Floyd | Floyd | Surely those gems lack their full glory in such darkness. Floyd | Floyd | The scarab is pushing a man-high, lacy ball through the darkness: a Floyd | spherical cage woven of fine gold wire. Near the center a strange Floyd | mechanism is woven into the wire. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball west across the Floyd | top arc of the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "I guess I pictured the ball being smaller" | |||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x mechanism" | ||||
Floyd | Simple, yet enigmatic. A metal framework - an outgrowth of the cage's Floyd | wire lacework - suspends a few mechanical parts close together near Floyd | the ball's center: Floyd | Floyd | A little spool, hanging from a pivot of twisted wire, with a leather Floyd | strap wound several times around it and a square hole in the bottom. Floyd | Floyd | A hand's width below the hole in the spool, a cone of some unknown Floyd | gray material, singed yellow-brown in the center. Floyd | Floyd | Beside the cone, a tiny bellows, like a smith's child's toy. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball down the west arc Floyd | of the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x spool" | ||||
Floyd | A little spool is woven into the mechanism such that it can spin. It Floyd | is wrapped with a leather strap, and there is a small square hole in Floyd | the spool's bottom face. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball east along the Floyd | bottom arc of the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "press bellows" | ||||
Floyd | A fine mist sprays from the tiny bellows, blowing across the singed Floyd | cone. A sharp, unfamiliar aroma fills the cage. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball up the east arc of Floyd | the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "smell" | ||||
Floyd | The golden cage isn't open. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball west across the Floyd | top arc of the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "huh" | |||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "smell cone" | ||||
Floyd | The cone smells singed. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball down the west arc Floyd | of the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar asks, "what's the memory song?" | |||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing lost" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Lost Memories. Floyd | Floyd | The song evokes a mood of long ago. You glance at your royal sceptres Floyd | in doubt. These served me well for a decade, among men. But here Floyd | amidst the machinery of the gods? Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball east along the Floyd | bottom arc of the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| inky has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Solar Sphere (in the golden cage) Floyd | You are in a large spherical vault of polished stone, black as night, Floyd | though your feline vision reveals all. In the exact center a Floyd | magnificent amulet of tremendous size hangs in the darkness: a Floyd | spherical mosaic of emerald and lapis lazuli and brown jasper, perhaps Floyd | thrice your height, and as far above you. Floyd | Floyd | Surely those gems lack their full glory in such darkness. Floyd | Floyd | The scarab is pushing a man-high, lacy ball through the darkness: a Floyd | spherical cage woven of fine gold wire. Near the center a strange Floyd | mechanism is woven into the wire. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball up the east arc of Floyd | the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x mechanism" | ||||
Floyd | Simple, yet enigmatic. A metal framework - an outgrowth of the cage's Floyd | wire lacework - suspends a few mechanical parts close together near Floyd | the ball's center: Floyd | Floyd | A little spool, hanging from a pivot of twisted wire, with a leather Floyd | strap wound several times around it and a square hole in the bottom. Floyd | Floyd | A hand's width below the hole in the spool, a cone of some unknown Floyd | gray material, singed yellow-brown in the center. Floyd | Floyd | Beside the cone, a tiny bellows, like a smith's child's toy. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball west across the Floyd | top arc of the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "get all" | ||||
Floyd | Miniature Obelisk: You can't reach that from here. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball down the west arc Floyd | of the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x spool" | ||||
Floyd | A little spool is woven into the mechanism such that it can spin. It Floyd | is wrapped with a leather strap, and there is a small square hole in Floyd | the spool's bottom face. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball east along the Floyd | bottom arc of the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x cone" | ||||
Floyd | A rounded block of some hard gray substance, with a conical pit in the Floyd | top. The cone is unevenly discolored. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball up the east arc of Floyd | the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "get spool" | ||||
Floyd | That seems to be a part of the strange mechanism. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball west across the Floyd | top arc of the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x leather" | ||||
Floyd | The strap is wrapped several times around the spool. Its free end is Floyd | clearly a handle. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball down the west arc Floyd | of the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "I am having trouble figuring out what this thing does." | |||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "pull strap" | ||||
Floyd | Pulling the strap spins the spool, fast. The strap pulls out of your Floyd | hand and wraps itself around the spool again. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball east along the Floyd | bottom arc of the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar says, "me too" | |||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "smell cone" | ||||
Floyd | The cone smells singed. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball up the east arc of Floyd | the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x bellows" | ||||
Floyd | It appears that pushing on the little bellows will puff its contents Floyd | at the singed cone. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball west across the Floyd | top arc of the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "squeeze bellows" | ||||
Floyd | A fine mist sprays from the tiny bellows, blowing across the singed Floyd | cone. A sharp, unfamiliar aroma fills the cage. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball down the west arc Floyd | of the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "smell cone" | ||||
Floyd | The cone smells singed. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball east along the Floyd | bottom arc of the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x hole" | ||||
Floyd | A little spool is woven into the mechanism such that it can spin. It Floyd | is wrapped with a leather strap, and there is a small square hole in Floyd | the spool's bottom face. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball up the east arc of Floyd | the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | your Coronation Crook Floyd | your replacement Coronation Flail Floyd | a Book of Songs of Getting Through the Day Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball west across the Floyd | top arc of the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "put flail in hole" | ||||
Floyd | That doesn't fit the hole in the spool. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball down the west arc Floyd | of the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "put crook in hole" | ||||
Floyd | That doesn't fit the hole in the spool. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball east along the Floyd | bottom arc of the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "put scroll in hole" | ||||
Floyd | That doesn't fit the hole in the spool. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball up the east arc of Floyd | the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "get cne" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "get cone" | ||||
Floyd | That seems to be a part of the strange mechanism. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball west across the Floyd | top arc of the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x mechanism" | ||||
Floyd | Simple, yet enigmatic. A metal framework - an outgrowth of the cage's Floyd | wire lacework - suspends a few mechanical parts close together near Floyd | the ball's center: Floyd | Floyd | A little spool, hanging from a pivot of twisted wire, with a leather Floyd | strap wound several times around it and a square hole in the bottom. Floyd | Floyd | A hand's width below the hole in the spool, a cone of some unknown Floyd | gray material, singed yellow-brown in the center. Floyd | Floyd | Beside the cone, a tiny bellows, like a smith's child's toy. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball down the west arc Floyd | of the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "get bellows" | ||||
Floyd | That seems to be a part of the strange mechanism. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball east along the Floyd | bottom arc of the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "get mechanism" | ||||
Floyd | That's too heavy to move. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball up the east arc of Floyd | the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "sing gold" | ||||
Floyd | (Gold Digger) Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Gold Digger. Floyd | Floyd | Gold seems like such a yielding material.... Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball west across the Floyd | top arc of the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | You slip through the yielding gold lace. As the ball is just rolling Floyd | across the top of the chamber, you fall out and tumble down onto the Floyd | jewelled globe. Floyd | Floyd | Solar Sphere (on the Jewelled Globe) Floyd | You are in a large spherical vault of polished stone, black as night, Floyd | though your feline vision reveals all. In the exact center a Floyd | magnificent amulet of tremendous size hangs in the darkness: a Floyd | spherical mosaic of emerald and lapis lazuli and brown jasper. Floyd | Floyd | Surely those gems lack their full glory in such darkness. Floyd | Floyd | A miniature obelisk about the size of your thumb rests on the jewelled Floyd | globe, marking your own capital city. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball down the west arc Floyd | of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Gold Digger fades. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "get obelisk" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball east along the Floyd | bottom arc of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x it" | ||||
Floyd | A pyramid-capped square column, about the size of your thumb, carved Floyd | from some fine-grained white stone. Fine inscriptions describe your Floyd | nation's worth, but in no language you have ever seen. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball up the east arc of Floyd | the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "ahhhhh" | |||
| Fang arrives, full of fun and funk. | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "hit Mick with obelisk" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a Miniature Obelisk Floyd | your Coronation Crook Floyd | your replacement Coronation Flail Floyd | a Book of Songs of Getting Through the Day Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball west across the Floyd | top arc of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Solar Sphere (on the Jewelled Globe) Floyd | You are in a large spherical vault of polished stone, black as night, Floyd | though your feline vision reveals all. In the exact center a Floyd | magnificent amulet of tremendous size hangs in the darkness: a Floyd | spherical mosaic of emerald and lapis lazuli and brown jasper. Floyd | Floyd | Surely those gems lack their full glory in such darkness. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball down the west arc Floyd | of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "climb ball" | ||||
Floyd | The cage-ball is out of reach: the mechanical scarab is pushing it Floyd | down the west arc of the chamber.... Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball east along the Floyd | bottom arc of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to examine? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball up the east arc of Floyd | the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "try putting the obelisk in the spool" | |||
| Gerynar says, "why not" | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball west across the Floyd | top arc of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "sing gold" | ||||
Floyd | (Gold Digger) Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Gold Digger. Floyd | Floyd | Gold seems like such a yielding material.... Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball down the west arc Floyd | of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "enter ball" | ||||
Floyd | The cage-ball is out of reach: the mechanical scarab is pushing it Floyd | down the west arc of the chamber.... Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball east along the Floyd | bottom arc of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Gold Digger fades. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "sing gold" | ||||
Floyd | (Gold Digger) Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Gold Digger. Floyd | Floyd | Gold seems like such a yielding material.... Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball up the east arc of Floyd | the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Solar Sphere Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball up the east arc of Floyd | the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar asks, "ok, when is the ball near us?" | |||
| Mick says, "It will say when it is close" | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball west across the Floyd | top arc of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball down the west arc Floyd | of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball east along the Floyd | bottom arc of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Solar Sphere Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing gold" | ||||
Floyd | (Gold Digger) Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Gold Digger. Floyd | Floyd | Gold seems like such a yielding material.... Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball east along the Floyd | bottom arc of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "enter ball" | ||||
Floyd | (getting off the Jewelled Globe) Floyd | You slip through the yielding gold wire. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball up the east arc of Floyd | the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Gold Digger fades. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "Apparently they don't say it anymore." | |||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "verbose" | ||||
Floyd | Ka is now in its "verbose" mode, which always gives long descriptions Floyd | of locations (even if you've been there before). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "put obelisk in spool" | ||||
Floyd | The little obelisk fits firmly into the square hole in the spool. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball west across the Floyd | top arc of the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "pull leather" | ||||
Floyd | Pulling the strap spins the spool, fast. The obelisk spins with it; Floyd | its point whines against the singed cone, which begins to glow dull Floyd | red. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its lacy metal ball down the west arc Floyd | of the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "press bellows" | ||||
Floyd | A fine mist sprays from the tiny bellows, blowing across the glowing Floyd | cone. The mist becomes a spray of fire, and in an instant the wire of Floyd | the cage is all aflame. The ball burns bright as the sun; its light Floyd | scintillates among the lands of the jewelled globe. Floyd | Floyd | Dawn has come. Floyd | Floyd | Near the west pole of this spherical chamber, the dawn-light reveals Floyd | an arched doorway that was not there before this moment. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its fiery metal ball east along the Floyd | bottom arc of the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar says, "nice" | |||
| Mick says, "yay" | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing gold" | ||||
Floyd | (Gold Digger) Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Gold Digger. Floyd | Floyd | Gold seems like such a yielding material.... Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its fiery metal ball up the east arc Floyd | of the chamber with you inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "exit" | ||||
Floyd | You slip through the yielding gold lace. As the ball is rolling up the Floyd | side of the chamber, you fall out and tumble back down to the low Floyd | point. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork scarab is pushing its fiery metal ball west across the Floyd | top arc of the chamber. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Gold Digger fades. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Confidently crossing your sceptres before you, you step out through Floyd | the westward arch. Floyd | Floyd | Senet House Floyd | This chamber is a cube almost too big to see. A hole in the apex Floyd | admits a single, broad beam of sunlight which stabs down to the floor, Floyd | sparkling dust and making a bright circle on the floor, in the exact Floyd | center of the dim space. Floyd | Floyd | In the circle of light, a life-sized doll, finely crafted to resemble Floyd | a learned old man, sits on a three-legged stool before a game board. Floyd | Beneath his robes you can hear gears and flywheels whirring and Floyd | ticking. His gaze follows you with uncanny smoothness. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "interesting" | |||
| Gerynar asks, "shall we play a game?" | ||||
| Mick says, "mmhmm" | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x game board" | ||||
Floyd | The game is Hounds and Jackals, but this is some complex variant Floyd | you've never seen before. You have played on a small hand-held board, Floyd | with two short trails of peg-holes mirrored side by side. But this is Floyd | a large, elaborately carved oval table on a thin pedestal. It has Floyd | separate, identical trails of peg-holes at each end of the oval; Floyd | between them is a bowl shape holding two very large knucklebone dice. Floyd | Each side's trail is criss-crossed with dozens of the short-cut paths Floyd | that can so rapidly change a player's fortunes. Floyd | Floyd | Seven Jackal pegs wait in the starting holes beneath the clockwork Floyd | sage's hand; seven Hound pegs wait in the starting holes at your side Floyd | of the game board. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "play game" | ||||
Floyd | You pick up the dice and throw... Floyd | Floyd | ...the doll plays its side of the board with steely concentration, Floyd | humming mechanically as it weighs its tactics... Floyd | Floyd | ...you find you can adapt to the wildly complex board, but before long Floyd | you are losing. The clockwork sage's silver fingers throw the Floyd | knucklebones with musical precision; he knows the peg-paths like the Floyd | back of his hand... Floyd | Floyd | ...in fact, you see that the board's layout is indeed engraved upon Floyd | the back of the doll's hand... Floyd | Floyd | ...he exploits every opportunity and pulls ahead rapidly; at length Floyd | your position seems completely hopeless. You study the board once Floyd | more: the sage needs but one more indifferently lucky throw to bring Floyd | home his last Jackal, while your Hounds would need at least a dozen Floyd | turns to catch up... Floyd | Floyd | ...it is your move, but it seems futile even to pick up the dice. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "Is there a luck song? haha" | |||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "list song" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "read book" | ||||
Floyd | The Book of Songs of Getting Through the Day is a richly illustrated Floyd | scroll on virgin papyrus; its chapters are spell-songs prepared to Floyd | help you survive this most unusual day. As you read, you sense the Floyd | power behind these ancient verses... Floyd | Floyd | Cat Eyes Floyd | In midnight skies Floyd | Twin moons Floyd | Light the way. Floyd | Black cat's eyes Floyd | Reveal runes; Floyd | Turn night to day. Floyd | Floyd | Down Under Floyd | Arch of arches Floyd | West of west Floyd | From every tomb, Floyd | Each soul marches Floyd | To its rest Floyd | Or to its doom! Floyd | Floyd | Silent Supplicant Floyd | To pass the gate Floyd | Of a holy shrine Floyd | Requires respect. Floyd | He who just ate Floyd | And drank much wine Floyd | The doors reject. Floyd | Floyd | Master Glazier Floyd | Red as a brand Floyd | Star-gems flow Floyd | In your brazier; Floyd | What a grand Floyd | Skill you know, Floyd | Master Glazier! Floyd | Floyd | Golden Forest Runner Floyd | Agile antelope Floyd | slips through a wood Floyd | bathed in golden light Floyd | Up or down a slope Floyd | any way is good Floyd | feet as fleet as flight Floyd | Floyd | Letting Myself Come Through Floyd | Beside myself Floyd | I closed myself Floyd | Out of my own. Floyd | Before myself Floyd | I beg myself: Floyd | Leave myself alone. Floyd | Floyd | Sandstone Sifter Floyd | Layer by layer Floyd | Sand of the Nile Floyd | Hardens to stone; Floyd | Time the betrayer Floyd | Held in denial: Floyd | Hardness is gone Floyd | Floyd | Lost Memories Floyd | Trying to trace Floyd | Days of your youth, Floyd | Times you regret, Floyd | Don't like to face Floyd | Unpleasant truth, Floyd | So you forget. Floyd | Floyd | Gold Digger Floyd | Strange men live in bands Floyd | Deep underground Floyd | Mining for gold Floyd | Dig ore with bare hands Floyd | Speak without sound Floyd | Ten thousand years old Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "sing lost" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Lost Memories. Floyd | Floyd | The song evokes a mood of long ago. You glance at your sceptres again Floyd | in growing doubt. These served me well among men. But against a blind Floyd | genius automaton? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "get dice" | ||||
Floyd | Dreading the result, you pick up the dice again... Floyd | Floyd | ...sure enough, the mechanical master handily defeats you... Floyd | Floyd | ...silently (but for a faint ticking) he begins to reset his pegs for Floyd | a fresh game. Silently, you do the same. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Senet House Floyd | This chamber is a cube almost too big to see. A hole in the apex Floyd | admits a single, broad beam of sunlight which stabs down to the floor, Floyd | sparkling dust and making a bright circle on the floor, in the exact Floyd | center of the dim space. Floyd | Floyd | In the circle of light, a life-sized doll, finely crafted to resemble Floyd | a learned old man, sits on a three-legged stool before a game board. Floyd | Beneath his robes you can hear gears and flywheels whirring and Floyd | ticking. His gaze follows you with uncanny smoothness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x man" | ||||
Floyd | A clockwork sage sits rigidly upon a three-legged stool, facing you Floyd | across a game table. His skin is silver; his eyes sparkling jewels; Floyd | his clothes dyed silk; even his sandals are solid gold. Within him you Floyd | can hear fine machinery working; his gemstone gaze never leaves your Floyd | face. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork sage's silver hand waits above the Jackal pegs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "get hand" | ||||
Floyd | That seems to be a part of the Clockwork Sage. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "look under robes" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing Master Glazier" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Master Glazier. Floyd | Floyd | You sense how glass can flow like water. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x hounds" | ||||
Floyd | The game is Hounds and Jackals, but this is some complex variant Floyd | you've never seen before. You have played on a small hand-held board, Floyd | with two short trails of peg-holes mirrored side by side. But this is Floyd | a large, elaborately carved oval table on a thin pedestal. It has Floyd | separate, identical trails of peg-holes at each end of the oval; Floyd | between them is a bowl shape holding two very large knucklebone dice. Floyd | Each side's trail is criss-crossed with dozens of the short-cut paths Floyd | that can so rapidly change a player's fortunes. Floyd | Floyd | Seven Jackal pegs wait in the starting holes beneath the clockwork Floyd | sage's hand; seven Hound pegs wait in the starting holes at your side Floyd | of the game board. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Master Glazier fades. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "I really have no idea what I intended to accomplish with that" | |||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x sage's hand" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x hand" | ||||
Floyd | The clockwork sage's silver hand waits above the Jackal pegs. The Floyd | paths of the game board are engraved on the back of his hand. You try Floyd | to imagine the sage becoming forgetful, stealing a quick glance at the Floyd | diagram... Floyd | Floyd | ...but the doll's gemstone gaze never leave your face. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x diagram" | ||||
Floyd | The clockwork sage's silver hand waits above the Jackal pegs. The Floyd | paths of the game board are engraved on the back of his hand. You try Floyd | to imagine the sage becoming forgetful, stealing a quick glance at the Floyd | diagram... Floyd | Floyd | ...but the doll's gemstone gaze never leave your face. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You look for an arch to the west, but it seems plain that you must Floyd | first beat this automaton at his own game. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick asks, "Is there something we can do to mess up the image on his hand?" | |||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "take hand" | ||||
Floyd | That seems to be a part of the Clockwork Sage. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x dice" | ||||
Floyd | Knucklebones...big ones. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | your Coronation Crook Floyd | your replacement Coronation Flail Floyd | a Book of Songs of Getting Through the Day Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "play" | ||||
Floyd | You begin another game, briskly throwing the dice into the pit between Floyd | the paths... Floyd | Floyd | ...again you improve as you play... Floyd | Floyd | ...but again the clockwork sage outpaces your best efforts, bringing Floyd | you rapidly to the brink of defeat, his Jackal pegs all brought home Floyd | but one, while your Hounds have barely left the foothills of their Floyd | twisting path... Floyd | Floyd | ...it is your move, but you seem to have little chance to win. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "play" | ||||
Floyd | Gamely you roll again, but it is no use. Soon the Jackal pegs have Floyd | their victory over your Hounds, and the doll sets them up for another Floyd | game. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar says, "strange game, the only winning move is to not play" | |||
| Mick says, "His hand seems to be the hint" | ||||
| Mick says, "I just don't know what to do about it" | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x light" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x hole" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "take jackals" | ||||
Floyd | The table rotates easily; now the sage's hand waits above the Hound Floyd | pegs. He doesn't seem to care. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "play" | ||||
Floyd | Yet again you pick up the dice... Floyd | Floyd | ...your Jackal pegs set out on their journey... Floyd | Floyd | ...you play more skillfully than ever, using every shortcut along the Floyd | path... Floyd | Floyd | ...but the machine sees no distractions, hears nothing, feels Floyd | nothing... Floyd | Floyd | ...his sense of the pegs is instinctual, ingrained. Engraved. You can Floyd | gain no purchase against the doll's tactics... Floyd | Floyd | ...and once again you find your Jackal pegs impossibly far behind the Floyd | Hounds. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "The game is cluing the hand engraving pretty hard..." | |||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "hit hand" | ||||
Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "wrap flail around hand" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Senet House Floyd | This chamber is a cube almost too big to see. A hole in the apex Floyd | admits a single, broad beam of sunlight which stabs down to the floor, Floyd | sparkling dust and making a bright circle on the floor, in the exact Floyd | center of the dim space. Floyd | Floyd | In the circle of light, a life-sized doll, finely crafted to resemble Floyd | a learned old man, sits on a three-legged stool before a game board. Floyd | Beneath his robes you can hear gears and flywheels whirring and Floyd | ticking. His gaze follows you with uncanny smoothness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "take robes" | ||||
Floyd | I don't suppose the Clockwork Sage would care for that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x eyes" | ||||
Floyd | Cat Eyes Floyd | In midnight skies Floyd | Twin moons Floyd | Light the way. Floyd | Black cat's eyes Floyd | Reveal runes; Floyd | Turn night to day. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x man" | ||||
Floyd | A clockwork sage sits rigidly upon a three-legged stool, facing you Floyd | across a game table. His skin is silver; his eyes sparkling jewels; Floyd | his clothes dyed silk; even his sandals are solid gold. Within him you Floyd | can hear fine machinery working; his gemstone gaze never leaves your Floyd | face. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork sage's silver hand waits above the Hound pegs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "take jewels" | ||||
Floyd | I don't suppose the Clockwork Sage would care for that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "take hounds" | ||||
Floyd | You turn the table; now the sage's hand waits above the Jackal pegs. Floyd | He doesn't seem to notice the difference; he is still waiting Floyd | patiently for you to pick up the dice again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "take sandals" | ||||
Floyd | I don't suppose the Clockwork Sage would care for that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x sandals" | ||||
Floyd | A clockwork sage sits rigidly upon a three-legged stool, facing you Floyd | across a game table. His skin is silver; his eyes sparkling jewels; Floyd | his clothes dyed silk; even his sandals are solid gold. Within him you Floyd | can hear fine machinery working; his gemstone gaze never leaves your Floyd | face. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork sage's silver hand waits above the Jackal pegs. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick exclaims, "I think I know it!" | |||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "play" | ||||
Floyd | You roll the bones again and easily bring "your" last peg home. Floyd | Floyd | The doll sits back heavily on his three-legged stool, defeated. Floyd | Floyd | Beyond him, you notice an arch leading west; you are certain that it Floyd | was not there until this moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "er" | |||
| Mick says, "I didn't realize we were in the middle of a game" | ||||
| Mick says, "well good job! :)" | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You raise your crook and flail as you approach the westward arch, but Floyd | you hesitate. Is that really necessary? Floyd | Floyd | You lower the sceptres and step out through the arch. Floyd | Floyd | The Dodecahedron Floyd | This chamber's walls, ceiling, and floor are a dozen identical copper Floyd | tiles, pentagonal, huge, that meet at insane angles yet somehow fit Floyd | seamlessly together into an angular ball shape. High above you, red Floyd | flames blaze inside something crystalline; their flickering Floyd | reflections redouble at every wall. Floyd | Floyd | A marvelously detailed miniature landscape in carved ivory covers most Floyd | of the floor. A quicksilver river flows through the middle of it; Floyd | every few moments the landscape floods, becoming a perfect mirror just Floyd | for an instant. Floyd | Floyd | The liquid metal collects somewhere beneath the landscape at the Floyd | northern corner, then recirculates by means of some pumping equipment Floyd | near the southern edge. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar says, "neither did I. I was just trying to see if I could steal the pieces...for ransom" | |||
| Mick says, "hahaha" | ||||
| Mick says, "I was clued into the fact that his gaze was focused on your face" | ||||
| Mick says, "This game feels like random puzzle rooms mashed together, but maybe it all fits together at the end." | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x landscape" | ||||
Floyd | You recognize the contours of your own lands, beautifully detailed. Floyd | The landscape seems carved from a single slab of ivory. (But what Floyd | creature has a tusk fifteen paces wide?) Floyd | Floyd | The familiar life-giving river flows through the middle, the water Floyd | represented here by fast-flowing quicksilver, fed by some pumping Floyd | equipment at the southern edge of the landscape. The red firelight Floyd | shimmers on the silver-bright fluid as it flows across the land. Every Floyd | few moments, the liquid metal river overflows its banks, filling the Floyd | flood plain. For a breath, most of the landscape is a perfect mirror. Floyd | Then the mirror shatters into a million tiny rivulets; an instant Floyd | later these all rejoin in the riverbed, leaving not a drop on the Floyd | ivory plain. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "Alright, this is kind of cool, but I'm not sure what the puzzle is." | |||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x mercury" | ||||
Floyd | The familiar life-giving river is represented by fast-flowing Floyd | quicksilver, fed by some pumping equipment at the southern edge of the Floyd | landscape. Floyd | Floyd | Every few moments, the liquid metal river overflows its banks, filling Floyd | the flood plain. For a breath, most of the landscape is a perfect Floyd | mirror. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x pump" | ||||
Floyd | The miniature river is supplied by a waist-high water wheel at the Floyd | southern edge. Hundreds of tiny cups are mounted all around the rim of Floyd | this wheel. As it turns - motivated by a force you can't discern - the Floyd | cups pour a continuous flow of liquid metal into the miniature river. Floyd | Floyd | Next to the water wheel is a shadouf: a lever arm with a scoop Floyd | attached at one end, opposed by a counterweight at the other end. The Floyd | arm rocks slowly up and down - motivated by no force you can discern - Floyd | pouring an extra scoopful of quicksilver into the miniature river Floyd | every few moments. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x shadouf" | ||||
Floyd | Next to the water wheel is a shadouf: a lever arm with a scoop Floyd | attached at one end, opposed by a counterweight at the other end. The Floyd | arm rocks slowly up and down - motivated by no force you can discern - Floyd | pouring an extra scoopful of quicksilver into the miniature river Floyd | every few moments. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x counterweight" | ||||
Floyd | Next to the water wheel is a shadouf: a lever arm with a scoop Floyd | attached at one end, opposed by a counterweight at the other end. The Floyd | arm rocks slowly up and down - motivated by no force you can discern - Floyd | pouring an extra scoopful of quicksilver into the miniature river Floyd | every few moments. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "take counterweight" | ||||
Floyd | The shadouf stops moving when you take hold of it: it is easy to Floyd | resist the gentle, mysterious impetus that drives it. The periodic Floyd | flooding abates, of course. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | The Dodecahedron Floyd | This chamber's walls, ceiling, and floor are a dozen identical copper Floyd | tiles, pentagonal, huge, that meet at insane angles yet somehow fit Floyd | seamlessly together into an angular ball shape. High above you, red Floyd | flames blaze inside something crystalline; their flickering Floyd | reflections redouble at every wall. Floyd | Floyd | A marvelously detailed miniature landscape in carved ivory covers most Floyd | of the floor. A quicksilver river flows through the middle of it, fed Floyd | by the slowly turning water wheel; while you hold the scoop-lever, the Floyd | flow is steady and even. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar says, "there goes civilization" | |||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "put shadouf on wheel" | ||||
Floyd | Putting things on the water wheel would achieve nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "Maybe we need to stop it after it floods" | |||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a shadouf Floyd | your Coronation Crook Floyd | your replacement Coronation Flail Floyd | a Book of Songs of Getting Through the Day Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "put shadouf on landscape" | ||||
Floyd | You don't see a good place for that on the Miniature Landscape. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Ellison arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | Mick says, "I broke it" | |||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing sandstone" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Sandstone Sifter. Floyd | Floyd | Sandstone - even quartz - feels just like loose sand to you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "drop counterweight" | ||||
Floyd | You release the shadouf. It slowly resumes moving. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Sandstone Sifter fades. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Ellison has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||||
| Fang has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | The Dodecahedron Floyd | This chamber's walls, ceiling, and floor are a dozen identical copper Floyd | tiles, pentagonal, huge, that meet at insane angles yet somehow fit Floyd | seamlessly together into an angular ball shape. High above you, red Floyd | flames blaze inside something crystalline; their flickering Floyd | reflections redouble at every wall. Floyd | Floyd | A marvelously detailed miniature landscape in carved ivory covers most Floyd | of the floor. A quicksilver river flows through the middle of it; Floyd | every few moments the landscape floods, becoming a perfect mirror just Floyd | for an instant. Floyd | Floyd | The liquid metal collects somewhere beneath the landscape at the Floyd | northern corner, then recirculates by means of some pumping equipment Floyd | near the southern edge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "ball" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x ball" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x flames" | ||||
Floyd | Far above you, at the center of the ceiling, a red fire blazes inside Floyd | something crystalline. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "get crystal" | ||||
Floyd | That is high above you, far out of reach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "look in mirror" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "push counterweight" | ||||
Floyd | The shadouf stops moving when you take hold of it: it is easy to Floyd | resist the gentle, mysterious impetus that drives it. The periodic Floyd | flooding abates, of course. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "drop it" | ||||
Floyd | You release the shadouf. It slowly resumes moving. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing lost" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Lost Memories. Floyd | Floyd | The song evokes a mood of long ago. Your royal sceptres catch your eye Floyd | once more, now seeming like something from a half-forgotten dream. A Floyd | long-ignored memory rushes back... Floyd | Floyd | Your father's funeral. A stranger in an anubis mask, so frightening to Floyd | you as a child. Endless attendants and functionaries. The old king's Floyd | sceptres retired: their symbolic power extinguished like spent candles Floyd | before they passed to you as mere heirlooms. And I took up my own soon Floyd | after. His body shown, honored, then wrapped, anointed, sealed away... Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Lost Memories fades. Floyd | Floyd | The vision recedes, leaving you holding the sceptres up to the light. Floyd | Perhaps it is time to be free of these mortal tools. You wonder how Floyd | you might retire them respectfully in this alien place. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "drop sceptres in river" | ||||
Floyd | Which do you mean, your Coronation Crook, or your replacement Floyd | Coronation Flail? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "crook" | ||||
Floyd | You dip your Coronation Crook into the quicksilver, but the liquid Floyd | metal flows off again instantly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "touch quicksilver" | ||||
Floyd | You feel nothing unexpected. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "swim" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | your Coronation Crook Floyd | your replacement Coronation Flail Floyd | a Book of Songs of Getting Through the Day Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x wheel" | ||||
Floyd | The miniature river is supplied by a waist-high water wheel at the Floyd | southern edge. Hundreds of tiny cups are mounted all around the rim of Floyd | this wheel. As it turns - motivated by a force you can't discern - the Floyd | cups pour a continuous flow of liquid metal into the miniature river. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "stop wheel" | ||||
Floyd | The water wheel stops moving when you take hold of it: it is easy to Floyd | resist the gentle, mysterious impetus that drives it. Its supply Floyd | interrupted, the river drains in an instant. Quicksilver lingers only Floyd | in a complex series of grooves along the river-bed: schematic animals Floyd | that you recognize after a moment: writing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "read landscape" | ||||
Floyd | Inversions Floyd | Might is rarely right: Floyd | Temper law with love, Floyd | Reaping what you sow. Floyd | Day becomes the night: Floyd | As it is above, Floyd | So it is below. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "sing inversions" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Inversions. Floyd | Floyd | You lose your grip on the wheel as the floor and ceiling seem to Floyd | change places.... Floyd | Floyd | The Dodecahedron (on the ceiling) Floyd | This chamber's walls, ceiling, and floor are a dozen identical copper Floyd | tiles, pentagonal, huge, that meet at insane angles yet somehow fit Floyd | seamlessly together into an angular ball shape. Beside you on the Floyd | ceiling, red flames blaze inside a glittering crystalline shell. Floyd | Floyd | A marvelously detailed miniature landscape in carved ivory covers most Floyd | of the floor, high above your head. Every few moments you can see Floyd | yourself, walking on the ceiling, reflected in a flood of quicksilver. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "get crystal" | ||||
Floyd | That's fixed in place. Floyd | Floyd | The haunting melody of Inversions lingers in your mind. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick asks, "Where did Inversions come from?" | |||
| Mick says, "Oh I see" | ||||
| Gerynar says, "I stopped the waterwheel, and the river drained" | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "touch crystal" | ||||
Floyd | The shell around the fire is an angular box, clear as distilled water. Floyd | It seems to be made of smooth-grown slabs of pure quartz crystal, Floyd | grown together at the edges. Floyd | Floyd | The haunting melody of Inversions lingers in your mind. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar asks, "if we sing the glass song, will we end back up on the floor you think?" | |||
| Mick says, "I don't know" | ||||
| Mick says, "easy enough to get back" | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "sing glazier" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Master Glazier. Floyd | Floyd | You sense how glass can flow like water. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Inversions fades. Floyd | The ceiling and floor seem to change places.... Floyd | Floyd | The Dodecahedron Floyd | This chamber's walls, ceiling, and floor are a dozen identical copper Floyd | tiles, pentagonal, huge, that meet at insane angles yet somehow fit Floyd | seamlessly together into an angular ball shape. High above you, red Floyd | flames blaze inside something crystalline; their flickering Floyd | reflections redouble at every wall. Floyd | Floyd | A marvelously detailed miniature landscape in carved ivory covers most Floyd | of the floor. A quicksilver river flows through the middle of it; Floyd | every few moments the landscape floods, becoming a perfect mirror just Floyd | for an instant. Floyd | Floyd | The liquid metal collects somewhere beneath the landscape at the Floyd | northern corner, then recirculates by means of some pumping equipment Floyd | near the southern edge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing inversions" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Inversions. Floyd | Floyd | The floor and ceiling seem to change places.... Floyd | Floyd | The Dodecahedron (on the ceiling) Floyd | This chamber's walls, ceiling, and floor are a dozen identical copper Floyd | tiles, pentagonal, huge, that meet at insane angles yet somehow fit Floyd | seamlessly together into an angular ball shape. Beside you on the Floyd | ceiling, red flames blaze inside a glittering crystalline shell. Floyd | Floyd | A marvelously detailed miniature landscape in carved ivory covers most Floyd | of the floor, high above your head. Every few moments you can see Floyd | yourself, walking on the ceiling, reflected in a flood of quicksilver. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Master Glazier fades. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing glazier" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Master Glazier. Floyd | Floyd | You sense how glass can flow like water. Floyd | Floyd | The haunting melody of Inversions lingers in your mind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "take fire" | ||||
Floyd | The crystalline shell isn't open. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Master Glazier fades. Floyd | The haunting melody of Inversions lingers in your mind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | The Dodecahedron Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick asks, "Are you sure we don't need to sing sandstone instead?" | |||
| Gerynar says, "I am not sure of anything" | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x crystal" | ||||
Floyd | The shell around the fire is an angular box, clear as distilled water. Floyd | It seems to be made of smooth-grown slabs of pure quartz crystal, Floyd | grown together at the edges. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Master Glazier fades. Floyd | The haunting melody of Inversions lingers in your mind. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar says, "except that my air conditioner seems to have only two settings hot or cold" | |||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | The Dodecahedron Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "touch box" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "hit shell" | ||||
Floyd | Your strength is insufficient to damage it. | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "open crystal" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Master Glazier fades. Floyd | The haunting melody of Inversions lingers in your mind. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | It is beyond your strength to open that. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Inversions fades. Floyd | The ceiling and floor seem to change places.... Floyd | Floyd | The Dodecahedron Floyd | This chamber's walls, ceiling, and floor are a dozen identical copper Floyd | tiles, pentagonal, huge, that meet at insane angles yet somehow fit Floyd | seamlessly together into an angular ball shape. High above you, red Floyd | flames blaze inside something crystalline; their flickering Floyd | reflections redouble at every wall. Floyd | Floyd | A marvelously detailed miniature landscape in carved ivory covers most Floyd | of the floor. A quicksilver river flows through the middle of it; Floyd | every few moments the landscape floods, becoming a perfect mirror just Floyd | for an instant. Floyd | Floyd | The liquid metal collects somewhere beneath the landscape at the Floyd | northern corner, then recirculates by means of some pumping equipment Floyd | near the southern edge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing inversions" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Inversions. Floyd | Floyd | The floor and ceiling seem to change places.... Floyd | Floyd | The Dodecahedron (on the ceiling) Floyd | This chamber's walls, ceiling, and floor are a dozen identical copper Floyd | tiles, pentagonal, huge, that meet at insane angles yet somehow fit Floyd | seamlessly together into an angular ball shape. Beside you on the Floyd | ceiling, red flames blaze inside a glittering crystalline shell. Floyd | Floyd | A marvelously detailed miniature landscape in carved ivory covers most Floyd | of the floor, high above your head. Every few moments you can see Floyd | yourself, walking on the ceiling, reflected in a flood of quicksilver. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing sandstone" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Sandstone Sifter. Floyd | Floyd | Sandstone - even quartz - feels just like loose sand to you. Floyd | Floyd | The haunting melody of Inversions lingers in your mind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "hit shell" | ||||
Floyd | Your hands pass through the crystalline shell, meeting no resistance. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Sandstone Sifter fades. Floyd | The haunting melody of Inversions lingers in your mind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "take fire" | ||||
Floyd | The crystalline shell isn't open. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Inversions fades. Floyd | The ceiling and floor seem to change places.... Floyd | Floyd | The Dodecahedron Floyd | This chamber's walls, ceiling, and floor are a dozen identical copper Floyd | tiles, pentagonal, huge, that meet at insane angles yet somehow fit Floyd | seamlessly together into an angular ball shape. High above you, red Floyd | flames blaze inside something crystalline; their flickering Floyd | reflections redouble at every wall. Floyd | Floyd | A marvelously detailed miniature landscape in carved ivory covers most Floyd | of the floor. A quicksilver river flows through the middle of it; Floyd | every few moments the landscape floods, becoming a perfect mirror just Floyd | for an instant. Floyd | Floyd | The liquid metal collects somewhere beneath the landscape at the Floyd | northern corner, then recirculates by means of some pumping equipment Floyd | near the southern edge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing inversions" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Inversions. Floyd | Floyd | The floor and ceiling seem to change places.... Floyd | Floyd | The Dodecahedron (on the ceiling) Floyd | This chamber's walls, ceiling, and floor are a dozen identical copper Floyd | tiles, pentagonal, huge, that meet at insane angles yet somehow fit Floyd | seamlessly together into an angular ball shape. Beside you on the Floyd | ceiling, red flames blaze inside a glittering crystalline shell. Floyd | Floyd | A marvelously detailed miniature landscape in carved ivory covers most Floyd | of the floor, high above your head. Every few moments you can see Floyd | yourself, walking on the ceiling, reflected in a flood of quicksilver. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing sandstone" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Sandstone Sifter. Floyd | Floyd | Sandstone - even quartz - feels just like loose sand to you. Floyd | Floyd | The haunting melody of Inversions lingers in your mind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "take fire" | ||||
Floyd | The crystalline shell isn't open. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Sandstone Sifter fades. Floyd | The haunting melody of Inversions lingers in your mind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "open shell" | ||||
Floyd | It is beyond your strength to open that. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Inversions fades. Floyd | The ceiling and floor seem to change places.... Floyd | Floyd | The Dodecahedron Floyd | This chamber's walls, ceiling, and floor are a dozen identical copper Floyd | tiles, pentagonal, huge, that meet at insane angles yet somehow fit Floyd | seamlessly together into an angular ball shape. High above you, red Floyd | flames blaze inside something crystalline; their flickering Floyd | reflections redouble at every wall. Floyd | Floyd | A marvelously detailed miniature landscape in carved ivory covers most Floyd | of the floor. A quicksilver river flows through the middle of it; Floyd | every few moments the landscape floods, becoming a perfect mirror just Floyd | for an instant. Floyd | Floyd | The liquid metal collects somewhere beneath the landscape at the Floyd | northern corner, then recirculates by means of some pumping equipment Floyd | near the southern edge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | your Coronation Crook Floyd | your replacement Coronation Flail Floyd | a Book of Songs of Getting Through the Day Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing inversions" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Inversions. Floyd | Floyd | The floor and ceiling seem to change places.... Floyd | Floyd | The Dodecahedron (on the ceiling) Floyd | This chamber's walls, ceiling, and floor are a dozen identical copper Floyd | tiles, pentagonal, huge, that meet at insane angles yet somehow fit Floyd | seamlessly together into an angular ball shape. Beside you on the Floyd | ceiling, red flames blaze inside a glittering crystalline shell. Floyd | Floyd | A marvelously detailed miniature landscape in carved ivory covers most Floyd | of the floor, high above your head. Every few moments you can see Floyd | yourself, walking on the ceiling, reflected in a flood of quicksilver. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing sandstone" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Sandstone Sifter. Floyd | Floyd | Sandstone - even quartz - feels just like loose sand to you. Floyd | Floyd | The haunting melody of Inversions lingers in your mind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "open shell" | ||||
Floyd | Your hands pass through the crystalline shell, meeting no resistance. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Sandstone Sifter fades. Floyd | The haunting melody of Inversions lingers in your mind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | The Dodecahedron Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "Ok, our hands can pass through, but I'm not sure what that gains us" | |||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "pry open shell with crook" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "touch fire" | ||||
Floyd | In the center of a shell of solid quartz crystal, red fire blazes out Floyd | in all directions from something like a tangle of gold wire. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Sandstone Sifter fades. Floyd | The haunting melody of Inversions lingers in your mind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | The Dodecahedron Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "take fire" | ||||
Floyd | The crystalline shell isn't open. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Sandstone Sifter fades. Floyd | The haunting melody of Inversions lingers in your mind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | The Dodecahedron Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "put crook in fire" | ||||
Floyd | (first entering the crystalline shell) Floyd | Fire engulfs your Coronation Crook. It has served you well, but you Floyd | feel rightly free of it now. Floyd | Floyd | The fire darkens strangely as it consumes your Coronation Crook, the Floyd | bright red flames turning to dark purple with fringes of black. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Sandstone Sifter fades. Floyd | The haunting melody of Inversions lingers in your mind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Inversions fades. Floyd | The ceiling and floor seem to change places.... Floyd | Floyd | The Dodecahedron Floyd | This chamber's walls, ceiling, and floor are a dozen identical copper Floyd | tiles, pentagonal, huge, that meet at insane angles yet somehow fit Floyd | seamlessly together into an angular ball shape. High above you, purple Floyd | flames blaze inside something crystalline; their flickering Floyd | reflections redouble at every wall. Floyd | Floyd | A marvelously detailed miniature landscape in carved ivory covers most Floyd | of the floor. A quicksilver river flows through the middle of it; Floyd | every few moments the landscape floods, becoming a perfect mirror just Floyd | for an instant. Floyd | Floyd | The liquid metal collects somewhere beneath the landscape at the Floyd | northern corner, then recirculates by means of some pumping equipment Floyd | near the southern edge. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing inversions" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Inversions. Floyd | Floyd | The floor and ceiling seem to change places.... Floyd | Floyd | The Dodecahedron (on the ceiling) Floyd | This chamber's walls, ceiling, and floor are a dozen identical copper Floyd | tiles, pentagonal, huge, that meet at insane angles yet somehow fit Floyd | seamlessly together into an angular ball shape. Beside you on the Floyd | ceiling, purple flames blaze inside a glittering crystalline shell. Floyd | Floyd | A marvelously detailed miniature landscape in carved ivory covers most Floyd | of the floor, high above your head. Every few moments you can see Floyd | yourself, walking on the ceiling, reflected in a flood of quicksilver. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing sandstone" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Sandstone Sifter. Floyd | Floyd | Sandstone - even quartz - feels just like loose sand to you. Floyd | Floyd | The haunting melody of Inversions lingers in your mind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "put flail in fire" | ||||
Floyd | (first entering the crystalline shell) Floyd | Fire encloses your replacement Coronation Flail and darkens, darkens Floyd | until the flames are black as night. Sparks like stars fly from the Floyd | flame-tips, swirl within the shell, strike the crystal walls and fade. Floyd | Darkness spreads throughout the chamber, reflected in polished copper Floyd | and flowing quicksilver. Floyd | Floyd | You feel the ending of a day of mysteries; a decade of rule; a Floyd | lifetime of joys and pains. Now the sun has set on my reign. Let my Floyd | successor have his day in the sun.... Floyd | Floyd | This time you almost see the westward arch flick into existence. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Sandstone Sifter fades. Floyd | The haunting melody of Inversions lingers in your mind. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Inversions fades. Floyd | The ceiling and floor seem to change places.... Floyd | Floyd | The Dodecahedron Floyd | This chamber's walls, ceiling, and floor are a dozen identical copper Floyd | tiles, pentagonal, huge, that meet at insane angles yet somehow fit Floyd | seamlessly together into an angular ball shape. High above you, black Floyd | flames blaze inside something crystalline; their flickering Floyd | reflections redouble at every wall. Floyd | Floyd | A marvelously detailed miniature landscape in carved ivory covers most Floyd | of the floor, details shrouded by the black firelight. Floyd | Floyd | A serene arch leads west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | In a sudden whirr of metal sliding on metal, a clockwork lioness leaps Floyd | from some unseen perch and blocks your way! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x lioness" | ||||
Floyd | A lioness crafted of jointed plates of bronze, accented with precious Floyd | stones. (The eyes are polished cat's-eye, of course.) You can hear Floyd | gears purring inside its muscular chest. Floyd | Floyd | The clockwork lioness returns your attention, redoubled. Something Floyd | inside it spins faster and suddenly it speaks, in a voice like wet Floyd | fingers stroking a dozen glass bowls: Floyd | Floyd | A king may look at a cat, but none may pass without answering my Floyd | riddle: Floyd | Floyd | What is supported by six legs in the morning, five legs at midday, and Floyd | four legs in the evening? Floyd | Floyd | The feline device paces impatiently, waiting for your answer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says, "ok, so I setp away for a moment for a pit stop, and you're all solving this when I can't watch" | Mick exclaims, "Sorry!" | |||
| Gerynar says, "sorry for not being on channel" | ||||
| Mick says, "I burned the items in the fire, and then a lion got in my way" | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "cf3" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| zarf arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | Mick asks, "Any thoughts on this riddle?" | |||
| Gerynar says, "nothing worthwhile" | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x lioness" | ||||
Floyd | A lioness crafted of jointed plates of bronze, accented with precious Floyd | stones. (The eyes are polished cat's-eye, of course.) You can hear Floyd | gears purring inside its muscular chest. Floyd | Floyd | The feline device paces impatiently, waiting for your answer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The clockwork lioness steps firmly into your path with a growl of Floyd | grinding gears. In musical tones it repeats its question: What is Floyd | supported by six legs in the morning, five legs at midday, and four Floyd | legs in the evening? Floyd | Floyd | The feline device paces impatiently, waiting for your answer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "pet lioness" | ||||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "it seems like a variation of the life-of-a-man riddle" | |||
| Gerynar says, "yeah" | ||||
| zarf says, "I forgot this was scheduled today" | ||||
| Gerynar asks, "have you played ka?" | ||||
| zarf says, "I beta tested" | ||||
| Gerynar says, "ah, so you're just gonna sit here and laugh at our attempts to get past the lioness :)" | ||||
| Mick says, "We've been stumbling through it for a while." | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "sing gold" | ||||
Floyd | (Gold Digger) Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Gold Digger. Floyd | Floyd | Gold seems like such a yielding material.... Floyd | Floyd | The feline device paces impatiently, waiting for your answer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "enter lioness" | ||||
Floyd | You can't ride that. Floyd | Floyd | The feline device paces impatiently, waiting for your answer. Floyd | Floyd | The mood of Gold Digger fades. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You are carrying: Floyd | a Book of Songs of Getting Through the Day Floyd | Floyd | The feline device paces impatiently, waiting for your answer. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "I think we actually have to answer it" | |||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "ask lioness about riddle" | ||||
Floyd | There is no reply. Floyd | Floyd | The feline device paces impatiently, waiting for your answer. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar says, "typical cat" | |||
| Mick says, "I'm wondering if it has anything to do with all these crooks and flails" | ||||
| Gerynar says, "we don't have them anymore, you burned them up" | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "say me" | ||||
Floyd | (to the Clockwork Lioness) Floyd | The clockwork cat looks up abruptly, whirring. It bares its polished Floyd | fangs, and shakes its head slightly before beginning to pace again. Floyd | Floyd | The feline device paces impatiently, waiting for your answer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "say crook" | ||||
Floyd | (to the Clockwork Lioness) Floyd | The clockwork cat looks up abruptly, whirring. It bares its polished Floyd | fangs, and shakes its head slightly before beginning to pace again. Floyd | Floyd | The feline device paces impatiently, waiting for your answer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "say pharaoh" | ||||
Floyd | (to the Clockwork Lioness) Floyd | The clockwork cat looks up abruptly, whirring. It bares its polished Floyd | fangs, and shakes its head slightly before beginning to pace again. Floyd | Floyd | The feline device paces impatiently, waiting for your answer. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar asks, "the original riddler was a sphynx, was it not?" | |||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "say sphynx" | ||||
Floyd | (to the Clockwork Lioness) Floyd | The clockwork cat looks up abruptly, whirring. It bares its polished Floyd | fangs, and shakes its head slightly before beginning to pace again. Floyd | Floyd | The feline device paces impatiently, waiting for your answer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "eat lioness" | ||||
Floyd | (first taking the Clockwork Lioness) Floyd | I don't suppose the Clockwork Lioness would care for that. Floyd | Floyd | The feline device paces impatiently, waiting for your answer. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "Luckily this one seems more merciful toward wrong answers than a sphynx" | |||
| Gerynar says, "is wondering how a mechanical lioness could stop a ghost/spirit" | ||||
| Gerynar says, "there is that" | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | The Dodecahedron Floyd | This chamber's walls, ceiling, and floor are a dozen identical copper Floyd | tiles, pentagonal, huge, that meet at insane angles yet somehow fit Floyd | seamlessly together into an angular ball shape. High above you, black Floyd | flames blaze inside something crystalline; their flickering Floyd | reflections redouble at every wall. Floyd | Floyd | The lioness watches you impatiently. Floyd | Floyd | A marvelously detailed miniature landscape in carved ivory covers most Floyd | of the floor, details shrouded by the black firelight. Floyd | Floyd | A serene arch leads west. Floyd | Floyd | The feline device paces impatiently, waiting for your answer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "push lioness" | ||||
Floyd | That would be less than courteous. Floyd | Floyd | The feline device paces impatiently, waiting for your answer. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "I have to think the answer is something we've come across" | |||
| Gerynar says, "you know, now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure the egyptians didn't have such mechanical devices back then" | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "say landscape" | ||||
Floyd | (to the Clockwork Lioness) Floyd | The clockwork cat looks up abruptly, whirring. It bares its polished Floyd | fangs, and shakes its head slightly before beginning to pace again. Floyd | Floyd | The feline device paces impatiently, waiting for your answer. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "They might have in their afterlives , you don't know" | |||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "say quicksilver" | ||||
Floyd | (to the Clockwork Lioness) Floyd | The clockwork cat looks up abruptly, whirring. It bares its polished Floyd | fangs, and shakes its head slightly before beginning to pace again. Floyd | Floyd | The feline device paces impatiently, waiting for your answer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "say flail" | ||||
Floyd | (to the Clockwork Lioness) Floyd | The clockwork cat looks up abruptly, whirring. It bares its polished Floyd | fangs, and shakes its head slightly before beginning to pace again. Floyd | Floyd | The feline device paces impatiently, waiting for your answer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "hit lioness with beta-tester zarf" | ||||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to hit the Clockwork Lioness. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar says, "ok, so I guess that violence is not the answer" | |||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The clockwork lioness steps firmly into your path with a growl of Floyd | grinding gears. In musical tones it repeats its question: What is Floyd | supported by six legs in the morning, five legs at midday, and four Floyd | legs in the evening? Floyd | Floyd | The feline device paces impatiently, waiting for your answer. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar asks, "how many coffins were we in at the beginning?" | |||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "say coffins" | ||||
Floyd | (to the Clockwork Lioness) Floyd | The clockwork cat looks up abruptly, whirring. It bares its polished Floyd | fangs, and shakes its head slightly before beginning to pace again. Floyd | Floyd | The feline device paces impatiently, waiting for your answer. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "I want to write a game with a bunch of seemingly cerebral puzzles that you actually solve by whacking every obstacle with a club." | |||
| Gerynar says, "hee" | ||||
| Gerynar says, "sounds almost like a good speed-if theme" | ||||
| Mick says, "With any good riddle, when you figure out the answer, you *know* it's the right one before asking." | ||||
| Gerynar says, "I suck at riddles" | ||||
| Gerynar says, "if I were in the cave with Gollum instead of Bilbo, I'd've been eaten" | ||||
| McMartin says (to Mick), "That reminds me of the various RPG writeups of the Hulk, where every skill takes the specialty "SMASH!"." | ||||
| McMartin says, "TV & VCR Repair (SMASH), Savoir-Faire (SMASH), and Diplomacy (SMASH) beign the winners" | ||||
| Gerynar can almost hear zarf snickering at our delimma | ||||
| zarf says, "I didn't solve it when I hit this point" | ||||
| Gerynar asks, "so, we can't ask you for the answer in desparate hope of getting past?" | ||||
| zarf says, "I can make some excuses -- the event ordering wasn't right and so the riddle appeared early -- but it's a riddle; you get it or you don't." | ||||
| Mick says, "I'd rather have a hint if anything, I'm still pondering." | ||||
| zarf says, "I can give hints if needed" | ||||
| Mick says, "Well that would mean a fairly recent event probably clues it." | ||||
| zarf says, "no :)" | ||||
| Mick says, "gah" | ||||
| zarf says, "I mean, that conclusion is not warranted" | ||||
| Gerynar asks, "what do you say, Mick, ask for a hint (with a club if need be)?" | ||||
| Mick says, "I wouldn't mind a hint." | ||||
| zarf says, "my problem was that I hadn't done the flails, so I thought all that stuff was here to be a clue to the riddle" | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "sing lost" | ||||
Floyd | Voicelessly you voice Lost Memories. Floyd | Floyd | The song evokes a mood of long ago. Floyd | Floyd | ...This feline construct surely reminds you of nothing else in your Floyd | experience. Floyd | But something in her words seems familiar. Floyd | The feline device paces impatiently, waiting for your answer. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick asks, "What do you mean by 'done the flails'?" | |||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "say fire" | ||||
Floyd | (to the Clockwork Lioness) Floyd | The clockwork cat looks up abruptly, whirring. It bares its polished Floyd | fangs, and shakes its head slightly before beginning to pace again. Floyd | Floyd | The feline device paces impatiently, waiting for your answer. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "see, my thought is" | |||
| Gerynar asks, "yes?" | ||||
| Mick says, "we had all those sceptres, one we smashed in our childhood, and two we burned just now, but the numbers don't add up" | ||||
| Mick says, "So I guess what I'm saying is I think I'm on the wrong track" | ||||
| Gerynar says, "the only thing I remember with 6 legs is the scarab" | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "say scarab beetle" | ||||
Floyd | (to the Clockwork Lioness) Floyd | The clockwork cat looks up abruptly, whirring. It bares its polished Floyd | fangs, and shakes its head slightly before beginning to pace again. Floyd | Floyd | The feline device paces impatiently, waiting for your answer. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "I think they are metaphorical legs" | |||
| zarf says, "that guess was getting close" | ||||
| Mick says, "well yes" | ||||
| Mick says, "the bettle had 6 legs, the man on the 3-legged stool had 5, and the lioness has 4" | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "say you" | ||||
Floyd | (to the Clockwork Lioness) Floyd | The cat stops pacing for a moment and stares at you. You hear gears Floyd | spinning faster inside the bronze breastplate for a moment. It tilts Floyd | its head back and forth, examining you from several angles. Confused? Floyd | But after a moment it resumes pacing. Floyd | Floyd | The feline device paces impatiently, waiting for your answer. Floyd | Floyd | > | Mick says, "ok I thought I had that for a moment" | |||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "say clockwork" | ||||
Floyd | (to the Clockwork Lioness) Floyd | The cat looks up at you abruptly, then nods, satisfied, gears softly Floyd | purring. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The bronze cat steps aside, and you step through the arch. Floyd | Floyd | You feel your journey drawing to a close at last.... Floyd | Floyd | Hall of Two Truths Floyd | This grand hall is long and tall and white. Translucent marble columns Floyd | march west, two by two, as far as you can see, seemingly lit from Floyd | every side, and from within as well. Floyd | Floyd | Here your heart is to be weighed against the feather of truth and Floyd | justice. (You knew it would come to this, sooner or later.) Floyd | Floyd | Far more glorious than the finest mask or statue, a living god stands Floyd | before you: Anubis. Floyd | Floyd | Ammit, a legendary demon, menaces you from behind a large Floyd | balance-scale. Floyd | Floyd | > | Gerynar asks, "where'd clockwork come from?" | |||
| Mick says, "The three things I mentioned were all clockworks" | ||||
| Gerynar says, "ah" | ||||
| Gerynar says, "nice" | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x anubis" | ||||
Floyd | Not a jackal or a jackal-headed man, after all, but something new, Floyd | combining and transcending the two forms. A god. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Ellison arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x ammit" | ||||
Floyd | A horrid mix of three vicious beasts, the bone devourer watches you Floyd | impatiently. She is slavering. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x coumns" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x columns" | ||||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Ellison has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||||
| Mick says (to Floyd), "x scale" | ||||
Floyd | Two large balance pans balance each other: one for the feather, one Floyd | for your heart. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x feather" | ||||
Floyd | The little white feather looks...very light. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x pans" | ||||
Floyd | Two large balance pans balance each other: one for the feather, one Floyd | for your heart. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have mastered the inanimate playthings of the gods...but here Floyd | among the living gods you are helpless. Before you can move, Anubis Floyd | reaches into you, reaches through you...back into your tomb, your Floyd | shrines, your coffins, your body! Floyd | Floyd | He grips your heart! You cannot move! Floyd | Floyd | Now he steps back, holding your heart, red and vital, in his hand. You Floyd | see it miss a beat in fear. Floyd | Floyd | Now he is placing it on a balance pan, opposite a diminutive feather. Floyd | Floyd | The balance is tilting...rocking...settling... Floyd | Floyd | Your heart just balances the feather! Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** Now you can rest *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, or QUIT? Floyd | > | Mick says, "I believe that means we won" | |||
| Gerynar says, "that was rude, stealling our heart" | ||||
| Mick says, "He's a god, he can do what he wants" | ||||
| Gerynar says, "yes, we weren't evil in life, so our heart balanced, and Ammit didn't eat us" | ||||
| Gerynar says, "no, he was an evil Gu'ald who ensleved ancinet humans to be his slaves" | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "quit" | ||||
Floyd | | ||||
| Floyd asks, "That game over already? It was just getting good. Wanna play another?" | Gerynar says, "good job, Mick" | |||
| Mick says, "Thank you, you too" | ||||
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