  
 
The idea behind ClubFloyd is that each week at a pre-arranged time, a group of people meet online to cooperatively play a game of interactive fiction. Below is a transcript of Death Off the Cuff, written by Simon Christiansen. Death Off the Cuff was originally released as part of the 2010 Interactive Fiction Competition, where it took fifth place. At the time of posting this transcript, the character of Saint Germain has been nominated for a Xyzzy for Best Individual PC, though the winner has not yet been announced. You can learn more about the game, including how to download it, by visiting the ifWiki.WARNING! Below you will find a transcript of people playing this game, and it goes without saying that the transcript is full of spoilers. So, if you've never played this game, and think you might like to at some point, I do not recommend reading any further. Instead, you might want to return to the interactive fiction page. |
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Floyd | "I assume you have gathered us here for a reason, Monsieur Saint Floyd | Germain?", says Shane Pearson. Floyd | Floyd | "Is it not obvious?" says the Doctor. "The detective has figured out Floyd | who killed the Colonel and intends to explain to us how he did it." Floyd | Floyd | You twirl your moustache. "The good Doctor is correct, Mademoiselle Floyd | Pearson. I have indeed solved the case. The murderer was clever, but Floyd | he proved no match for my gray matter." You tap a finger against the Floyd | side of your head to illustrate the point. Floyd | Floyd | They all stare at you expectantly, like children waiting to be told a Floyd | bedtime story. And who can blame them? You are, after all, Anthony Floyd | Saint Germain, the great French detective. No criminal has ever been a Floyd | match for you, and everybody is looking forward to a description of Floyd | your brilliant deductions. Floyd | Floyd | There is just one small problem. One tiny detail that makes it Floyd | different this time. A mere trifle, really. This time you have no idea Floyd | who did it. An entire day of investigation have turned up nothing. No Floyd | one even seems to have a damn motive. Floyd | Floyd | No matter. Most of the time when you do this the murderer breaks down Floyd | and confesses half way through your speech anyway. All you have to do Floyd | is stall and wait for the guilty party to slip up. People love talking Floyd | about themselves. If you wait long enough, they always end up Floyd | revealing something you can use. Floyd | Floyd | It is going to be fine. Floyd | Floyd | First time players should type ABOUT for some basic information about Floyd | the game. Floyd | Floyd | Death Off the Cuff Floyd | An Interactive Fiction by Simon Christiansen Floyd | Release 1 / Serial number 100926 / Inform 7 build 6E72 (I6/v6.31 lib Floyd | 6/12N) Floyd | Floyd | Hotel Lounge Floyd | The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A large couch stands near Floyd | one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an Floyd | old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old Floyd | grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to Floyd | the proceedings. Floyd | Floyd | James Garfield, the owner of Seafront Hotel, is standing by the clock, Floyd | watching you expectantly. Floyd | Floyd | Jonathan Allington stands next to Mr. Garfield, his employer. His face Floyd | reveals no emotions. Floyd | Floyd | Shane Pearson is sitting in the couch with her legs crossed. Floyd | Floyd | Doctor Elias Mole is sitting next to Shane in the couch, leaning Floyd | forward with an inquisitive look in his eyes. Floyd | Floyd | Count Heinrich Von Carstein is leaning backwards in the reclining Floyd | chair, sipping a glass of wine. Floyd | Floyd | Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist Floyd | you in arresting the murderer. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Um, ahem. Okay. That *is* it." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "And it's one minute 'til. I say we just run with this one." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I was thinking it'd be deathoffcuff or something." | ||||
| Jacqueline shrugs. | ||||
| dsimon asks, "Shall we 'about', or will that bring up a Floyd-bewildering menu?" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to dsimon), "It's worth a try." | ||||
| dsimon says, "Sure, worst that can happen I guess is we have to reset it" | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "about" | ||||
Floyd | "Death Off the Cuff" is a conversation based game where you need to Floyd | talk about various things to move the plot forward. This is Floyd | accomplished by typing "TALK ABOUT SOMETHING", or simply "T SOMETHING" Floyd | for convenience. "Something" can be anything you can see in the Floyd | environment. You will often have more than one thing to say about the Floyd | same object. Floyd | Floyd | You can only talk about visible objects, not just arbitrary topics. Floyd | Floyd | Occasionally, talking about something or someone will bring up a menu Floyd | with various options for what to say. If you don't like any of the Floyd | options, you can simply change the topic by talking about something Floyd | else instead. Floyd | Floyd | Talking doesn't solve every problem, though. You may also need to Floyd | physically interact with things and people to progress. Floyd | Floyd | Make sure you examine your surrounding regularly. You might notice new Floyd | things. Floyd | Floyd | If you get stuck, typing "HINT" or "HELP" will provide a hint on what Floyd | to do in the current situation. There is usually more than one hint Floyd | available for a given scene, so if the first one doesn't help the next Floyd | one might. Floyd | Floyd | Typing "WALKTHRU" will provide detailed instructions on how to finish Floyd | the game. Floyd | Floyd | Lastly, I would like thank my testers: Katzy, Brooks Reeves and John Floyd | Murphy. Floyd | Floyd | > | dsimon says, "Hm, alright" | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | You are as good looking as ever, but your confident demeanor hides a Floyd | gnawing uncertainty. Hopefully, no one will notice. You are wearing Floyd | your trademark black bowler hat, and your moustache is impeccably Floyd | groomed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | Your brain is all that you need. Floyd | Floyd | > | dsimon says, "Fair enough" | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t brain" | ||||
Floyd | That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the Floyd | moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | dsimon says, "Darn" | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t colonel" | ||||
Floyd | That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the Floyd | moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | dsimon says, "I guess it means it when it says we can only talk about visible things" | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t me" | ||||
Floyd | "The murderer was clever, but he was no match for the superior Floyd | intellect of Anthony Saint Germain." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t james" | ||||
Floyd | (James Garfield) Floyd | [1] Motive Floyd | [2] Alibi Floyd | [3] General comments Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "3" | ||||
Floyd | "Mr. Garfield did not seem to have any connection to the victim. He Floyd | had been running the hotel by himself since his wife died two years Floyd | ago. Before starting the hotel he was a lieutenant in the british Floyd | army. None of this information seemed to be of any use at first, but Floyd | my investigation was not over." Floyd | Floyd | [1] Motive Floyd | [2] Alibi Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Ok. Notes taken." | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "1" | ||||
Floyd | "I considered Monsieur Garfield. In the days before the murder several Floyd | witnesses overheard the two men furiously arguing. Monsieur Garfield Floyd | insists that the Colonel was simply impossible to please. I knew that Floyd | Mr. Garfield had often complained of the stress of running the hotel. Floyd | Was it possible that he had simply snapped during a later argument? It Floyd | seemed almost too simple." Floyd | Floyd | James sneers. "Of course it is. If you really think I would kill a man Floyd | over a simple disagreement then your reputation has been severely Floyd | exaggerated." Floyd | Floyd | You nod politely. "As part of my investigation, I consider every Floyd | option, Monsieur." Floyd | Floyd | [1] Alibi Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "1" | ||||
Floyd | "Mr. Garfields alibi seemed to exclude him from the list of possible Floyd | suspects. The Colonel's pocket watch had stopped at 02:30 when he was Floyd | stabbed. Doctor Mole confirmed the time of death. Floyd | Floyd | At 02:35 James Garfield was awoken by his employee, Mr. Allington, who Floyd | informed him that one of the guests had had a terrible nightmare and Floyd | had requested some medication to help her sleep. It is highly unlikely Floyd | that mister Garfield could have sprinted back to his room after Floyd | commiting the murder, washed off the blood, changed into his pajamas Floyd | and gotten into bed. No, if Mr. Garfield had commited the murder, the Floyd | Doctor was either wrong about the time of death, or Mr. Allington was Floyd | in on it." Floyd | Floyd | Jonathan Allington raises an eyebrow. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Hotel Lounge Floyd | The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A large couch stands near Floyd | one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an Floyd | old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old Floyd | grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to Floyd | the proceedings. Floyd | Floyd | James Garfield, the owner of Seafront Hotel, is standing by the clock, Floyd | watching you expectantly. Floyd | Floyd | Jonathan Allington stands next to Mr. Garfield, his employer. His face Floyd | reveals no emotions. Floyd | Floyd | Shane Pearson is sitting in the couch with her legs crossed. Floyd | Floyd | Doctor Elias Mole is sitting next to Shane in the couch, leaning Floyd | forward with an inquisitive look in his eyes. Floyd | Floyd | Count Heinrich Von Carstein is leaning backwards in the reclining Floyd | chair, sipping a glass of wine. Floyd | Floyd | Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist Floyd | you in arresting the murderer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t jon" | ||||
Floyd | That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the Floyd | moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t jonathan" | ||||
Floyd | [1] Motive Floyd | [2] Alibi Floyd | [3] General comments Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "3" | ||||
Floyd | "Jonathan Allington seemed like an inconspicuous waiter, but this did Floyd | not stop me from from considering him as a suspect. Servants are often Floyd | ignored, and savvy criminals have managed to exploit this fact." Floyd | Floyd | [1] Motive Floyd | [2] Alibi Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "1" | ||||
Floyd | "Monsieur Allington did not appear to have any motive for killing the Floyd | Colonel. However, I knew that the Colonel had frequently complained Floyd | about the hotel. Was it possible that the waiter might have taken that Floyd | personally? A petty reason for murder, to be sure, but I have learned Floyd | that human nature can be very petty indeed." Floyd | Floyd | [1] Alibi Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "1" | ||||
Floyd | "Several people saw Mr. Allington at the time when the murder was Floyd | commited. At around 02:30 he heard screaming from the room of Shane Floyd | Pearson and went to investigate. It turned out she was having a Floyd | nightmare. Afterwards, he went to his boss and told him what had Floyd | happened. Both people have confirmed this story." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t shane" | ||||
Floyd | [1] Motive Floyd | [2] Alibi Floyd | [3] General comments Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x james" | ||||
Floyd | (James Garfield) Floyd | His impeccable business suit stands in stark contrast to his unruly Floyd | hair and full beard. He seems perpetually stressed out from running Floyd | the hotel by himself, but things seem to have worked out for him so Floyd | far. The Seafront hotel has made itself a reputation as a place of Floyd | respite, and several important people go here to relax. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x jonathan" | ||||
Floyd | He is dressed in a tuxedo with a black bow tie. Unlike everyone else, Floyd | his face betrays no curiosity, nor any other feelings. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x shane" | ||||
Floyd | Shane Pearson is a tall slender woman with semi long blond hair that Floyd | just barely reaches her shoulders. Her book, How Blue Was the Sky, Floyd | recently hit the bestseller list. What she is doing in England is Floyd | anyones guess. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t shane" | ||||
Floyd | [1] Motive Floyd | [2] Alibi Floyd | [3] General comments Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "1" | ||||
Floyd | "Shane Pearson did not appear to have any motive for the crime, but Floyd | Monsieur Saint Germain is never deceived by appearances. She is a Floyd | writer, and a writer is always looking for new inspiration. Perhaps Floyd | she had decided to take her research a step too far." Floyd | Floyd | "I don't write crime novels," says Shane. "I always found the genre Floyd | rather tawdry." Floyd | Floyd | [1] Alibi Floyd | [2] General comments Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "2" | ||||
Floyd | "I investigated Mademoiselle Pearson. There did not seem to be Floyd | anything suspicious about her. She had recently achieved a minor hit Floyd | with her newest novel and had now gone to England on vacation. It Floyd | seemed highly unlikely that she could have known the victim." Floyd | Floyd | [1] Alibi Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "1" | ||||
Floyd | "At around 02:30 Mademoiselle Pearson was awoken by Jonathan Allington Floyd | who told her she had been screaming. Apparently, she had been having a Floyd | bad nightmare. There did not seem to be any way she could have been Floyd | the murderer, unless she was working with Jonathan." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | dsimon says, "Hm, want to find out more about that nightmare" | |||
| dsimon says, "Probably not that important at the moment, tho" | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Hotel Lounge Floyd | The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A large couch stands near Floyd | one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an Floyd | old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old Floyd | grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to Floyd | the proceedings. Floyd | Floyd | James Garfield, the owner of Seafront Hotel, is standing by the clock, Floyd | watching you expectantly. Floyd | Floyd | Jonathan Allington stands next to Mr. Garfield, his employer. His face Floyd | reveals no emotions. Floyd | Floyd | Shane Pearson is sitting in the couch with her legs crossed. Floyd | Floyd | Doctor Elias Mole is sitting next to Shane in the couch, leaning Floyd | forward with an inquisitive look in his eyes. Floyd | Floyd | Count Heinrich Von Carstein is leaning backwards in the reclining Floyd | chair, sipping a glass of wine. Floyd | Floyd | Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist Floyd | you in arresting the murderer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t doctor" | ||||
Floyd | [1] Motive Floyd | [2] Alibi Floyd | [3] General comments Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "3" | ||||
Floyd | "I turned my attention to the young Doctor. He was the one who had Floyd | examined John McClaren. According to his examinations, the poor Floyd | Colonel had been first sedated with laudanum in his wine, then stabbed Floyd | three times with a knife. All fingerprints had been wiped from the Floyd | knife after the grisly deed was done. His pocket watch had apparently Floyd | been struck by the knife and had stopped at exactly 02:30. The doctors Floyd | examinations confirmed that time of death could have occured at that Floyd | hour. The Doctor himself had no alibi for the time of the murder." Floyd | Floyd | [1] Motive Floyd | [2] Alibi Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "1" | ||||
Floyd | "The Doctor did not at first seem to be a likely suspect. He was Floyd | successful and had nothing to gain from the death of the Colonel." Floyd | Floyd | [1] Alibi Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "1" | ||||
Floyd | "The Doctor had no alibi for the time of the murder. If he was the Floyd | murderer, it would have been easy for him to simply estimate the time Floyd | of death to a time where he couldn't possible have been there." Floyd | Floyd | > | dsimon says, "Ah, but perhaps that's what he *wants* us to think, mwahah." | |||
| dsimon says, "Ahem" | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t count" | ||||
Floyd | [1] Motive Floyd | [2] Alibi Floyd | [3] General comments Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "3" | ||||
Floyd | "My inital investigations into the Count turned up little of interest. Floyd | He seemed to be simply a rich member of the German nobility who had Floyd | decided to take a vacation in england. However, sinister things are Floyd | often hidden behind a mask of innocence." Floyd | Floyd | [1] Motive Floyd | [2] Alibi Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline smiles. | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "1" | ||||
Floyd | "I could detect no conceivable reason why the Count might have wanted Floyd | to kill the Colonel. They had been observed talking together several Floyd | times, but their relationship seemed amicable." Floyd | Floyd | [1] Alibi Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "1" | ||||
Floyd | "The Count had no alibi for the time of the murder. He claimed to have Floyd | been fast asleep, but no one could confirm it. I kept him in mind as a Floyd | possible suspect, but I still needed a motive." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t detective" | ||||
Floyd | [1] Motive Floyd | [2] Alibi Floyd | [3] General comments Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "3" | ||||
Floyd | "Once the body had been discovered I phoned Scotland Yard and Floyd | Detective Goodfellow showed up immediately. Unfortunately, he was Floyd | unable to discover any clues to the identity of the murderer, leaving Floyd | it up to me to solve the crime, as usual." Floyd | Floyd | Detective Goodfellow seems almost tempted to defend himself, but in Floyd | the end he just shrugs and keeps quiet. The detectives of Scotland Floyd | Yard have learned to respect your superior intellect. Floyd | Floyd | [1] Motive Floyd | [2] Alibi Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "1" | ||||
Floyd | "It hardly seemed likely that detective Goodfellow had anything to do Floyd | with the murder, but I always consider every possibility, no matter Floyd | how unlikely." Floyd | Floyd | [1] Alibi Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "1" | ||||
Floyd | "The detective arrived after the murder was committed, so it did not Floyd | seem like he could have had anything to do with it." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Ellison arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | EmacsUser says, "Hi, Ellison." | |||
| dsimon says, "Okay, so we have a room full of people who have no reason to stab the colonel, and a very very stabbed colonel" | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x doctor" | ||||
Floyd | Doctor Elias Mole is a young handsome Doctor. Recently graduated from Floyd | medical school, he has just opened his own practice in London. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "heh" | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x bowler hat" | ||||
Floyd | You see nothing special about the bowler hat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x moustache" | ||||
Floyd | Your black moustache is impeccably groomed. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to dsimon), "I guess this is why the PC is confounded." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "t it" | ||||
Floyd | "I have always felt that the quality of a persons character can be Floyd | determined from how he takes care of his facial hair. I myself keep my Floyd | moustache impeccably groomed." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x count" | ||||
Floyd | The German Count seems to be in his early sixties. He is relaxing in Floyd | the reclining chair, sipping a glass of red wine, while watching the Floyd | proceedings with a slightly bored look. Both his hair and his beard Floyd | are almost entirely white. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x beard" | ||||
Floyd | (Heinrichs beard) Floyd | The Count is regularly scratching his beard, almost as if he wasn't Floyd | used to it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "t it" | ||||
Floyd | "I noticed the counts beard. He did not seem to be used to it, which Floyd | aroused my curiosity. A full beard takes a while to grow and the Count Floyd | claimed to have had it for years. Things did not add up." Floyd | Floyd | The Count sighs. "I figured we would get here sooner or later." His Floyd | German accent seems to have mysteriously disappeared. "It's obvious Floyd | that Mr. Germain has seen through my disguise. I might as well come Floyd | clean." Floyd | Floyd | With a single smooth movement of his hand, he removes the beard Floyd | revealing the face of a much younger man in his thirties. "My real Floyd | name is Sylvester Starfield. I am an investigative reporter with the Floyd | London Tribune, currently doing a series of articles on the actions of Floyd | the intelligence service during the war. After I realized that the Floyd | Colonel had been working for MI6 during the war, I disguised myself as Floyd | "Count von Carstein" and checked into the seafront hotel to get close Floyd | to him. I had nothing to do with the murder, though. I just wanted to Floyd | see if I could make him reveal some information." Floyd | Floyd | > | dsimon asks, "Qu'est-que wtf?" | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t sylvester" | ||||
Floyd | [1] Research Floyd | [2] Motive Floyd | [3] Accuse Sylvester Starfield Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "1" | ||||
Floyd | "After I learned that Mr. Starfield had been researching the Colonel, Floyd | I investigated his research. What I found put the case in a whole new Floyd | light." Floyd | Floyd | "I can imagine that it would," says Sylvester to your great relief. "I Floyd | discovered some pretty interesting things about the Colonel. He made Floyd | many enemies during the war, in particular a certain German agent who Floyd | swore revenge. Unfortunately, I was unable to discover the name of Floyd | this agent. He is also supposed to have sired an illegitimate child Floyd | which he subsequently abandoned." Floyd | Floyd | [1] Motive Floyd | [2] Accuse Sylvester Starfield Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "1" | ||||
Floyd | "After finding out the true identity of Sylvester Starfield, I Floyd | considered him a viable suspect. Here was a journalist looking for a Floyd | good story; what better way to get it than to make it himself? A lurid Floyd | murder would be bound to sell papers." Floyd | Floyd | "I resent that comment," says Sylvester. "As a journalist, I report Floyd | the news; I do not make them. And I am not a murderer." Floyd | Floyd | [1] Accuse Sylvester Starfield Floyd | Floyd | > | dsimon says, "Hm, let's make sure we have undo" | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Hotel Lounge Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | dsimon says, "Okay, good" | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t sylvester" | ||||
Floyd | [1] Motive Floyd | [2] Accuse Sylvester Starfield Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline clears the save counter. | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "2" | ||||
Floyd | "There was no doubt in my mind; Sylvester Starfield had killed the Floyd | Colonel to further his journalistic career. Detective, arrest the Floyd | murderer." Floyd | Floyd | "This is ridiculous," says Sylvester while being handcuffed. "I will Floyd | make sure this gets into all the papers. The people will know what a Floyd | hack you are." Floyd | Floyd | He does, but no one believes him. After all, who would doubt the word Floyd | of the worlds greatest detective? Even though Sylvester Starfield is Floyd | never convicted, his career is over, and a year later he is found Floyd | hanging from the roof of his flat. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have saved your reputation. *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the Floyd | last command? Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Hmm." | |||
| dsimon says, "Well huh" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Hotel Lounge Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "So, um, you saved your rep, but will live with the knowledge of knowing you were WRONG" | |||
| dsimon says, "Being the world's greatest detective is pretty handy" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Also, I cleared the save counter. To use it, just >PRESS SAVE" | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "And provoking a suicide." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "(Not to Floyd, just >PRESS SAVE)" | ||||
| dsimon says, "Hm" | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "Guess now is a good time." | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf1" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | dsimon asks, "I wonder if there's ever any particular reason not to talk about something?" | |||
| EmacsUser says, "I don't think we can tell at this point." | ||||
| DavidW says, "Not really. Talk about any topic you can see." | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x shane" | ||||
Floyd | Shane Pearson is a tall slender woman with semi long blond hair that Floyd | just barely reaches her shoulders. Her book, How Blue Was the Sky, Floyd | recently hit the bestseller list. What she is doing in England is Floyd | anyones guess. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t shane" | ||||
Floyd | You can't think of anything more to say. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "t hair" | ||||
Floyd | (Shanes hair) Floyd | "Mademoiselle Pearson's hair was blond. Perhaps a bit too blond." Floyd | Floyd | Shane rolls her eyes. "Ok, so I dye my hair. I am actually a brunette. Floyd | Is that really germane to the case?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t hair" | ||||
Floyd | (Shanes hair) Floyd | You can't think of anything to say. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Hotel Lounge Floyd | The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A large couch stands near Floyd | one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an Floyd | old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old Floyd | grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to Floyd | the proceedings. Floyd | Floyd | James Garfield, the owner of Seafront Hotel, is standing by the clock, Floyd | watching you expectantly. Floyd | Floyd | Jonathan Allington stands next to Mr. Garfield, his employer. His face Floyd | reveals no emotions. Floyd | Floyd | Shane Pearson is sitting in the couch with her legs crossed. Floyd | Floyd | Doctor Elias Mole is sitting next to Shane in the couch, leaning Floyd | forward with an inquisitive look in his eyes. Floyd | Floyd | Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the Floyd | reclining chair taking notes on a notepad. Floyd | Floyd | Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist Floyd | you in arresting the murderer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x notepad" | ||||
Floyd | Sylvester is taking notes on a small beige notepad. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t notepad" | ||||
Floyd | "As a Journalist, Mr. Starfield would of course be carrying a Floyd | notepad." Floyd | Floyd | "Of course," says Sylvester. "I need to make sure I get all the Floyd | details. This is going to make a great story." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | You can't think of anything to say. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "read notepad" | ||||
Floyd | Sylvester is taking notes on a small beige notepad. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x reclining chair" | ||||
Floyd | The backrest is no longer tilted back. Instead of a decadent Count, Floyd | the chair is now occupied by an inquisitive journalist. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x couch" | ||||
Floyd | A black leather couch. It looks pleasant enough, but you can't afford Floyd | to relax right now. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t couch" | ||||
Floyd | "I noticed that the lounge contained what seemed to be a very Floyd | expensive leather couch. The hotel appeared to be doing very well." Floyd | Floyd | "It is," says James. "I have managed to attract a very affluent Floyd | clientele." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x james" | ||||
Floyd | (James Garfield) Floyd | His impeccable business suit stands in stark contrast to his unruly Floyd | hair and full beard. He seems perpetually stressed out from running Floyd | the hotel by himself, but things seem to have worked out for him so Floyd | far. The Seafront hotel has made itself a reputation as a place of Floyd | respite, and several important people go here to relax. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x sui" | ||||
Floyd | That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the Floyd | moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x suit" | ||||
Floyd | A black pin striped business suit that fits him like a glove. There is Floyd | a bump in the right pocket of his pants. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x bump" | ||||
Floyd | James seems to be carrying something in the right pocket of his pants. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t bump" | ||||
Floyd | "I quickly noticed that Mr. Garfield seemed to be carrying something Floyd | in his pocket. Unusual, since you are not supposed to carry large Floyd | items in the pockets of a suit. It ruins the look." Floyd | Floyd | Mr. Garfield seems embarrassed. "Well, it seems you have discovered my Floyd | little secret, Mr. German." Floyd | Floyd | "Germain. And yes, I have. Perhaps you would like to show the others Floyd | what it is you are carrying, Monsieur Garfield?" Floyd | Floyd | "I suppose I might as well, since you have obviously figured it out Floyd | already." He puts his hand in his pocket and produces a gleaming 38 Floyd | revolver. Floyd | Floyd | > | dsimon says, "Huh..." | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x revolver" | ||||
Floyd | A 38 revolver. It seems to be loaded. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t revolver" | ||||
Floyd | "Based on the shape of the object in Mr. Garfields pocket, I quickly Floyd | deduced that he was carrying a firearm. This was an interesting fact. Floyd | Why would a peaceful hotel owner feel the need to be armed?" Floyd | Floyd | "You don't have to play with me any longer, Mr. Germain", says James. Floyd | "I was not always just a hotel owner. In fact, I changed my name after Floyd | the war to avoid my enemies. My original name was Brian Holmes. During Floyd | the war I worked for MI6 doing Special Ops behind enemy lines. The Floyd | Colonel was in my unit. When he was killed, I feared our enemies had Floyd | finally caught up with us. So, naturally, I armed myself." Floyd | Floyd | "I had reached a turning point in my investigation," you continue. Floyd | "Not only had the Colonel turned out to be a former secret agent, but Floyd | his colleague was even running the hotel. Mr. Starfields research Floyd | turned up several new avenues of investigation. It seemed likely that Floyd | the Colonel's past had finally caught up with him. Perhaps his German Floyd | nemesis had managed to track him down. Or maybe his illegitimate son Floyd | had decided to seek revenge for being abandoned. I continued my Floyd | investigations with renewed vigor." Floyd | Floyd | > | dsimon says, "Turning poing -> probably good place to save" | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "cf2" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Hotel Lounge Floyd | The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather Floyd | couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of Floyd | it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of Floyd | the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a Floyd | dignified air to the proceedings. Floyd | Floyd | Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock. Floyd | Floyd | Jonathan Allington stands next to Mr. Garfield, his employer. His face Floyd | reveals no emotions. Floyd | Floyd | Shane Pearson is sitting in the couch with her legs crossed. Floyd | Floyd | Doctor Elias Mole is sitting next to Shane in the couch, his arms Floyd | crossed in front of him. Floyd | Floyd | Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the Floyd | reclining chair taking notes on a notepad. Floyd | Floyd | Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist Floyd | you in arresting the murderer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x holmes" | ||||
Floyd | The man you used to know as James Garfield. He looks much the same as Floyd | he did before, but there is now a shrewd look in his eyes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t holmes" | ||||
Floyd | [1] War career Floyd | [2] Motive Floyd | [3] Accuse Brian Holmes Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "1" | ||||
Floyd | "Once I realized that Mr. Garfield was not who he seemed to be, I Floyd | quickly determined his true identity. The fact that he had worked with Floyd | the Colonel during the war changed everything. It now seemed likely Floyd | that the Colonel's untimely death was related to his clandestine Floyd | career." Floyd | Floyd | "How on earth did you discover these things?" says Brian. "Those Floyd | records are still classified." Floyd | Floyd | "I have my methods, Monsieur," you say, while tapping your finger Floyd | against the side of your head. "I observe everything, and what I Floyd | cannot observe I deduce. Please allow me to finish my account and Floyd | everything will soon become clear." Floyd | Floyd | Everyone will hopefully have forgotten about this by the time you are Floyd | done. Floyd | Floyd | [1] Motive Floyd | [2] Accuse Brian Holmes Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "ha" | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "1" | ||||
Floyd | "Discovering the true identity of Brian Holmes shed new light on his Floyd | possible motive. He had worked with the Colonel during the war. Was it Floyd | possible that there might have been some disagreement between them?" Floyd | Floyd | Brian is outraged. "This is ridiculous. John McClaren was like a Floyd | brother to me. Yes, we made enemies during the war, but we would both Floyd | have died for the other if necessary." Floyd | Floyd | [1] Accuse Brian Holmes Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t gun" | ||||
Floyd | That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the Floyd | moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | dsimon asks, "Where'd it go?" | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "t revolver" | ||||
Floyd | That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the Floyd | moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x revolver" | ||||
Floyd | That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the Floyd | moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x 38 revolver" | ||||
Floyd | You can't use multiple objects with that verb. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x bump" | ||||
Floyd | James seems to be carrying something in the right pocket of his pants. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Things come and go. You've already discussed it." | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "t clock" | ||||
Floyd | "The ticking of the clock helped stimulate my neurons. The lounge was Floyd | the ideal environment for doing my thinking." Floyd | Floyd | > | dsimon says, "Hm, that bump still being there is a minor bug" | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x clock" | ||||
Floyd | The clock is almost taller than you. An intricate system of brass and Floyd | steel wheels, and gears is visible through the glass case in the Floyd | front. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x gears" | ||||
Floyd | You don't know much about clocks, but it seems very sophisticated. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t gears" | ||||
Floyd | "Building a case is a lot like designing a clock. All the gears must Floyd | fit together." Floyd | Floyd | "What a nice simile," says Shane. "I must use that in one of my books Floyd | some day." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline waves and makes an isquiesque departure for home. | EmacsUser says, "Oh no." | |||
| dsimon asks, "Ack, was she doing the logging?" | ||||
| Limax asks, "She'll be back... is Perry still connected?" | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "Yes." | ||||
| Limax says, "He's the one doing the logging" | ||||
| DavidW says, "Perry does the logging, yes." | ||||
| dsimon says, "Okay, we can continue then" | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Hotel Lounge Floyd | The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather Floyd | couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of Floyd | it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of Floyd | the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a Floyd | dignified air to the proceedings. Floyd | Floyd | Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock. Floyd | Floyd | Jonathan Allington stands next to Mr. Garfield, his employer. His face Floyd | reveals no emotions. Floyd | Floyd | Shane Pearson is sitting in the couch with her legs crossed. Floyd | Floyd | Doctor Elias Mole is sitting next to Shane in the couch, his arms Floyd | crossed in front of him. Floyd | Floyd | Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the Floyd | reclining chair taking notes on a notepad. Floyd | Floyd | Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist Floyd | you in arresting the murderer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x jonathan" | ||||
Floyd | He is dressed in a tuxedo with a black bow tie. Unlike everyone else, Floyd | his face betrays no curiosity, nor any other feelings. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t face" | ||||
Floyd | You can't think of anything to say. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t tuxedo" | ||||
Floyd | "I had noticed that Mr. Allington was wearing a brand new tuxedo. Floyd | Almost as if he was trying to make an impression on someone..." Floyd | Floyd | Jonathan interrupts you. "Of course I am trying to make a good Floyd | impression. I just got this job two weeks ago, and you never get a Floyd | second chance to make a first impression." Floyd | Floyd | You raise your finger. "That's what I thought, Monsieur. Once I Floyd | realized that Jonathan had only worked at the hotel for a short time I Floyd | started thinking. Was it possible that he had taken the job to be Floyd | close to the victim?" Floyd | Floyd | There is no reaction from Jonathan this time. Too bad, you had hoped Floyd | you could provoke him into revealing some more information. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "t bow tie" | ||||
Floyd | "Jonathans bow tie was perfectly tied. He clearly had a lot of Floyd | experience with formal clothing." Floyd | Floyd | "Of course," says Jonathan. "I have been working at many fine hotels. Floyd | It becomes routine after a while." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x doctor" | ||||
Floyd | Doctor Elias Mole is a young handsome Doctor. Recently graduated from Floyd | medical school, he has just opened his own practice in London. He is Floyd | wearing a light blue buttons-up shirt and a pair of dark jeans. Now Floyd | that he is no longer leaning forward, you notice a paperback lying in Floyd | his lap. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x paperback" | ||||
Floyd | How Blue Was the Sky by Shane Pearson. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t paperback" | ||||
Floyd | "I noticed that the Doctor was reading a book by Shane Pearson. Was he Floyd | simply an ordinary fan or was there a connection between them?" Floyd | Floyd | The Doctor nods enthusiastically. "I am a huge fan of Mrs. Pearson. Floyd | How Blue was The Sky is one of the most moving books I have ever Floyd | read." Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Aha." | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | You can't think of anything to say. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x shirt" | ||||
Floyd | A light blue casual shirt. Your sharp eyes notice the remnants of a Floyd | small stain. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x stain" | ||||
Floyd | It seems like someone has attempted to remove a stain from the shirt, Floyd | with only partial success. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t stain" | ||||
Floyd | "A new breakthrough occurred when I noticed the stain on Doctor Moles Floyd | shirt." Floyd | Floyd | Everyone looks at the Doctor. Floyd | Floyd | "I ... Um... Have no idea what you are talking about," he says. Floyd | Floyd | "It is no use denying it Doctor," you continue. "An ordinary person Floyd | would no doubt have missed it, but I see everything. You have clearly Floyd | attempted to remove a stain from your shirt quite recently." Floyd | Floyd | "You are right," he says. "I did, in fact, get a bloodstain on my Floyd | shirt when examining the Colonel. This is my favorite shirt, so i Floyd | cleaned it very thoroughly. I didn't realize the stain was still Floyd | visible." Floyd | Floyd | The Doctor starts wringing his hands, his eyes darting from side to Floyd | side. "It's obvious that you know everything, Mr. Germain. Oh my god, Floyd | what have I done. What was I thinking?" Floyd | Floyd | He puts his face in his hands and begins sobbing uncontrollably. Floyd | Floyd | > | dsimon says, "Hehe" | |||
| EmacsUser says, "I wonder what our face looks like right now." | ||||
| dsimon says, "Man, sounding confident is *everything*" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "t doctor" | ||||
Floyd | [1] Accuse Doctor Mole Floyd | [2] Provoke him Floyd | Floyd | > | dsimon says, "I'm sure I know what it looks like: we have one eyebrow raised knowingly, and a stern look passing through our eyes" | |||
| Limax asks, "Can you do an 'x me'?" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | You are as good looking as ever, but your confident demeanor hides a Floyd | gnawing uncertainty. Hopefully, no one will notice. You are wearing Floyd | your trademark black bowler hat, and your moustache is impeccably Floyd | groomed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "2" | ||||
Floyd | "The Doctor was not a hardened criminal. I knew he would most likely Floyd | break down as soon as he realized I was on to him. My prediction has Floyd | proved true." Floyd | Floyd | The Doctor keeps sobbing. Floyd | Floyd | "Allow me to explain how I deduced that the Doctor had to be involved Floyd | with the murder..." Floyd | Floyd | There is still no response from the Doctor. Dammit. If only you could Floyd | make him snap out of it somehow. Floyd | Floyd | [1] Accuse Doctor Mole Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Limax arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "kick doctor" | ||||
Floyd | I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "nudge doctor with elbow" | ||||
Floyd | You don't always need to specify what you're doing something with. Floyd | Floyd | (retrying as if you'd typed "nudge doctor .") Floyd | I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "take paperback" | ||||
Floyd | The Doctor seems very fond of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "wink knowingly at doctor" | ||||
Floyd | A lot of words like prepositions and adverbs are not necessary in Floyd | interactive fiction. Floyd | Floyd | (retrying as if you'd typed "wink at doctor.") Floyd | I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | dsimon says, "Hmm" | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x doctor" | ||||
Floyd | He has broken down completely. You are not getting anything more out Floyd | of him unless you can get him to snap out of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x shane" | ||||
Floyd | Shane Pearson is a tall slender woman with semi long blond hair that Floyd | just barely reaches her shoulders. Her book, How Blue Was the Sky, Floyd | recently hit the bestseller list. What she is doing in England is Floyd | anyones guess. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t how blue was the sky" | ||||
Floyd | You can't ask direct questions to the game. Type a verb - noun command Floyd | like EXAMINE ELIAS MOLE to interact with the story world. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t paperback" | ||||
Floyd | "I now knew that Doctor Mole was a fan of Shane Pearson. This put the Floyd | case in a whole new light." Floyd | Floyd | Doctor Mole keeps sobbing in his hands. He doesn't seem to have heard Floyd | what you said at all. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t shane" | ||||
Floyd | You can't think of anything more to say. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Hotel Lounge Floyd | The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather Floyd | couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of Floyd | it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of Floyd | the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a Floyd | dignified air to the proceedings. Floyd | Floyd | Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock. Floyd | Floyd | Jonathan Allington stands next to his employer, wearing his brand new Floyd | tuxedo. His face reveals no emotions. Floyd | Floyd | Shane Pearson is sitting in the couch with her legs crossed. Floyd | Floyd | Doctor Mole is sobbing hysterically with his face in his hands. Floyd | Floyd | Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the Floyd | reclining chair taking notes on a notepad. Floyd | Floyd | Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist Floyd | you in arresting the murderer. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "You were given an option of [1] Accuse Doctor" | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf3" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | dsimon says, "Last time we accused someone it ended the game" | |||
| dsimon says, "Still, worth a shot" | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "1" | ||||
Floyd | I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Might as well try it." | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t doctor" | ||||
Floyd | [1] Accuse Doctor Mole Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "1" | ||||
Floyd | "I knew the Doctor was not a hardened murderer. Once he realized I Floyd | knew everything, he would no doubt break down and confess. As you can Floyd | all plainly see, my predictions proved true. Detective, take him Floyd | away." Floyd | Floyd | As the Doctor is handcuffed, he looks at you with uncomprehending Floyd | eyes. "Wait... No... That's not what I meant. I am not a murderer." Floyd | Floyd | You send him a comforting smile. "It's okay, Doctor. It's all over Floyd | now. A physical prison will no doubt be an improvement on the prison Floyd | of guilt you had build for yourself." Floyd | Floyd | There is no real evidence, so the Doctor is soon released. Everyone Floyd | believes he is guilty, though. After all, who would doubt the word of Floyd | the worlds greatest detective? His career is ruined, and a year later Floyd | he is found hanging from the roof of his house. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have saved your reputation *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the Floyd | last command? Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Hotel Lounge Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | dsimon says, "Je n'accuse pas" | |||
| Limax says, "Ah, okay" | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Hotel Lounge Floyd | The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather Floyd | couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of Floyd | it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of Floyd | the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a Floyd | dignified air to the proceedings. Floyd | Floyd | Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock. Floyd | Floyd | Jonathan Allington stands next to his employer, wearing his brand new Floyd | tuxedo. His face reveals no emotions. Floyd | Floyd | Shane Pearson is sitting in the couch with her legs crossed. Floyd | Floyd | Doctor Mole is sobbing hysterically with his face in his hands. Floyd | Floyd | Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the Floyd | reclining chair taking notes on a notepad. Floyd | Floyd | Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist Floyd | you in arresting the murderer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x detective" | ||||
Floyd | Detective Goodfellow is a tall, broad man well equipped for the job of Floyd | apprehending criminals. If only he knew how to find them as well, he Floyd | might be a pretty good detective. You haven't worked with him before, Floyd | but he seems like a decent bloke. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t brian" | ||||
Floyd | [1] Accuse Brian Holmes Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t legs" | ||||
Floyd | "I noticed Shane Pearson's long beautiful legs." Floyd | Floyd | "Because you are a dirty old man?" says Shane with a raised eyebrow. Floyd | Floyd | "Uh... No, because of the case. I am getting to that." Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hee" | |||
| dsimon says, "Heh" | ||||
| Limax says, "Ha ha" | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "ha." | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t table" | ||||
Floyd | "I couldn't help but notice that no one seemed to be using the couch Floyd | table." Floyd | Floyd | This provokes no response from your audience. Perhaps you should try Floyd | talking about some more personal objects. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x jonathan" | ||||
Floyd | He is dressed in a tuxedo with a black bow tie. Unlike everyone else, Floyd | his face betrays no curiosity, nor any other feelings. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x sylvester" | ||||
Floyd | The old German Count has been replaced by a young man in his thirties. Floyd | The bored look is gone from his face; he now seems keenly interested Floyd | in the proceedings. His hair is still white, but it has probably been Floyd | dyed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t hair" | ||||
Floyd | (Heinrichs hair) Floyd | "Mr. Starfields hair color was, of course, as fake as his beard." Floyd | Floyd | "Yeah," says Sylvester. "I dyed it to match the beard. I am afraid I Floyd | can't just pull it off. You are gonna have to deal with it until the Floyd | color washes out." Floyd | Floyd | > | dsimon says, "Hm, may just need to examine everyone again" | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Hotel Lounge Floyd | The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather Floyd | couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of Floyd | it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of Floyd | the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a Floyd | dignified air to the proceedings. Floyd | Floyd | Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock. Floyd | Floyd | Jonathan Allington stands next to his employer, wearing his brand new Floyd | tuxedo. His face reveals no emotions. Floyd | Floyd | Shane Pearson is sitting in the couch with her legs crossed. Floyd | Floyd | Doctor Mole is sobbing hysterically with his face in his hands. Floyd | Floyd | Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the Floyd | reclining chair taking notes on a notepad. Floyd | Floyd | Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist Floyd | you in arresting the murderer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x brian" | ||||
Floyd | The man you used to know as James Garfield. He looks much the same as Floyd | he did before, but there is now a shrewd look in his eyes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x jonathan" | ||||
Floyd | He is dressed in a tuxedo with a black bow tie. Unlike everyone else, Floyd | his face betrays no curiosity, nor any other feelings. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x shane" | ||||
Floyd | Shane Pearson is a tall slender woman with semi long blond hair that Floyd | just barely reaches her shoulders. Her book, How Blue Was the Sky, Floyd | recently hit the bestseller list. What she is doing in England is Floyd | anyones guess. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x doctor" | ||||
Floyd | He has broken down completely. You are not getting anything more out Floyd | of him unless you can get him to snap out of it. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "hm. Actually, I think we need to do a physical action for once." | |||
| dsimon asks, "To snap doctor out of it?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "yes" | ||||
| dsimon says, "Oh, i know what's apropos" | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "slap doctor" | ||||
Floyd | You slap him hard across the face. "Snap out of it, Doctor. We need Floyd | you." Floyd | Floyd | The Doctor blinks, as if he had just woken up from a bad dream. Floyd | "Right... I am sorry. It's obvious that you have found me out, Floyd | Monsieur Germain," he sighs. "I covered for Mrs. Pearson because I Floyd | couldn't bear the thought that her talent would waste away in jail." Floyd | Floyd | "I know," you say. "You'll better tell the whole story, Doctor. For Floyd | your own sake." Floyd | Floyd | He nods. "At midnight I was awoken by a noise in the hallway. When I Floyd | peered out I saw Mrs. Pearson running down the hallway as if the devil Floyd | himself was chasing her. I went downstairs to see what she might have Floyd | been running from, and a terrible sight awaited me. The Colonel was Floyd | lying on the floor with a bloody knife planted in his chest. Perhaps Floyd | my mind was still clouded from tiredness, but I decided to cover for Floyd | her. I wiped all the fingerprints off the knife, and when I was later Floyd | made to examine the body I lied and said that he had been sedated with Floyd | opium. I figured that would throw the police off the tracks." Floyd | Floyd | You nod. "I had quickly deduced that the opium story made no sense. Floyd | Why would anyone sedate someone only to stab him right afterwards? Floyd | Once I realised this, I knew that the Doctor had lied." Floyd | Floyd | "I suppose you have already figured out the rest," says the Doctor. Floyd | "The drug in the Colonel's body was not opium. It was cyanide. The Floyd | poison would have killed him anyway, even without the knife." Floyd | Floyd | "Indeed, and that realisation changed everything. If the Colonel had Floyd | been poisoned with a lethal poison, then the stabbing was clearly a Floyd | red herring. But how? And why?" Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax asks, "A slap?" | |||
| DavidW says, "yup" | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t doctor" | ||||
Floyd | You can't think of anything more to say. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x doctor" | ||||
Floyd | Calm and composed. He is sitting upright in the couch paying keen Floyd | attention to the events around him. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x shane" | ||||
Floyd | The usually confident and extroverted writer is now looking like a Floyd | deer caught in the headlights. She is currently resting her head in Floyd | her hands, watching you with intense curiosity. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t shane" | ||||
Floyd | [1] Accuse Shane Pearson Floyd | [2] Alibi Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "2" | ||||
Floyd | "The case was starting to unravel. The Doctor had seen Shane Pearson Floyd | run from the scene of the crime around the time of the murder. Floyd | However, Mr. Allington claimed that Mrs. Pearson was fast asleep at Floyd | that time." Floyd | Floyd | "Just stop, Monsieur Germain," says Shane Pearson. "You don't have to Floyd | say any more. It was foolish of me to try to hide the truth in the Floyd | first place. I should have known that no one can hide anything from Floyd | you. Floyd | Floyd | I did go down to the library at around midnight because I couldn't Floyd | sleep. All of sudden the Colonel came running towards me from behind Floyd | one of the shelves. I grapped a knife from one of the tables and held Floyd | it in front of me, telling him to keep away. He just kept coming until Floyd | he impaled himself on the knife and fell to the ground. It was Floyd | horrible. I panicked and ran back to my bedroom. Some time later, I Floyd | was awoken by Jonathan who told me I had been having a nightmare. Floyd | Luckily, time of death was for some reason estimated to the time Floyd | Jonathan woke me up so I had an alibi. I know I should have come clean Floyd | sooner, but I just wasn't thinking straight." Floyd | Floyd | [1] Accuse Shane Pearson Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "I was suggesting... but it had already been done. :)" | |||
| dsimon says, "Heh, reminds me of that line from Chicago" | ||||
| dsimon says, "'He ran into my knife. He ran into my knife twelve times.'" | ||||
| Limax says, "Hee hee" | ||||
| dsimon says, "Anyways, since there's three stab wounds, story doesn't hold up..." | ||||
| DavidW says, "Keep searching for clues." | ||||
| dsimon asks, "Er, there are three, right?" | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x shane" | ||||
Floyd | The usually confident and extroverted writer is now looking like a Floyd | deer caught in the headlights. She is currently resting her head in Floyd | her hands, watching you with intense curiosity. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x doctor" | ||||
Floyd | Calm and composed. He is sitting upright in the couch paying keen Floyd | attention to the events around him. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says (to dsimon), "Yep." | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x knife" | ||||
Floyd | That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the Floyd | moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t shane" | ||||
Floyd | [1] Accuse Shane Pearson Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t doctor" | ||||
Floyd | You can't think of anything more to say. Floyd | Floyd | > | dsimon says, "Hm" | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Hotel Lounge Floyd | The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather Floyd | couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of Floyd | it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of Floyd | the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a Floyd | dignified air to the proceedings. Floyd | Floyd | Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock. Floyd | Floyd | Jonathan Allington stands next to his employer, wearing his brand new Floyd | tuxedo. His face reveals no emotions. Floyd | Floyd | Shane Pearson is looking nervous. Floyd | Floyd | Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting Floyd | upright in the couch. Floyd | Floyd | Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the Floyd | reclining chair taking notes on a notepad. Floyd | Floyd | Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist Floyd | you in arresting the murderer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x table" | ||||
Floyd | The table is made of dark red mahogany. It looks expensive, but no one Floyd | is using it at the moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x couch" | ||||
Floyd | A black leather couch. It looks pleasant enough, but you can't afford Floyd | to relax right now. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x paperback" | ||||
Floyd | How Blue Was the Sky by Shane Pearson. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t it" | ||||
Floyd | You can't think of anything to say. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "I think one of the people's descriptions has changed." | |||
| dsimon says, "Hmmm" | ||||
| Limax asks, "Who did Shane mention in her story?" | ||||
| dsimon says, "Both shane and the doctor are different..." | ||||
| EmacsUser asks (of Limax), "Which part of it?" | ||||
| dsimon says, "Oh, jonathan" | ||||
| Limax says, "The part about the nightmare" | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t jonathan" | ||||
Floyd | [1] Motive Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "1" | ||||
Floyd | "Monsieur Allington had started working at the hotel mere weeks before Floyd | the murder. This seemed too unlikely to be a coincidence. Was it Floyd | possible that he had taken the job to get closer to the victim?" Floyd | Floyd | "Absurd," says Jonathan. "I took the job because I needed work and Floyd | this place was highly recommended. That's all there is to it." Floyd | Floyd | But there is a hint of fear in his voice. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x jonathan" | ||||
Floyd | He is standing with his hands behind his back, dressed in a tuxedo Floyd | with a black bow tie. Unlike everyone else, his face betrays no Floyd | curiosity, nor any other feelings. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Jonathan." | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t jonathan" | ||||
Floyd | You can't think of anything more to say. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t shane" | ||||
Floyd | [1] Accuse Shane Pearson Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t doctor" | ||||
Floyd | You can't think of anything more to say. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x jonathan" | ||||
Floyd | He is standing with his hands behind his back, dressed in a tuxedo Floyd | with a black bow tie. Unlike everyone else, his face betrays no Floyd | curiosity, nor any other feelings. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Timing." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hands" | ||||
Floyd | (Jonathans hands) Floyd | You notice several small wounds where the skin has been scraped off, Floyd | as if he had been scrubbing his hands too hard. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Let's see... there's also the detective and the secret agent" | |||
| EmacsUser says, "Hmm. I wonder why it clipped the apostrophe." | ||||
| dsimon asks, "DavidW, how did you know to examine hands?" | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "There was a hint." | ||||
| DavidW says, "He's hiding them behind his back." | ||||
| dsimon says, "I must've missed it" | ||||
| dsimon asks, "Ah, that's the hint?" | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "Yeah." | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t hands" | ||||
Floyd | (Jonathans hands) Floyd | "Jonathan would often stand with his hands behind his back. I wondered Floyd | if he was trying to hide something." Floyd | Floyd | "I have no idea what you are talking about," says Jonathan. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t hands" | ||||
Floyd | (Jonathans hands) Floyd | You can't think of anything to say. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "take hands" | ||||
Floyd | (Jonathans hands) Floyd | Jonathan would probably not appreciate it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "pull hands" | ||||
Floyd | (Jonathans hands) Floyd | Jonathan would probably not appreciate it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x hands" | ||||
Floyd | (Jonathans hands) Floyd | You notice several small wounds where the skin has been scraped off, Floyd | as if he had been scrubbing his hands too hard. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x wounds" | ||||
Floyd | He seems to have been scrubbing his hands way too hard. They look like Floyd | they have been bleeding recently. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "t wounds" | ||||
Floyd | "I noticed that Mr. Allington's hands were bruised, as if he had been Floyd | scrubbing too hard or too long. What might he have been trying to Floyd | hide?" Floyd | Floyd | Jonathan seems uncomfortable. "Sir, as a waiter I need to keep my Floyd | hands impeccably clean. I may have overdone it this time, but that is Floyd | not a crime." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t wounds" | ||||
Floyd | You can't think of anything to say. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Aw... he wont' hold hands" | |||
| Tale arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | EmacsUser says, "Hi, Tale." | |||
| Tale says, "Hello, clueless Clubbers." | ||||
| dsimon exclaims, "Hi, Dr. Tale!" | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "Not completely clueless. We're getting there." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bleeding" | ||||
Floyd | That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the Floyd | moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "I have no clues, just suppositions" | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "I have no suppositions, just random guesses" | ||||
Floyd | You typed a rather long command and I didn't understand it. It's Floyd | better to stick to simpler things like TAKE JAMES BEARD. Floyd | Floyd | > | dsimon says, "I have no suppositions, just random guesses" | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x hands" | ||||
Floyd | (Jonathans hands) Floyd | You notice several small wounds where the skin has been scraped off, Floyd | as if he had been scrubbing his hands too hard. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x skin" | ||||
Floyd | He seems to have been scrubbing his hands way too hard. They look like Floyd | they have been bleeding recently. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t skin" | ||||
Floyd | You can't think of anything to say. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "t blood" | ||||
Floyd | That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the Floyd | moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Hotel Lounge Floyd | The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather Floyd | couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of Floyd | it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of Floyd | the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a Floyd | dignified air to the proceedings. Floyd | Floyd | Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock. Floyd | Floyd | Jonathan Allington stands next to his employer, wearing his brand new Floyd | tuxedo. His face reveals no emotions. Floyd | Floyd | Shane Pearson is looking nervous. Floyd | Floyd | Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting Floyd | upright in the couch. Floyd | Floyd | Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the Floyd | reclining chair taking notes on a notepad. Floyd | Floyd | Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist Floyd | you in arresting the murderer. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax asks, "Can we t johnathan again and see if there's any other optoins now?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x tuxedo" | ||||
Floyd | The tuxedo is spotless. It seems brand new. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t jonathan" | ||||
Floyd | You can't think of anything more to say. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "t tuxedo" | ||||
Floyd | You can't think of anything to say. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t shane" | ||||
Floyd | [1] Accuse Shane Pearson Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax asks, "What about the journalist?" | |||
| Limax says, "(Just curious)" | ||||
| dsimon says, "So the last thing we figured out was that jonathan was the one who "woke" shane" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "t Sylvester" | ||||
Floyd | [1] Motive Floyd | [2] Accuse Sylvester Starfield Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "1" | ||||
Floyd | "After finding out the true identity of Sylvester Starfield, I Floyd | considered him a viable suspect. Here was a journalist looking for a Floyd | good story; what better way to get it than to make it himself? A lurid Floyd | murder would be bound to sell papers." Floyd | Floyd | "I resent that comment," says Sylvester. "As a journalist, I report Floyd | the news; I do not make them. And I am not a murderer." Floyd | Floyd | [1] Accuse Sylvester Starfield Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "1" | ||||
Floyd | "There was no doubt in my mind; Sylvester Starfield had killed the Floyd | Colonel to further his journalistic career. Detective, arrest the Floyd | murderer." Floyd | Floyd | "This is ridiculous," says Sylvester while being handcuffed. "I will Floyd | make sure this gets into all the papers. The people will know what a Floyd | hack you are." Floyd | Floyd | He does, but no one believes him. After all, who would doubt the word Floyd | of the worlds greatest detective? Even though Sylvester Starfield is Floyd | never convicted, his career is over, and a year later he is found Floyd | hanging from the roof of his flat. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have saved your reputation. *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the Floyd | last command? Floyd | > | dsimon says, "Whoops, sorry" | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Hotel Lounge Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Touchy says, "wow. I took a lot longer for this one." | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf4" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x Goodfellow" | ||||
Floyd | Detective Goodfellow is a tall, broad man well equipped for the job of Floyd | apprehending criminals. If only he knew how to find them as well, he Floyd | might be a pretty good detective. You haven't worked with him before, Floyd | but he seems like a decent bloke. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Thank goodness for 'undo'" | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "t notes" | ||||
Floyd | That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the Floyd | moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t doctor" | ||||
Floyd | You can't think of anything more to say. Floyd | Floyd | > | dsimon says, "The doctor created the alibi for shane because he's a fan" | |||
| EmacsUser says, "Hmm, just to see..." | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "think" | ||||
Floyd | You have thought about the case all day with no results. Your last Floyd | hope is that you can make the murderer reveal him or herself during Floyd | your closing monologue. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "xyzzy" | ||||
Floyd | You don't need magic to solve the case; only logic. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x holmes" | ||||
Floyd | The man you used to know as James Garfield. He looks much the same as Floyd | he did before, but there is now a shrewd look in his eyes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x eyes" | ||||
Floyd | That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the Floyd | moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t shrewd look" | ||||
Floyd | That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the Floyd | moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x shane" | ||||
Floyd | The usually confident and extroverted writer is now looking like a Floyd | deer caught in the headlights. She is currently resting her head in Floyd | her hands, watching you with intense curiosity. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Hotel Lounge Floyd | The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather Floyd | couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of Floyd | it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of Floyd | the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a Floyd | dignified air to the proceedings. Floyd | Floyd | Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock. Floyd | Floyd | Jonathan Allington stands next to his employer, wearing his brand new Floyd | tuxedo. His face reveals no emotions. Floyd | Floyd | Shane Pearson is looking nervous. Floyd | Floyd | Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting Floyd | upright in the couch. Floyd | Floyd | Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the Floyd | reclining chair taking notes on a notepad. Floyd | Floyd | Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist Floyd | you in arresting the murderer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x hands" | ||||
Floyd | (Shanes hands) Floyd | You notice a light band around her ring finger. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t band" | ||||
Floyd | "It was then that I noticed something peculiar about Mrs. Pearson's Floyd | hands. It looked like she had been wearing a ring, which she had Floyd | subsequently taken off. People do not usually take off their Floyd | engagement rings, so why would she do that?" Floyd | Floyd | "Nothing escapes your attention does it, Monsieur Germain?" says Floyd | Shane. "I suppose I might as well admit that I am engaged to Floyd | Jonathan." Floyd | Floyd | Jonathan nods. "We have been together for three months. We had hoped Floyd | to keep our relationship private until we got married, but that idea Floyd | doesn't seem realistic any more." Floyd | Floyd | "It is obvious that you have figured it out, Mr. Germain," says Floyd | Jonathan. "I tried to help my fiancee by giving her an alibi. It was Floyd | foolish thing to do. At around midnight, I heard Shane walk down the Floyd | stairs and followed her down to the library where I saw what happened. Floyd | She was clearly blameless - the Colonel had attacked her - but I Floyd | couldn't take the chance that the police might not believe her. I Floyd | found the Colonel's watch in his pocket and set it to 02:30. Then I Floyd | took the knife and stabbed him several times myself, making sure I hit Floyd | the watch so it would stop. I felt dirty afterwards, so I scrubbed my Floyd | hands until they started bleeding. Afterwards, I made sure Shane would Floyd | have an alibi for 02:30 AM by waking her up by then and then telling Floyd | James about it. I made sure to make a lot of noise so plenty of people Floyd | would hear me." Floyd | Floyd | "Oh, Darling," says Shane. "You shouldn't have done that." Floyd | Floyd | "My love, I would do anything to prevent you from going to jail. Floyd | Unfortunately, Mr. Germain saw right through me." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf5" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | dsimon says, "What a helpful guy" | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x jonathan" | ||||
Floyd | His emotionless facade has dropped and he is now looking tenderly at Floyd | Shane. His nose squats from his face like a beak. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t jonathan" | ||||
Floyd | [1] Accuse Jonathan Floyd | [2] Alibi Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "2" | ||||
Floyd | "Figuring out that the time of death had been faked changed Floyd | everything. It now seemed like no one had an alibi for the actual time Floyd | of the murder. I knew who had stabbed the Colonel, but that had been a Floyd | red herring all along. The true murderer was the one who had given him Floyd | the cyanide. But it seemed like anyone could have done that." Floyd | Floyd | [1] Accuse Jonathan Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "But we still don't know where the poison came from." | |||
| Limax says, "Dang. I missed a bunch going out for the newspaper" | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t nose" | ||||
Floyd | "Monsieur Allington's long nose drew my attention." Floyd | Floyd | Sylvester gasps. "Of course. It looks just like the Colonel's. I can't Floyd | believe I never noticed that before." Floyd | Floyd | "Ok, I confess," says Jonathan. "I am the Colonel's illegitimate son Floyd | from the war. When I finally managed to track down my father, I took a Floyd | job here to get to know him before confronting him. But I swear I Floyd | didn't kill him. I just wanted to meet him." Floyd | Floyd | > | dsimon says, "Hehehe" | |||
| Limax says, "Hmm" | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x sylvester" | ||||
Floyd | The old German Count has been replaced by a young man in his thirties. Floyd | The bored look is gone from his face; he now seems keenly interested Floyd | in the proceedings. His hair is still white, but it has probably been Floyd | dyed. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Something like this would be a lot of fun to write." | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x jonathan" | ||||
Floyd | His emotionless facade has dropped and he is now looking tenderly at Floyd | Shane. His nose squats from his face like a beak. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t jonathan" | ||||
Floyd | [1] Accuse Jonathan Floyd | [2] Motive Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "2" | ||||
Floyd | "It was now clear that Jonathan had a motive for the murder. His Floyd | father had abandoned him. Was it possible that his anger could have Floyd | driven him to murder? Or perhaps he expected to inherit the Colonel's Floyd | estate after revealing his true identity?" Floyd | Floyd | "Never," says Jonathan. "I did not hate my father. I understand why he Floyd | couldn't stay; I just wanted to meet him." Floyd | Floyd | [1] Accuse Jonathan Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf6" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Again, just to see..." | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "1" | ||||
Floyd | "After figuring out that Jonathan was the illegitimate son of the Floyd | Colonel, everything became clear. His anger over being abandoned had Floyd | driven him to murder. He had poisoned his father with cyanide, then Floyd | intefered with the evidence to cover his tracks. Detective, arrest the Floyd | murderer." Floyd | Floyd | "This is outrageous," says Jonathan while being handcuffed. "Why would Floyd | I want to kill my father? I just wanted to meet him." Floyd | Floyd | You shrug. "I have better things to do than try to understand the Floyd | motives of a homicidal maniac. Take him away." Floyd | Floyd | Jonathan serves a short sentence for intefering with the Floyd | investigation, but there is not enough evidence to convict him for the Floyd | murder. Everyone believes he is guilty, though. After all, who would Floyd | doubt the word of the worlds greatest detective? His career is ruined Floyd | and a year later he is found hanging from the roof of his apartment. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have saved your reputation. *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the Floyd | last command? Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Hotel Lounge Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | dsimon says, "Rope salesmen make a lot of money in this town" | |||
| Limax says, "Ha ha" | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Hotel Lounge Floyd | The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather Floyd | couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of Floyd | it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of Floyd | the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a Floyd | dignified air to the proceedings. Floyd | Floyd | Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock. Floyd | Floyd | Jonathan Allington, the illegitimate son of Colonel McClaren, is Floyd | standing by the wall, his long nose proudly protruding from his face. Floyd | Floyd | Shane Pearson is relaxing in the couch. Floyd | Floyd | Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting Floyd | upright in the couch. Floyd | Floyd | Sylvester Starfield is staring at Jonathan, while scribbling furiously Floyd | on a notepad. Floyd | Floyd | Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, wearing the uniform of Floyd | Scotland Yard. He seems to be getting impatient. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "t uniform" | ||||
Floyd | "Detective Goodfellow looked great in his Scotland Yard uniform. " Floyd | Floyd | "Thanks," says Goodfellow. "But why are you talking about my uniform? Floyd | I think everyone is eager to hear who killed the Colonel." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x notepad" | ||||
Floyd | Sylvester is taking notes on a small beige notepad. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t notepad" | ||||
Floyd | You can't think of anything to say. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Hotel Lounge Floyd | The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather Floyd | couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of Floyd | it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of Floyd | the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a Floyd | dignified air to the proceedings. Floyd | Floyd | Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock. Floyd | Floyd | Jonathan Allington, the illegitimate son of Colonel McClaren, is Floyd | standing by the wall, his long nose proudly protruding from his face. Floyd | Floyd | Shane Pearson is relaxing in the couch. Floyd | Floyd | Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting Floyd | upright in the couch. Floyd | Floyd | Sylvester Starfield is staring at Jonathan, while scribbling furiously Floyd | on a notepad. Floyd | Floyd | Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, wearing the uniform of Floyd | Scotland Yard. He seems to be getting impatient. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t sylvester" | ||||
Floyd | [1] Accuse Sylvester Starfield Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t detective" | ||||
Floyd | You can't think of anything more to say. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "That uniform wasn't mentioned before." | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t brian" | ||||
Floyd | [1] Accuse Brian Holmes Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x clock" | ||||
Floyd | The clock is almost taller than you. An intricate system of brass and Floyd | steel wheels, and gears is visible through the glass case in the Floyd | front. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax asks, "Are we taking too long?" | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "time" | ||||
Floyd | I didn't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "I think we're okay." | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t wheels" | ||||
Floyd | You can't think of anything to say. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t brian" | ||||
Floyd | [1] Accuse Brian Holmes Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Hotel Lounge Floyd | The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather Floyd | couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of Floyd | it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of Floyd | the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a Floyd | dignified air to the proceedings. Floyd | Floyd | Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock. Floyd | Floyd | Jonathan Allington, the illegitimate son of Colonel McClaren, is Floyd | standing by the wall, his long nose proudly protruding from his face. Floyd | Floyd | Shane Pearson is relaxing in the couch. Floyd | Floyd | Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting Floyd | upright in the couch. Floyd | Floyd | Sylvester Starfield is staring at Jonathan, while scribbling furiously Floyd | on a notepad. Floyd | Floyd | Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, wearing the uniform of Floyd | Scotland Yard. He seems to be getting impatient. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t jonathan" | ||||
Floyd | [1] Accuse Jonathan Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says (to DavidW), "Yeah, we haven't interacted much with Goodfellow." | |||
| Limax says, "The detective was getting impatient.. I was ust wondering" | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x wall" | ||||
Floyd | Look for specific nouns or directions; usually, concepts like the Floyd | floor and ceiling, or relative directions like left and right, are not Floyd | relevant. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t shane" | ||||
Floyd | [1] Accuse Shane Pearson Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t doctor" | ||||
Floyd | You can't think of anything more to say. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t sylvester" | ||||
Floyd | [1] Accuse Sylvester Starfield Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t detective" | ||||
Floyd | You can't think of anything more to say. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x uniform" | ||||
Floyd | The uniform of Scotland Yard consists of a long dark blue trenchcoat Floyd | and a peaked cap. Floyd | Floyd | > | dsimon says, "Ah, thanks" | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t trenchcoat" | ||||
Floyd | "Detective Goodfellow was wearing the usual Scotland Yard trenchcoat. Floyd | I wondered if it wasn't too hot to wear it indoors." Floyd | Floyd | "A bit," says Goodfellow. "But one must stick to the regulations, you Floyd | know. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t cap" | ||||
Floyd | "I noticed the detectives cap." Floyd | Floyd | The detective shrugs. "I should be wearing a bobby helmet, of course, Floyd | but no one is perfect." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t detective" | ||||
Floyd | You can't think of anything more to say. Floyd | Floyd | > | dsimon says, "So he's not a detective, maybe" | |||
| DavidW says, "Try examining the uniform parts." | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x trenchcoat" | ||||
Floyd | The dark blue coat of Scotland Yard detectives have caused people to Floyd | dub them "The boys in blue". The polished brass buttons gleam in the Floyd | light of the lamp. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "I suspect him, anyway." | |||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "x buttons" | ||||
Floyd | The buttons are spotless. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t buttons" | ||||
Floyd | "The buttons on detective Goodfellows uniform also aroused my Floyd | curiosity." Floyd | Floyd | "Well, we usually wear silver buttons, of course," says the Detective. Floyd | "But I had to get here in a hurry." Floyd | Floyd | You turn around to see Goodfellow holding a gun with a murderous look Floyd | in his eyes. "That's quite enough, detective. I will not stand here Floyd | idly while you toy with me. You have obviously figured out that none Floyd | of the other people in this room commited the murder, so you must know Floyd | it's me." Floyd | Floyd | Everyone gasps. Floyd | Floyd | "When you tried to call Scotland Yard I intercepted the call and came Floyd | here instead. There is no "Detective Goodfellow". I am Franz Floyd | Lieberheim and I have spent years tracking down the Colonel so I could Floyd | have my revenge. When I found out he was living here, I kept the place Floyd | under surveillance until I finally got my chance. Floyd | Floyd | About half an hour before midnight, Colonel McClaren came down to get Floyd | a drink. I approached him, claiming to be a recent arrival to the Floyd | hotel. He did not recognize me and we struck up a conversation. I Floyd | procured some wine, slipping the cyanide into the Colonel's glass Floyd | while he wasn't watching. After he had drunk the wine, I made an Floyd | excuse to leave and hid outside the window so I could watch him die. Floyd | After a few minutes the American girl came down to the library as Floyd | well. By that time, the Colonel must have started to feel the effects Floyd | of the poison because he staggered towards her, desperately seeking Floyd | assistance. The girl misinterpreted his approach as an attack; the Floyd | rest you know." Floyd | Floyd | "I know everything, Monsieur Lieberheim", you say while twirling your Floyd | moustache. "It would be easiest for everyone if you gave up now and Floyd | waited for the real police to arrive." Floyd | Floyd | He sneers. "I don't think so. I would have gotten away with this if it Floyd | wasn't for you, and Franz Lieberhaim always gets his revenge. Do you Floyd | have any last words before I kill you, you meddling frog?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "cf7" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to store: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | Touchy says, "hehe" | |||
| dsimon says, "Frog?! Now that's just rude." | ||||
| Alex says (to dsimon), "Awwwk! Word on the street is that a frog is funny, but not as funny as Arthur Dent." | ||||
| dsimon says, "Heh" | ||||
| Limax asks, "Are we French?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "yes" | ||||
| dsimon says, "Yep" | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax asks, "What revenge are we talking about?" | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "twirl moustache" | ||||
Floyd | "Time to die, detective." He squeezes the trigger; no amount of Floyd | brilliant deductions will stop the bullet from entering your brain. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the Floyd | last command? Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Hotel Lounge Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says (to Limax), "Colonel John McClaren was an MI6 during the war. He made ``many enemies during the war, in particular a certain German agent who swore revenge.''" | |||
| Limax says, "Oh" | ||||
| dsimon says, "Hm, not sure how to get out of this" | ||||
| Limax asks, "Can we t revenge?" | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t revenge" | ||||
Floyd | That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the Floyd | moment. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Hmm. Maybe... Try it." | |||
| EmacsUser says, "Oh." | ||||
| dsimon says, "Er, so far its only let us talk about physical things" | ||||
| dsimon says, "And only things actually in the room, at that" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Hotel Lounge Floyd | The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather Floyd | couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of Floyd | it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of Floyd | the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a Floyd | dignified air to the proceedings. Floyd | Floyd | Brian Holmes has raised his hands in a martial arts position, ready to Floyd | jump Franz at the slightest chance. Floyd | Floyd | Jonathan Allington is attempting to block the path to Shane, Floyd | apparently so that any stray bullets will hit him instead of her. Floyd | Floyd | Shane Pearson is standing behind Jonathan, trying to get a good look Floyd | at the action. Floyd | Floyd | Doctor Mole is hiding behind the couch. Floyd | Floyd | Sylvester Starfield looks overjoyed to be getting the scoop on such a Floyd | great story. He is busily taking notes on his notepad. Floyd | Floyd | Franz Lieberheim is holding you at gunpoint. His face is distorted in Floyd | a grimace of pure, German, evil. Floyd | Floyd | "Time to die, detective." He squeezes the trigger; no amount of Floyd | brilliant deductions will stop the bullet from entering your brain. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have died *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the Floyd | last command? Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | Hotel Lounge Floyd | [Previous turn undone.] Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "We have three turns before we die" | |||
| EmacsUser | Doctor Mole is hiding behind the couch. | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "RESTORE" | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "cf7" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t brian" | ||||
Floyd | [1] Accuse Brian Holmes Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "1" | ||||
Floyd | "All the pieces finally came together. Brian Holmes had killed his Floyd | former friend because he disagreed with his methods. Alas, how quickly Floyd | friendship can turn to enmity. Detective Goodfellow, would you be so Floyd | kind as to arrest the murderer." Floyd | Floyd | As Brian is handcuffed he sneers at you. "This is ridiculous. You have Floyd | no proof whatsoever." Floyd | Floyd | You twirl your moustache. "It is over, Monsieur. Once the police start Floyd | looking into your past, they will soon find the evidence they need to Floyd | convict you." Floyd | Floyd | They don't, and Brian Holmes is soon released. It makes no difference, Floyd | though. Everyone still believes he is guilty. After all, who would Floyd | doubt the word of the worlds greatest detective? The hotel shuts down, Floyd | and a year later the former hotel owner is found hanging from the roof Floyd | of his office. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have saved your reputation. *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the Floyd | last command? Floyd | > | dsimon says, "Heh" | |||
| EmacsUser says, "Um." | ||||
| Limax says, "Oh well" | ||||
| dsimon says, "Minor bug there, but I rather like the "Distract attacker with silly accusation" technique" | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "RESTORE" | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "cf7" | ||||
Floyd | Enter saved game to load: Ok. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t franz" | ||||
Floyd | You can't think of anything more to say. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "t gun" | ||||
Floyd | "Once I realized that Detective Goodfellow wasn't who he claimed to Floyd | be, I could not, of course, allow him to be armed. It was a simple Floyd | matter to ensure that he would be of no danger to anyone." Floyd | Floyd | His eyes widen. "You damned frog. What have you done with my gun?" He Floyd | furiously examines the gun, trying to determine how it might have been Floyd | sabotaged. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| dsimon says (to Floyd), "take gun" | ||||
Floyd | While Franz is distracted, you deftly grab the gun from his hands. He Floyd | lunges at you, but is quickly overpowered by the other inhabitants of Floyd | the hotel. Floyd | Floyd | "I am going to kill you for this, detective," he shouts while being Floyd | restrained by his own handcuffs. "You are only putting off the Floyd | inevitable." Floyd | Floyd | "I suspect I will be dead long before you get out of jail, Monsieur," Floyd | you reply. "Mr. Holmes," you say to the man formerly known as James Floyd | Garfield, "Would you be so kind as to call the real Scotland Yard? I Floyd | think they will be delighted to hear that we have managed to arrest Floyd | the murderer without their help." Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have solved the case *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the Floyd | last command? Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Nice." | |||
| DavidW says, "tada!!!" | ||||
| Limax says, "Woo" | ||||
| dsimon exclaims, "That was fun!" | ||||
| DavidW says, "A very satisfying game." | ||||
| EmacsUser applauds. | ||||
| Limax asks, "Someone pretended to be the president?" | ||||
| EmacsUser asks, "?" | ||||
| Limax says, "James Garfield" | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "Oh." | ||||
| dsimon says, "It kind of reminded me of Spider and Web" | ||||
| dsimon says, "Where we're telling a story of stuff we only supposedly did" | ||||
| DavidW says, "yeah, but with much less restart-from-the-beginning." | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "Yeah, I really liked this one." | ||||
| Limax says, "What I saw I liked" | ||||
| Limax asks, "Who is the author?" | ||||
| dsimon says, "Okay, I need to go down to the shop, I'll be back soon if y'all want to play another" | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "Simon Christiansen." | ||||
| Limax says, "Hm" | ||||
| DavidW says, "It was a good design choice to limit topics to things that are visible, I think. We weren't too tempted to try topics outside our view and flail about." | ||||
| Limax says, "Yes" | ||||
| DavidW says, "I think I'll take a li'l nap. Hopefully Jacqueline will return to us safely." | ||||
| Limax has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||||
| Wastrel arrives, ready to play with the toys. | EmacsUser says (to Wastrel), "Hi." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Sorry, couldn't get online, then got online but couldn't get in." | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Wastrel), "We finished the first one early. We might be doing a second soon. We'll have to ask Jacqueline." | ||||
| Jacqueline arrives, ready to play with the toys. | Wastrel says, "Hey, happy new year all" | |||
| Touchy asks, "another?" | ||||
| Touchy says, "woah..." | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "Oh, so you finished and got the good ending?" | ||||
| Limax says, "Hello again" | ||||
| Limax says, "Yes" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Jacqueline), "Yay, you're back." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Hooray, I'm sorry I missed it, though." | ||||
| EmacsUser exclaims (at Wastrel), "Happy New Years!" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Emacs), "Thanks. I ended up having to install a new router in the house. That's what took me so long." | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "Oh wow." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Our old one has been flaky forever, and we had a new one waiting in the wings. It was kind of time." | ||||
| Limax says, "Ouxh" | ||||
| Limax says, "I'm glad you had a backup" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "So, anyway. Sure, we could play another game. Did you all have something in mind already?" | ||||
| Limax says, "I just hope it isn't a DLink" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Limax), "Oddly enough, it came for free when we upgraded to Win7. They were running a special." | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "Not really. There was mention of another, but then some folks went AFK." | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Limax), "Nah, it's a Cisco Valet. Pretty slick setup." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Hm. Let me think." | ||||
| Jacqueline needs to update the cfs list. | ||||
| Allen says, "all those Cisco personal network devices are just Linksys, since Cisco bought them out to get in on the low-end of the market" | ||||
| Allen says, "they are cute, though" | ||||
| Jacqueline waves and makes an isquiesque departure for home. | Jacqueline says (to Allen), "Cute and come with a usb that just automates the setup quite a bit." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Also, I seemingly still bounce. Urgh." | ||||
| dsimon says, "back" | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "Yay, another person back. Now we just need DavidW to wake up from his nap." | ||||
| Limax says, "Well, he won't any time soon if he has an iPhone" | ||||
| Jacqueline asks, "DW got an iPhone?" | ||||
| Limax says, "I don't really know... but the alarms on the iPhone are having trouble yet again" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "oh ah" | ||||
| EmacsUser realizes that he doesn't know about half of the titles on the suggestions list. | ||||
| Limax says, "You're probably ahead of me" | ||||
| Jacqueline arrives, ready to play with the toys. | EmacsUser says (to Limax), "Maybe not. I'm pretty bad at keeping up on these things." | |||
| EmacsUser says, "But, IFDB." | ||||
| Limax asks (of Jacqueline), "When was the last time I knew any of the titles ever?" | ||||
| EmacsUser asks, "How long is Augmented Fourth?" | ||||
| Jacqueline waves and makes an isquiesque departure for home. | Jacqueline says, "I'm beginning to suspect it's my ISP." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Anyway... let me @recap." | ||||
| Jacqueline arrives, ready to play with the toys. | Jacqueline says, "Oh, I missed nothing other than Limax trying to make me confirm how out of touch he is." | |||
| Jacqueline waves and makes an isquiesque departure for home. | Jacqueline says, "Freakin A" | |||
| Jacqueline arrives, ready to play with the toys. | Limax says, "Heh" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "I may just not log back in, in the hope of not annoying all of you." | ||||
| Limax says, "Augmented 4th is about an hour and a half, I think... it's been a long time since I've played it" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Hm." | ||||
| EmacsUser is reading about other stories too. | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "The Coast House is on the rec list. The name is appealing, the setting might be pleasant, but it seems it finished 15th in a comp, which doesn't bode well. Then again, someone recommended it for CF, so that does bode well." | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Limax), "Also, see? You do know some." | ||||
| Limax says, "Feh... just one" | ||||
| Tale says, "Sorry, phone call. Got completely distratced." | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "I'm up for anything." | ||||
| Limax says, "Augmented 4th was written over 10 years ago, which is why I know it" | ||||
| Ellison wakes up from his nap. "you people are thinking of playing another one?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says (to Ellison), "We are." | ||||
| Limax says, "We should change the name of this channe to The Napping Chanel" | ||||
| Tale says, "That#s my favorite perfume." | ||||
| Limax asks, "Have I mentioned how much I hate my keyboard?" | ||||
| Ellison says, "the group that naps together, slaps eachother. er, wait." | ||||
| Jacqueline waves and makes an isquiesque departure for home. | Tale says, "Hunter in Darkness is on there" | |||
| dsimon asks, "Is there more to HiD than the hunt the wumpus reference?" | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Okay, I'm uploading Coast House." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Hopefully" | ||||
| Ellison says, "interesting" | ||||
| Jacqueline arrives, ready to play with the toys. | EmacsUser says, "All I'm going to be able to think about for the rest of the day is martial arts and guinness." | |||
Floyd | Please give one of the answers above. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the Floyd | last command? Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline waves and makes an isquiesque departure for home. | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "quit" | ||||
Floyd | | ||||
| Floyd asks, "That game over already? It was just getting good. Wanna play another?" | Tale says, "emac. Not the worst way to spend the day" | |||
| Jacqueline arrives, ready to play with the toys. | Jacqueline exclaims, "I may not be able to stay on long enough to have any fun at all!" | |||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "load coast" | ||||
Floyd | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0. Floyd | Floyd | tadsr - A text-only TADS 2.5.10 Interpreter. Floyd | Copyright (c) 1993, 2006 by Michael J. Roberts. Floyd | Floyd | The mystery, for you, started two years ago. Floyd | "Come here, there's something I want to tell you," your old Floyd | grandfather had said, "Quick, before your mother comes back in the Floyd | room." Floyd | The smell of antiseptic and an unidentifiable odor that seemed to Floyd | emanate from the very walls of the old age home made you uncomfortable Floyd | enough. The thought of your grandfather having a secret he wanted to Floyd | share only made that unplanned visit to the Shady Pastures Floyd | Convalescent Home all the more nerve-wracking. Floyd | "If you have any mind for it, go back to Dalton. Your Grandmother Floyd | left something she wanted you to have." Before you could ask him Floyd | specifics, he turned away as your Mom reentered the room with a bottle Floyd | of water. The topic would not come up again, which was fine by you. Floyd | No one in your family had been to the Dalton property since your Floyd | grandmother died over eight years ago, and as far as you knew, the Floyd | place could have burned down by now. Floyd | When you thought back to your childhood, you could remember Floyd | spending the summers with your grandmother at the old house in Dalton, Floyd | located on the Texas Gulf Coast. Grandma Eleanor Sorich always had Floyd | smiles for you, and made you feel that she understood you better than Floyd | you did yourself. When she eventually passed away, you were deeply Floyd | saddened, as if you had lost one of your best friends. Floyd | Grandpa Sorich, on the other hand, was a different story. A bitter Floyd | man who spent most of the time during your visits off by the Dalton Floyd | Harbor with his drinking buddies. As far as you could tell, their Floyd | marriage was more of convenience than love. At her funeral, he showed Floyd | only the faintest hint of remorse. He spent the years after her death Floyd | mostly silent in an old age home... until that visit. Floyd | It's been two years since your chat with Grandpa. In that time, Floyd | you have often reflected back on the conversation, curious as to what Floyd | would make your grandfather act in such a mysterious fashion, and Floyd | curious about what your grandmother could've possibly wanted you to Floyd | have. Floyd | Finally, an unexpected road trip across the country has allowed you Floyd | to make a brief detour at the old family property. You find yourself Floyd | back in the draining heat of Dalton, Texas, assessing the old Sorich Floyd | property your family all but abandoned years ago. It hasn't burned Floyd | down, but indeed stood patiently waiting for someone to return. The Floyd | house, like your grandfather, has not aged gracefully, and looks as if Floyd | it too is just waiting out the rest of it's years.... Floyd | The Coast House Floyd | by Stephen Newton and Dan Newton Floyd | Version 1.0 Floyd | Copyright 2001 - released as freeware for the 2001 Interactive Fiction Floyd | Contest. Floyd | Developed with TADS, the Text Adventure Development System. Floyd | Type 'CREDITS' for behind the scenes tidbits. Floyd | New players may find 'INSTRUCTIONS' helpful. Floyd | Floyd | Front of House Floyd | You stand before the small coast house where you used to go on Floyd | summer vacations with your parents when you were young. A weathered Floyd | fence which has long since given up it's white paint to hot Texas sun Floyd | and salty coastal air surrounds the property. To the east lies Beach Floyd | Street, as old as the town itself, separating the property from harbor Floyd | and the bay. Across the road to the east you can make out the remains Floyd | of the Dalton Fishing Pier and Dalton Harbor. The old house itself is Floyd | to the west, facing the water like it has for the last 100 years. Floyd | Though you are shin deep in weeds, you can make out a small path that Floyd | winds around the house to the northwest and southwest. Crumbling Floyd | cement stairs lead up to the porch of the house. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline waves and makes an isquiesque departure for home. | Jacqueline says, "I should just bag it for today, perhaps." | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Perry is still logging." | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "Sad." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Perry is still logging." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I'll check back in later to get the transcript." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "Play whatever you want." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I think I should quit annoying people by trying to connect." | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x fence" | ||||
Floyd | From what you remember, this old fence has been re-built several times Floyd | over the lifetime of the house. The last time it was restored was Floyd | around 1980. The fence extends for a ways north and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have an old house key. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | All things considered, you're not doing too badly considering the long Floyd | bus trip you took to get here and how hot it currently is. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x key" | ||||
Floyd | The key to the coast house, given to you by your grandfather ages ago. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "look n" | ||||
Floyd | I don't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Front Porch Floyd | The deck of this house seems to be of newer construction than the Floyd | rest. As a younger child you remember sitting on the deck chairs and Floyd | telling ghost stories long into the night while watching the boats Floyd | sway in the harbor. A deteriorating plastic lawn chair remains as a Floyd | reminder of those days. The sliding glass door to enter the house is Floyd | to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | Ellison says, "csb" | |||
| Ellison goes back to Squeamhurst.. | ||||
| Ellison has disconnected. | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "about" | ||||
Floyd | There's no verb in that sentence! Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "If people want to change stories, say so." | |||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "credits" | ||||
Floyd | <q>The Coast House' was authored by Stephen Newton and Dan Newton. Floyd | Floyd | Stephen Newton has been a fan of interactive fiction since discovering Floyd | Zork I on his friend's Apple II in the early 80's. He is recently Floyd | married and enjoys playing computer games as well as researching Floyd | ancient history and watching as many movies as work and real life Floyd | permit. The Coast House is his first piece of IF. Floyd | Floyd | Stephen would like to thank his wife Lisa for her patience during the Floyd | many late nights he spent writing this game. He also thanks his Floyd | brother Dan for co-authoring - without whom the game never would have Floyd | been finished on time. Special thanks go to beta testers Steve `Nutz' Floyd | Rossi and John & Lisa Conner. Additional thanks to Mike Roberts for Floyd | writing the fine product TADS; Stephen Granade for organizing the Floyd | Interactive Fiction Competition; and all the people who responded to Floyd | programming questions in the rec.arts.int-fiction newsgroup! Floyd | Floyd | Feel free to send comments or feedback to Stephen at Floyd | snewton@sj.znet.com Floyd | Floyd | Dan Newton would like to thank his older brother Stephen, without Floyd | whom, he wouldn't have the fondness for creative writing that he does. Floyd | He would also like to thank his girlfriend, Christine Scott, for Floyd | testing the game and for putting up with his rather bizarre ways of Floyd | brainstorming. Also like to thank his brother Rick, for inspiring us Floyd | to keep the memory of the true coast house alive in the family. Floyd | Floyd | Feel free to send comments or feedback to Dan at Floyd | hackmusik@earthlink.net Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "sit" | ||||
Floyd | (the plastic lawn chair) Floyd | You sit down in the old chair. You're not sure it likes your weight Floyd | having been left stranded in the elements for the last ten years, but Floyd | it supports you. You look out across the yard towards the water. The Floyd | view of the boats docked in the harbor moving rocking softly in the Floyd | breeze is breathtaking. Floyd | Okay, you're now sitting on the plastic lawn chair. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x boats" | ||||
Floyd | Off in the distance you can make out some shrimp boats tied-off to a Floyd | dock. They gradually sway in the calm harbor. Beyond that is a small Floyd | bay that opens into the Gulf of Mexico. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "rock" | ||||
Floyd | You rock back and forth on your heels. You consider putting 'yer Floyd | thumb in 'yer britches and yelling `Yeehaw!' Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "stand" | ||||
Floyd | Okay, you're no longer in the plastic lawn chair. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||||
Floyd | The sliding glass door of your grandparents house has been shut for Floyd | the last ten years since your grandmother passed away. Years of rain, Floyd | humidity, dust, and wind-blown dirt have caked the outside of the Floyd | door, making it difficult to see inside. The door is warm to the Floyd | touch, much like everything else here. There is a small keylock close Floyd | to the top. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "yell" | ||||
Floyd | Your throat is a bit sore now. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "x lock" | ||||
Floyd | The lock is quite small and rusty, obviously having weathered the Floyd | elements since anyone last put anything into it ten years ago. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | It's locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "umlock door" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "umlock". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "um, unlock door" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "um". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||||
Floyd | The key fits into the rusty slot with some difficulty but after a few Floyd | grunts and some tasteful profanity, the lock gives way. The door is Floyd | now unlocked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "in" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You'll have to open the sliding glass door first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | The door gives quite a fight, but you pull hard on the handle opening Floyd | the door. As the glass door slides open, a burst of stale hot air Floyd | trapped in the house for the last decade rushes past you. You're Floyd | momentarily overwhelmed with scents of mold, mothballs and your Floyd | grandmother's old perfume. A quick wind robs you of her memory. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Den Floyd | Standing in this room conjures shadows of your summer vacations as Floyd | a youth. A giant air conditioner is mounted into the north wall, next Floyd | to a small utility closet. In the opposite corner there is a small Floyd | television with a rocking chair facing it. The kitchen is to the Floyd | west, the sliding glass door to the porch is east. The musty hot air Floyd | in this room makes it difficult to breathe. Floyd | Oh man.. it is hot in here! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "undress" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "undress". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "turn on air conditioner" | ||||
Floyd | Nothing happens. The AC is as silent as ever. It's mocking silence Floyd | makes you feel even hotter. Floyd | I'm not joking.. it is seriously hot in this house. You are Floyd | suddenly dripping with sweat and feeling a bit woozy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Small kitchen.. It has tacky furnishings from the 1950s to Floyd | mid-70's. A grease-stained refrigerator takes up what little walking Floyd | space there actually is. Floyd | You see a calendar here. Floyd | You can't take it anymore. The heat in the house is horrible even Floyd | for Texas standards. You bolt out the door. Floyd | Front Porch Floyd | Floyd | > | Tale says, "I have an idea!" | |||
| EmacsUser says, "'K." | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Den Floyd | Oh man.. it is hot in here! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | You see a calendar here. Floyd | I'm not joking.. it is seriously hot in this house. You are Floyd | suddenly dripping with sweat and feeling a bit woozy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "open fridge" | ||||
Floyd | Opening the refrigerator reveals a piece of withered meat. Floyd | You can't take it anymore. The heat in the house is horrible even Floyd | for Texas standards. You bolt out the door. Floyd | Front Porch Floyd | Floyd | > | Tale says, "hmm" | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Den Floyd | Oh man.. it is hot in here! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||||
Floyd | You grab the handle and tug the door shut. Floyd | I'm not joking.. it is seriously hot in this house. You are Floyd | suddenly dripping with sweat and feeling a bit woozy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "lock door" | ||||
Floyd | (with the old house key) Floyd | Locked. Floyd | You can't take it anymore. The heat in the house is horrible even Floyd | for Texas standards. You force the door back open and dart outside. Floyd | Front Porch Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Den Floyd | Oh man.. it is hot in here! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Den Floyd | Standing in this room conjures shadows of your summer vacations as Floyd | a youth. A giant air conditioner is mounted into the north wall, next Floyd | to a small utility closet. In the opposite corner there is a small Floyd | television with a rocking chair facing it. The kitchen is to the Floyd | west, the sliding glass door to the porch is east. Floyd | I'm not joking.. it is seriously hot in this house. You are Floyd | suddenly dripping with sweat and feeling a bit woozy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "x air conditioner" | ||||
Floyd | Ah, they don't make them like they used to. This giant wall-mounted Floyd | hulk of an air conditioner had the prime responsibility of cooling Floyd | down the entire house. You remember your uncles always fretting that Floyd | it was going to give out at any moment and then the house would be Floyd | doomed. Standing now in the sweltering heat of the abandoned house Floyd | you can appreciate why they were so worried! Floyd | You can't take it anymore. The heat in the house is horrible even Floyd | for Texas standards. You bolt out the door. Floyd | Front Porch Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Den Floyd | Oh man.. it is hot in here! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "switch on air conditioner" | ||||
Floyd | It's already turned on! Floyd | I'm not joking.. it is seriously hot in this house. You are Floyd | suddenly dripping with sweat and feeling a bit woozy. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "There is eastwards to explore also." | |||
| Tale says, "Yeah, let's do that" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You feel a bit cooler.. relatively speaking for Texas standards... Floyd | Front Porch Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Front of House Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. in front of house Floyd | Unevenly paved, Beach Road separates your house from the small Floyd | harbor and pier to the east. A light coat of sand blows across the Floyd | pavement in lazy swirls. Beach road doesn't see much traffic. The Floyd | old family house lies to the west. The road continues up a small hill Floyd | to the north and down towards the edge of town to the south. To the Floyd | east a small service road heads towards an old fishing pier. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser asks, "Oh, and north and south?" | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Entrance to Fishing Pier Floyd | When you were a youngster, you remember this pier being a lot Floyd | longer, but that was two hurricanes ago. Mother Nature has taken the Floyd | pier and had her way with it. The pier extends out into the water but Floyd | the wood is broken and splintered farther out stopping well short of Floyd | it's original length. A second, inaccessible section of the pier is Floyd | visible even farther out; the area that connected the two having been Floyd | washed away. Floyd | On this side of the pier, only one guardrail remains, the other Floyd | lost to the elements. Choppy water splashes against the few remaining Floyd | supports beneath the pier sending plumes of water shooting up through Floyd | the planks. The constant splashes has made the planks of the pier Floyd | mossy and slick. A sign nearby advised that the pier is closed until Floyd | storm damage can be repaired. What remains of the pier extends to the Floyd | east. The service road leads away to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "JUMP" | ||||
Floyd | Wheeee! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "jump over gap" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "gap". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Ignoring the warnings, you boldly start down the pier... Floyd | Floyd | The waves splash around you shooting up through the planks, the Floyd | foamy spray offering temporary relief from the Texas heat. You pause Floyd | gripping the remaining guardrail with your hands and the planks with Floyd | your toes. With this cat like grip, you slowly inch your way to the Floyd | end of the pier. Floyd | Floyd | End of Fishing Pier Floyd | You're at the end of the pier, well, what now acts as the end of Floyd | the pier. You can see the original end of the pier off like a small Floyd | platform about 20 yards out to the east. From here, you can make out Floyd | that there is some large object wedged within its supports. Floyd | Beneath you, the planks end suddenly where they were ripped from Floyd | the supports. The warm water of the bay is just eight feet below you. Floyd | The waves roll by you as if they were on some perpetual northern Floyd | pilgrimage. Floyd | The wind blows in from the south whipping your hair and putting a Floyd | salty taste in your mouth. Floyd | Floyd | > | Touchy says, "eeep" | |||
| Touchy says, "I missed the beginning of the second" | ||||
| Tale asks, "Down?" | ||||
| Gerynar arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | EmacsUser says, "Huh? Let me read again..." | |||
| Limax arrives, full of fun and funk. | Limax asks, "What did we start?" | |||
| EmacsUser says, "The Coast House" | ||||
| Limax says, "Ah" | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | You put down all your stuff, take a deep breath, pinch your nose Floyd | shut and.... Floyd | Splash! Floyd | The coastal waters envelop you. The taste of the salty water makes Floyd | you grimace, not to mention the stinging effect it has on your eyes! Floyd | Instinctively you start kicking towards the surface where you start Floyd | gasp for air. Did I forget to mention earlier that you're not the Floyd | strongest swimmer? Floyd | You dog paddle for a while, but it takes so much energy just to Floyd | stay afloat. Panic slowly rises as you begin remember reading stories Floyd | about how drowning is considered one of the more gruesome ways to Floyd | expire. You flail your arms ineffectually, your weight pulling you Floyd | down... when you realize that water here is only about four feet Floyd | deep. You quickly realize that it gets deeper towards the east and Floyd | instead of pressing your luck you manage to work your way back to Floyd | shore. It takes a while but you eventually manage to find a good spot Floyd | to berth yourself. Floyd | Floyd | Boat Ramp Floyd | A small driveway descends into the murky green water of the Texas Floyd | Gulf. Above the land, scores of black bugs scurry out of your way Floyd | disappearing into crevices you didn't even notice. In the shallow Floyd | part of the water you can see the ghostly images of small fish and Floyd | crabs darting just under the surface. Several tires are securely Floyd | fastened against the ramp wall to prevent boats from bumping against Floyd | the breakwater. Floyd | You see a pair of white fishing boots here. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Which so far reminds me of Sunset over Savannah." | |||
| EmacsUser says, "Except it's in Texas." | ||||
| Limax says, "AFK to make eggs... I'll read the recap" | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "x boots" | ||||
Floyd | These old wading boots are so old and sunbleached they're almost Floyd | brittle. If you distrusted your fashion sensibilities enough to put Floyd | them on they would come up to your mid-thigh. If boots could talk, no Floyd | doubt this pair would have some good fishing stories. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "get them" | ||||
Floyd | pair of white fishing boots: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Having just spent the better part of the afternoon struggling to get Floyd | to shore, the thought of going back through boat oil, crabs and Floyd | jellyfish just makes you cringe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "wear boots" | ||||
Floyd | Okay, you're now wearing the pair of white fishing boots. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Having just spent the better part of the afternoon struggling to get Floyd | to shore, the thought of going back through boat oil, crabs and Floyd | jellyfish just makes you cringe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x crevices" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "crevices". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Boat Ramp Floyd | A small driveway descends into the murky green water of the Texas Floyd | Gulf. Above the land, scores of black bugs scurry out of your way Floyd | disappearing into crevices you didn't even notice. In the shallow Floyd | part of the water you can see the ghostly images of small fish and Floyd | crabs darting just under the surface. Several tires are securely Floyd | fastened against the ramp wall to prevent boats from bumping against Floyd | the breakwater. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x tires" | ||||
Floyd | Partially submerged in the salty water, the tires are mostly covered Floyd | in mult-colored barnacles, dead crabs, remains of jellyfish and a Floyd | fungus or two. They are hung to protect boats from bumping the ramp Floyd | wall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says (to Floyd), "x fish" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any fish here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser clears the save counter. | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf1" | ||||
Floyd | File to save game in > Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | dsimon says, "I'm going to have to get going pretty soon :-%clubfloyd Okay, take care everyone" | |||
| EmacsUser says, "Adios." | ||||
| dsimon goes home. | ||||
| dsimon has disconnected. | EmacsUser asks, "West?" | |||
| Tale says, "sure, go ahead" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the boatramp Floyd | In addition to the usual weeds and sand, this section of Beach Road Floyd | has a few road-kill crabs squished into the pavement. A small boat Floyd | ramp lies to the east. The road continues north and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the harbor Floyd | The Texas heat seems to bounce right off of Beach Road. Dry Floyd | withered weeds line the sides of the street. To the east you see the Floyd | entrance to the harbor. To the north and south lie more sandy road. Floyd | Floyd | > | Tale says, "Just do your things, Emacs." | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Harbor Floyd | You remember stories your grandfather would tell you about Dalton Floyd | Harbor back in his day - the shrimp industry supported the town and Floyd | boats could be seen leaving early in the morning with seagulls Floyd | circling closely overhead as their nets were drawn up. Now, however, Floyd | one would uses the term harbor loosely when viewing this small dock. Floyd | Today's harbor is nothing more than a couple of rotted wooden poles Floyd | being used to tie old shrimp boats against. The shrimp boats hardly Floyd | look seaworthy with their hulls scraped and their nets faded and Floyd | tattered. A small A-shaped sign offers tourist bargains. Floyd | A fisherman is sitting on an old bucket near a sink de-veining Floyd | shrimp. Floyd | The fisherman notices you as you walk up the harbor. `You must be Floyd | one of Eleanor Sorich's kin. You look just like her.' Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "talk to fisherman" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "talk". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "yes". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "fisherman, hello" | ||||
Floyd | The fisherman doesn't appear interested. Floyd | The fisherman continues to slice through the backs of shrimp Floyd | flinging the offal into the water where it's quickly snarfed by Floyd | hardheads. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "sit" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to sit on? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x fisherman" | ||||
Floyd | The old leathery fisherman is wearing rubber boots and an old flannel Floyd | shirt covered in old fish-gut stains. His hands are hard and Floyd | calloused and his hair is bleached and thin. He has the haggard look Floyd | of a man who has gotten up every morning at 4:30 A.M. for the last 45 Floyd | years. Floyd | The fisherman pauses, wipes sweat from his lined forehead, sighs Floyd | heavily, and resumes carving the shrimp. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "I didn't know that Floyd knew how to sit" | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x shrimp" | ||||
Floyd | Pink and veiny, just the way you like them. Floyd | `Squall of '67 blew down the whole town,' mumbles the fisherman. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x shirt" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "shirt". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "ask fisherman about shrimp" | ||||
Floyd | `Lifeblood of the town... and tasty too!'The fisherman glances Floyd | your way, `Nice boots,' he comments with a trace of sarcasm. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "ask fisherman about boots" | ||||
Floyd | `A good pair of waders is a fisherman's best friend. Most of the Floyd | local boys have a pair.' Floyd | `Damn, it's hot!' Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "ask fisherman about weather" | ||||
Floyd | The old fence isn't important. Floyd | `The sea buries her secrets,' mumbles the fisherman. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "ask fisherman about sea" | ||||
Floyd | `Schnoif! Can't y'all see I'm busy here?' Floyd | The fisherman mumbles something about a north wind blowing through. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "ask fisherman about wind" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "wind". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "ask fisherman about house" | ||||
Floyd | `Schnoif! Can't y'all see I'm busy here?' Floyd | The fisherman continues to slice through the backs of shrimp Floyd | flinging the offal into the water where it's quickly snarfed by Floyd | hardheads. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "ask fisherman about key" | ||||
Floyd | `Schnoif! Can't y'all see I'm busy here?' Floyd | The fisherman pauses, wipes sweat from his lined forehead, sighs Floyd | heavily, and resumes carving the shrimp. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Not sure what to ask." | |||
| Limax says, "I think I'm beginning to see why it placed 15th" | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "Well, conversation is really hard to code well." | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Harbor Floyd | You remember stories your grandfather would tell you about Dalton Floyd | Harbor back in his day - the shrimp industry supported the town and Floyd | boats could be seen leaving early in the morning with seagulls Floyd | circling closely overhead as their nets were drawn up. Now, however, Floyd | one would uses the term harbor loosely when viewing this small dock. Floyd | Today's harbor is nothing more than a couple of rotted wooden poles Floyd | being used to tie old shrimp boats against. The shrimp boats hardly Floyd | look seaworthy with their hulls scraped and their nets faded and Floyd | tattered. A small A-shaped sign offers tourist bargains. Floyd | A fisherman is sitting on an old bucket near a sink de-veining Floyd | shrimp. Floyd | `Squall of '67 blew down the whole town,' mumbles the fisherman. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "ask fisherman about harbor" | ||||
Floyd | `Schnoif! Can't y'all see I'm busy here?'The fisherman glances your Floyd | way, `Nice boots,' he comments with a trace of sarcasm. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | `Damn, it's hot!' Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The fisherman eyes you as you leave and whispers, `I hope you find Floyd | what you're looking for.' Floyd | Floyd | Beach Road.. near the harbor Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. in front of house Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the harbor Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the boatramp Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. out yonder Floyd | This is the south side of town, where Beach Road enters Dalton. Floyd | Not much around these parts but weeds and more weeds. The road Floyd | continues to the north and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf2" | ||||
Floyd | File to save game in > Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x weeds" | ||||
Floyd | They're just weeds. Maybe someday they'll be tumbleweeds. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "take weeds" | ||||
Floyd | The weeds aren't important. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. south side of town Floyd | You certainly seem to be on the road less traveled now. You can Floyd | see small town of Dalton off in the distance to the north. A heat Floyd | mirage bubbles up from the road to the south. An equally small and Floyd | lonely road trails off towards the old cemetery to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Cemetery Gates Floyd | The humidity and the gray sky make the already ominous pair of old Floyd | rusty gates appear even creepier. The town's founding fathers, what's Floyd | left of them anyhow, as well as quite a few of your own ancestor's lie Floyd | beyond the gates to the west. There is a historical marker here. The Floyd | cemetery lies beyond the gates to the west, the road back to the town Floyd | is east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x marker" | ||||
Floyd | The historical marker stands firmly planted into the ground with Floyd | etched out lettering holding up surprisingly rust-free. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "read marker" | ||||
Floyd | `The Dalton cemetery has provided a comforting resting place for the Floyd | towns citizens for over a century. The oldest marked grave is that of Floyd | Helen McHenry (d.1819), the only child of Port Dietrich resident Floyd | Lionel McHenry. Dalton co-founder Col. Clyde Dalton also rests here. Floyd | Col. Clyde Dalton is credited for, amongst other things, the Dalton Floyd | Mansion, the Dalton Library, and the Dalton Firehouse. He was entered Floyd | into the cemetery in 1949. Floyd | A large number of burials occurred in 1918 from a wide-spread Floyd | Influenza Epidemic. The Dalton Cemetery contains graves of the Floyd | veterans of the Texas Revolution, Civil War, World War I, World War Floyd | II, Korea, Vietnam and the Gulf War. The Dalton Estates Association Floyd | maintains the cemetery.' Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar Nature, in fact, abhors a lot of things, including vacuums, ships named Marie Celeste, the chuck keys to electric drills, and at this moment, Gerynar being in the lounge. | ||||
| Gerynar has disconnected. | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You'll have to open the old rusty gates first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "open gates" | ||||
Floyd | Opened. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Inside Cemetery Floyd | The Dalton Cemetery is one of the oldest fixtures of the town. To Floyd | the right of the path, you can see the cement mausoleum of the Dalton Floyd | brothers. From the looks of it, it has not been cleared of its weeds Floyd | in some time. You look around at some of the other stones, some Floyd | buried by the grass, some with dying flowers, and a few with small Floyd | American Flags hanging limply in the heat, providing just enough shade Floyd | for a few noisy crickets. A path leads deeper into the cemetery Floyd | towards the west. An old rusty gate is to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x mausoleum" | ||||
Floyd | For as wealthy as the Dalton's were, their tomb is not overly Floyd | spectacular. Based on it's overgrown appearance, you guess that the Floyd | Daltons don't get many visitors. If it weren't for the names and Floyd | dates carved into it's doors, it could pass for a large cement Floyd | toolshed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Deep Inside Cemetery Floyd | It would seem the deeper you travel into the cemetery, the less Floyd | maintained the graves become. Your eyes are drawn to a particular set Floyd | of graves before you. Two headstones stand before two graves - one of Floyd | which covered by a large stone grave cover. On the left lies your Floyd | grandmother, and on the right the place where your grandfather will Floyd | eventually be buried. Your grandmother's grave cover, mostly Floyd | concealed beneath sand and weeds, seems to be suffering in the humid Floyd | climate. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x cover" | ||||
Floyd | Some accident has caused the grave cover to break down the center! A Floyd | crevice runs about 7 inches across and nearly a foot long down the Floyd | cover breaching the sanctuary of your ancestor's earthly remains. The Floyd | entire slab seems to be slowly collapsing into the grave. You suspect Floyd | it's just a matter of time before the entire slab collapses down upon Floyd | your grandmother! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x headstones" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "headstones". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x headstone" | ||||
Floyd | Which headstone do you mean, Grandpa's headstone, or Grandma's Floyd | headstone? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x Grandma's headstone" | ||||
Floyd | Grandma's headstone.. chipped with age... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x Grandpa's headstone" | ||||
Floyd | Your grandfather's headstone was bought at the same time that your Floyd | grandmother passed away. As your grandfather is still alive, it waits Floyd | patiently for the inevitable. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Inside Cemetery Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Cemetery Gates Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. south side of town Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You take a few steps towards the south before figuring it's just way Floyd | too hot to continue. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. out yonder Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the boatramp Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the harbor Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. in front of house Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. north side of town Floyd | The northern entrance to the town, from this vantage point you have Floyd | a nice view of bleak scenery. Down the hill you can make out the Floyd | modest houses that make up Dalton, the old harbor, fishing pier, and Floyd | the Gulf of Mexico stretching out beneath gray clouds to the east. Floyd | The road travels off some distance to the north, with not a whole lot Floyd | between where you stand and Houston some 300 miles away. To the west Floyd | lies a small driveway leading towards the largest house in Dalton. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Houston is a pretty far walk. Probably better to stay in town. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Outside Dalton Mansion Floyd | While not necessarily a mansion by modern standards, the structure Floyd | was one of the first houses in the area to have such modern Floyd | conveniences as indoor plumbing. The two-story house is freshly Floyd | painted - a stark contrast to the rest of the dwellings in the area. Floyd | The front door has a brass placard and there is a small stone memorial Floyd | nearby. The path back to the road is off to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x memorial" | ||||
Floyd | The simple stone memorial has an old picture of Col. Clyde Dalton Floyd | along with a colorful biography. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Those dirty Daltons..." | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "read memorial" | ||||
Floyd | `The house on this property was built by town co-founder Col. Clyde Floyd | Beauregard Dalton in 1933. Clyde Dalton was born in 1898, the second Floyd | of two children from Beauregard and Esther Lynn Dalton, wealthy cattle Floyd | ranchers from Lubbock, Texas. Clyde and his brother, Claude, came to Floyd | what was then known as Port Dietrich in 1922. From an inheritance Floyd | left by their parents, Claude opened a meat-packing plant while Clyde Floyd | began investing money to local businesses. The meat-packing plant and Floyd | the businesses funded by Clyde helped the growth of Port Dietrich. In Floyd | 1925, the increasing port population and growth of the economy, Floyd | despite nationwide depression, made Port Dietrich eligible for "town" Floyd | status. With considerable influence from the Dalton brothers, Port Floyd | Dietrich was renamed "Dalton." Claude left the Dalton estate in 1930. Floyd | Clyde Dalton, an influential Board member and businessman himself, Floyd | remained. Clyde Dalton passed in 1949 and is buried in Dalton Floyd | Cemetery.' Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x placard" | ||||
Floyd | A small brass placard that has notes about visiting hours for the Floyd | mansion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "read placard" | ||||
Floyd | `Mansion closed for restoration. Please come visit us in the Spring.' Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You'll have to open the mansion door first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "open mansion door" | ||||
Floyd | It's locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. north side of town Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. in front of house Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Tale makes himself you nothing me nothing out of the dust. | ||||
| Tale has disconnected. | EmacsUser says, "Hmm, not much that seems to solve the immediate problem of being overheated." | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Front of House Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Front of House Floyd | You stand before the small coast house where you used to go on Floyd | summer vacations with your parents when you were young. A weathered Floyd | fence which has long since given up it's white paint to hot Texas sun Floyd | and salty coastal air surrounds the property. To the east lies Beach Floyd | Street, as old as the town itself, separating the property from harbor Floyd | and the bay. Across the road to the east you can make out the remains Floyd | of the Dalton Fishing Pier and Dalton Harbor. The old house itself is Floyd | to the west, facing the water like it has for the last 100 years. Floyd | Though you are shin deep in weeds, you can make out a small path that Floyd | winds around the house to the northwest and southwest. Crumbling Floyd | cement stairs lead up to the porch of the house. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | Really swampy side of house Floyd | You stand shin deep in weeds and ankle deep in mud. A small trail Floyd | towards the old boat shed goes off to the north, and the small path Floyd | that circles the house continues to the southeast and southwest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Swampy path Floyd | The ground squishes beneath your feet as you walk the old path to Floyd | the boatshed. The air swarms around you as the mosquitoes grow Floyd | thicker with each step through the tall grass. To the south you can Floyd | see the path back to the old house. Between you and the boat shed Floyd | visible to the west lies a great puddle which seems to be the mosquito Floyd | breeding grounds. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The mosquitoes feverishly attempt to use your legs for their blood Floyd | feast, but the old rubber boots protect you. Waving your hand in Floyd | front of you to keep them from roosting on your face, you continue Floyd | across the path. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Woohoo! Your score has increased. Floyd | Floyd | Outside Boatshed Floyd | You're standing outside the boatshed. The overgrown weeds and sand Floyd | build up around the large corrugated sliding door indicate that the Floyd | door hasn't been opened in some time. A nasty looking puddle breeding Floyd | mosquitoes lies in the middle of the path to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Oh, so we did solve a puzzle." | |||
| Limax asks, "Did we?" | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "We got past the mosquitoes." | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Limax), "Also, feel free to jump in at any time." | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | It's locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "unlock door with key" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any key here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of white fishing boots (being worn). Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Sorry... RL stuff is distracting me" | |||
| EmacsUser says, "Oh, ok." | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||||
Floyd | The door is large enough to accommodate the passage of a small boat, Floyd | which is indeed what used to be stored in the boatshed. There is a Floyd | small keyhole in the boatshed door. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x keyhole" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "keyhole". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The mosquitoes feverishly attempt to use your legs for their blood Floyd | feast, but the old rubber boots protect you. Waving your hand in Floyd | front of you to keep them from roosting on your face, you continue Floyd | across the path. Floyd | Floyd | Swampy path Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Really swampy side of house Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax asks, "Do we know what we're trying to accomplish?" | |||
| Limax asks, "Buried treasure? Long lost will?" | ||||
| Limax asks, "Just getting into our damn house?" | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "Oh, big picture you mean. No, not yet. Getting into the house would be a good start." | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | Kinda swampy side of house Floyd | You stand shin deep in weeds and ankle deep in mud with the back Floyd | porch of the old house to the east. The screen door to the old back Floyd | porch sways noisily on rusted hinges. The small path that circles the Floyd | house towards the northeast and southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Back porch Floyd | You are in the back porch of the house. It stinks like dead Floyd | animal, though you cannot see any nearby. A small metal box about the Floyd | size of a shoebox is affixed to the wall of the house. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "smell" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "smell". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x box" | ||||
Floyd | On the cover of the box is imprinted `TX Gulf Coast Power'. It's Floyd | currently closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Aha." | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "open box" | ||||
Floyd | Opened. There is an important-looking red power panel inside the Floyd | utility box. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x panel" | ||||
Floyd | The power panel is currently turned off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "switch panel on" | ||||
Floyd | You turn on the panel. A couple of quick sparks and a pop startle Floyd | you, but then you hear a faint reassuring hum. Floyd | Somewhere off in the distance, you hear hear tired machinery Floyd | reluctantly coming to life. Floyd | Okay, it's now turned on. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "look under porch" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any porch here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Kinda swampy side of house Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "look under porch" | ||||
Floyd | It's too far away. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Not as swampy side of house Floyd | Still shin deep in weeds. The small path that circles the house Floyd | leads off to the northeast and northwest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Front of House Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Front Porch Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Den Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Den Floyd | Standing in this room conjures shadows of your summer vacations as Floyd | a youth. A giant air conditioner is mounted into the north wall, next Floyd | to a small utility closet. In the opposite corner there is a small Floyd | television with a rocking chair facing it. The kitchen is to the Floyd | west, the sliding glass door to the porch is east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||||
Floyd | You grab the handle and tug the door shut. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x chair" | ||||
Floyd | An old rocking chair with a small foamy cushion for marginal comfort. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "sit" | ||||
Floyd | (the rocking chair) Floyd | Okay, you're now sitting on the rocking chair. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x television" | ||||
Floyd | The evenings from your childhood summers that didn't take place Floyd | sitting on the porch took place watching this television. As the Floyd | nearest broadcasting station was 60 miles away station the images were Floyd | usually just scratchy ghosts. The TV has long gone silent and can now Floyd | basically be considered merely a bulky paperweight with fake wooden Floyd | paneling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | Limax exclaims, "We're home!" | |||
| EmacsUser exclaims, "Yay!" | ||||
| Limax says, "Hey Guest.... we're playing an IF game right now on Floyd" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Guest1), "Hi! Are you still Waterhouse? You'll have to use a non-guest account to join us; guests can't use channels." | ||||
| Guest1 says, "Say, ok :)" | ||||
| Guest1 says, "And btw, yes, still Waterhouse :)" | Limax says, "I love bulky paperweights" | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "look" | ||||
Floyd | Den, in the rocking chair Floyd | Standing in this room conjures shadows of your summer vacations as Floyd | a youth. A giant air conditioner is mounted into the north wall, next Floyd | to a small utility closet. In the opposite corner there is a small Floyd | television with a rocking chair facing it. The kitchen is to the Floyd | west, the sliding glass door to the porch is east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Limax asks, "did you forget your password?" | ||||
| Guest1 says, "Yeah" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "turn on television" | ||||
Floyd | You can't reach that from the rocking chair. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "stand" | ||||
Floyd | Okay, you're no longer in the rocking chair. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "turn on television" | ||||
Floyd | You try to turn on the television but it has long since burned out. Floyd | You make a mental note to yourself to get this fixed if you're going Floyd | to spend any true quality time here or else suffer from boredom. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Limax says, "Hm. I don't know if there's any wizards on right now" | ||||
| Limax says, "Jota's here, but he's idle" | ||||
| Limax says, "So's katre" | ||||
| Limax says, "ANd vimes" | ||||
| Guest1 ) | ||||
| Guest1:) | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Den Floyd | Standing in this room conjures shadows of your summer vacations as Floyd | a youth. A giant air conditioner is mounted into the north wall, next Floyd | to a small utility closet. In the opposite corner there is a small Floyd | television with a rocking chair facing it. The kitchen is to the Floyd | west, the sliding glass door to the porch is east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x closet" | ||||
Floyd | The utility closet is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "open closet" | ||||
Floyd | Opening the utility closet reveals a bag and a keyrack. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "bag" | ||||
Floyd | There's no verb in that sentence! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Ellison arrives, ready to play with the toys. | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x bag" | ||||
Floyd | An old Piggly Wiggly grocey bag. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "look in bag" | ||||
Floyd | In the bag you see a small key. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "take small key" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "take bag" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x keyrack" | ||||
Floyd | A small keyrack with small hooks for hanging small keys. On the Floyd | keyrack is a picture of man fishing and reads, `Old fisherman never Floyd | die, they just smell that way.' Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "take keyrack" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of white fishing boots (being worn), a small key, a Floyd | bag, and a keyrack. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x closet" | ||||
Floyd | The utility closet is open. There's nothing in the utility closet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Den Floyd | Standing in this room conjures shadows of your summer vacations as Floyd | a youth. A giant air conditioner is mounted into the north wall, next Floyd | to a small utility closet. In the opposite corner there is a small Floyd | television with a rocking chair facing it. The kitchen is to the Floyd | west, the sliding glass door to the porch is east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | You see a calendar here. The refrigerator seems to contain a piece Floyd | of withered meat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x meat" | ||||
Floyd | This dark hunk of meat is a couple inches long, thin, and really Floyd | tough. You're not sure if it's bacon, jerky, or part of a belt. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "take meat" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x refrigerator" | ||||
Floyd | Small white refrigerator. Probably hasn't been turned on since Reagan Floyd | was president. Floyd | The refrigerator is currently open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "close refrigerator" | ||||
Floyd | Closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "turn on refrigerator" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know how to turn the refrigerator on. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x calendar" | ||||
Floyd | An old calendar dated back from 1987. It looks like there's something Floyd | scribbled on the page hanging open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "read calendar" | ||||
Floyd | `Don't forget McHugh's hat.' Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser asks, "?" | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "take calendar" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Small kitchen.. It has tacky furnishings from the 1950s to Floyd | mid-70's. A grease-stained refrigerator takes up what little walking Floyd | space there actually is. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Hallway Floyd | You are in a cramped hallway. There are several framed photos on Floyd | the wall some of whom you recognize as family members with the others Floyd | being too old for you to remember. The kitchen is to the east with Floyd | other rooms lying to the north and south. The door to the back porch Floyd | is to the west. Floyd | You see the first photograph, the second photograph, the third Floyd | photograph, and the fourth photograph here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Ellison looks up his Coast House comment on the IF Ratings site: | |||
| Ellison | I found myself wishing that room and object descriptions gave backstory like in "Hollywood Hijinx," which would then make later plot developments seem that much more interesting. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. | ||||
| Ellison says, "so pretend this is Hollywood Hijinx!" | ||||
| Limax says, "Heh" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x first" | ||||
Floyd | The first photograph is of your grandfather and seems to have been Floyd | taken prior to him going off to World War II. Your Grandfather is Floyd | standing tall in his new Army uniform, you guess he's no more than Floyd | seventeen years old. His face is beaming with youthful pride and Floyd | excitement but with an underlying nervousness. Behind him is the old Floyd | house that once stood on this property. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x old house" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any old house here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x second" | ||||
Floyd | Another photograph of your young Grandfather in his army uniform, this Floyd | time with your Grandmother at his side. She has short hair in this Floyd | photo with no signs of aging. You briefly pause to appreciate the odd Floyd | sensation of looking at pictures of persons long deceased who look Floyd | younger and healthier than yourself. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x third" | ||||
Floyd | Your Grandmother, with longer hair, with her arms around several other Floyd | girls at the beach. One of them you think is your aunt based on the Floyd | strong family resemblance, but you can't be sure. The photographer's Floyd | shadow has snuck into the bottom of the picture; a man wearing a Floyd | cowboy hat. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Another mention of a hat." | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x fourth" | ||||
Floyd | Your Grandfather, older now.. obviously taken after the War, is Floyd | standing next to your Grandmother holding their first child - your Floyd | mother Gwen Sorich. Your Grandfather has a beard in this photo and Floyd | early streaks of gray. His eyes are not as exuberant as in the first Floyd | photo, he looks guarded and weary. Your Grandmother is looking away Floyd | while your Grandfather looks straight at the camera. Your Mom looks Floyd | as goofy as ever. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Hallway Floyd | You are in a cramped hallway. The kitchen is to the east with Floyd | other rooms lying to the north and south. The door to the back porch Floyd | is to the west. Floyd | You see the first photograph, the second photograph, the third Floyd | photograph, and the fourth photograph here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax exclaims, "It's the hat club!" | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of white fishing boots (being worn), a small key, a Floyd | bag, a keyrack, a piece of withered meat, and a calendar. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "We can't join yet." | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | The Small Room Floyd | This tiny room contains little more than a commode and a sink, the Floyd | less glamorous side of the house. The bathtub had been removed years Floyd | ago leaving only a small, unfinished space. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x sink" | ||||
Floyd | The bowl of the sink long ago gave up it's white brilliance to rusty Floyd | calcium deposits. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Tale arrives, full of fun and funk. | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "turn on sink" | ||||
Floyd | The sink isn't important. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x commode" | ||||
Floyd | Why do people feel compelled to look into toilets? What were you Floyd | really hoping to find? Let's just say that after ten years of Floyd | non-use, the toilet has dark calcium stains from the stagnant coastal Floyd | water collected at the bottom of the bowl. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Woo" | |||
| Limax says, "Too bad the sink didn't have a description" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Hallway Floyd | You see the first photograph, the second photograph, the third Floyd | photograph, and the fourth photograph here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Grandparent's Room Floyd | You are in your grandparents old room. There is an antique bed Floyd | along the south wall dressed with cheap sheets and pillows. A Floyd | sun-stained small carpet covers the floor in the center. Along the Floyd | east wall there is a wooden dresser and a matching nightstand. Floyd | Sitting on the nightstand is a photo of Grandma. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x photo" | ||||
Floyd | This was the last picture taken of your grandmother. She is sitting Floyd | alone on the cement stairs at the front of the house looking quite Floyd | frail. Her tired smile and weary look makes you think she must have Floyd | known she didn't have much time left. You notice she's wearing an Floyd | ornate silver locket that you had never noticed her wearing during Floyd | your visits together. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Hmm." | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x carpet" | ||||
Floyd | The rug is multi-colored with circular patterns that would look tacky Floyd | anywhere but a coast house owned by your grandparents. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "look under rug" | ||||
Floyd | The sun-stained carpet isn't important. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x bed" | ||||
Floyd | This ornate bed seems to date back from early in the 20th century. It Floyd | smells faintly of mothballs and has generations of drool stains on Floyd | it's sheets. (At least you hope that's drool...) Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "x pattern" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "pattern". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "x patterns" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "patterns". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x dresser" | ||||
Floyd | The dresser dates back two hundred years-bought back in Mexico, it is Floyd | hand-crafted and has been a prize, and heated possession in your Floyd | family for many years-looking at it now, you don't really see why. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "open dresser" | ||||
Floyd | Opening the wooden dresser reveals Sammy Seal Water Wings and a cotton Floyd | jacket. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "take wings" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Woohoo! Your score has increased. Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x wings" | ||||
Floyd | These vinyl inflatable floats were probably bought by your Floyd | grandparents years ago to help teach your young niece to swim. They Floyd | have repeating prints of Sammy The Seal doing dives and tricks on Floyd | them. There is a small warning tag on them. Floyd | There is a small tear in one of the Water Wings. Floyd | The water wings are currently deflated. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | File to save game in > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf2" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Drat, messed up the counter." | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf3" | ||||
Floyd | File to save game in > Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "And was off by one." | |||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "read tag" | ||||
Floyd | `For ages 4-8. Provides enough flotation for a child up to 75 lbs.' Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x tear" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "tear". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "search jacket" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x jacket" | ||||
Floyd | A green cotton jacket. It looks like the one your grandfather is Floyd | wearing in some of the older photos. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "wear jacket" | ||||
Floyd | You are looking sharp now! Floyd | (First taking the cotton jacket) Floyd | Taken. Okay, you're now wearing the cotton jacket. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x nightstand" | ||||
Floyd | A handsome piece to match the dresser. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "open nightstand" | ||||
Floyd | Handsome as it is, this nightstand does not have any drawers. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "search nightstand" | ||||
Floyd | On the nightstand you see a photo of Grandma. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Grandparent's Room Floyd | You are in your grandparents old room. There is an antique bed Floyd | along the south wall dressed with cheap sheets and pillows. A Floyd | sun-stained small carpet covers the floor in the center. Along the Floyd | east wall there is a wooden dresser and a matching nightstand. Floyd | Sitting on the nightstand is a photo of Grandma. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x sheets" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "sheets". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x pillows" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "pillows". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of white fishing boots (being worn), a small key, a Floyd | bag, a keyrack, a piece of withered meat, a calendar, Sammy Seal Water Floyd | Wings, and a cotton jacket (being worn). Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Hallway Floyd | You see the first photograph, the second photograph, the third Floyd | photograph, and the fourth photograph here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You'll have to open the back door first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "open back door" | ||||
Floyd | It's locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "unlock back door with key" | ||||
Floyd | You don't need anything to unlock it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "unlock back door" | ||||
Floyd | Unlocked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You'll have to open the back door first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "open back door" | ||||
Floyd | Opened. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Back porch Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Back porch Floyd | You are in the back porch of the house. It stinks like dead Floyd | animal, though you cannot see any nearby. A small metal box about the Floyd | size of a shoebox is affixed to the wall of the house. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x wall" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "wall". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Kinda swampy side of house Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Not as swampy side of house Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Front of House Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Oh, wait." | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | Really swampy side of house Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Swampy path Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The mosquitoes feverishly attempt to use your legs for their blood Floyd | feast, but the old rubber boots protect you. Waving your hand in Floyd | front of you to keep them from roosting on your face, you continue Floyd | across the path. Floyd | Floyd | Outside Boatshed Floyd | Floyd | > | Ellison says, "hmm, that porch smell? maybe there is an old fisherman nearby" | |||
| EmacsUser says, "Haha." | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Outside Boatshed Floyd | You're standing outside the boatshed. The overgrown weeds and sand Floyd | build up around the large corrugated sliding door indicate that the Floyd | door hasn't been opened in some time. A nasty looking puddle breeding Floyd | mosquitoes lies in the middle of the path to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "unlock boatshed" | ||||
Floyd | (with the small key) Floyd | Unlocked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | Opened. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Inside Boatshed Floyd | Even in broad daylight, the interior of the boatshed gives you the Floyd | spook. The walls and rafters are covered in cobwebs and you catch Floyd | spiders and other crawling nastiness lurking in the dark spaces that Floyd | heretofore had been undisturbed for years. Your grandfather's boat is Floyd | not here - your Uncle Alexander had sold it shortly after he was put Floyd | into the rest home. Floyd | You see a sturdy tacklebox here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "take tacklebox" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "open tacklebox" | ||||
Floyd | Opening the sturdy tacklebox reveals a fish hook, a bicycle tire Floyd | repair kit, and a Daiwa baseball cap. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "fix wings" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to repair them with? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "fix wings with kit" | ||||
Floyd | With a steady hand and skills honed years ago in the Scouts, you Floyd | manage to repair the small hole in Sammy with the bicycle repair kit. Floyd | No doubt, Sammy is sea-worthy again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Tale has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | File to save game in > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf4" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x cap" | ||||
Floyd | An old baseball cap with the Daiwa logo embossed on the front. It Floyd | seems well worn - and by someone with a sweaty head at that! Someone Floyd | has scrawled their name inside the hat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "read cap" | ||||
Floyd | `McHugh' Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "wear hat" | ||||
Floyd | (First taking the Daiwa baseball cap) Floyd | You've already got your hands full. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of white fishing boots (being worn), a small key, a Floyd | bag, a keyrack, a piece of withered meat, a calendar, Sammy Seal Water Floyd | Wings, a cotton jacket (being worn), and a sturdy tacklebox. The Floyd | sturdy tacklebox seems to contain a fish hook, a bicycle tire repair Floyd | kit, and a Daiwa baseball cap. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "wear wings" | ||||
Floyd | There is no way the Sammy Seal Water Wings will fit over the jacket. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "put key on keyrack" | ||||
Floyd | There's no good surface on the keyrack. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "drop keyrack" | ||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "put key in bag" | ||||
Floyd | Done. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "put meat in bag" | ||||
Floyd | Done. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "put calendar in bag" | ||||
Floyd | You can't fit that in the bag. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of white fishing boots (being worn), a bag, a Floyd | calendar, Sammy Seal Water Wings, a cotton jacket (being worn), and a Floyd | sturdy tacklebox. The bag seems to contain a small key and a piece of Floyd | withered meat. The sturdy tacklebox seems to contain a fish hook, a Floyd | bicycle tire repair kit, and a Daiwa baseball cap. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Inside Boatshed Floyd | Even in broad daylight, the interior of the boatshed gives you the Floyd | spook. The walls and rafters are covered in cobwebs and you catch Floyd | spiders and other crawling nastiness lurking in the dark spaces that Floyd | heretofore had been undisturbed for years. Your grandfather's boat is Floyd | not here - your Uncle Alexander had sold it shortly after he was put Floyd | into the rest home. Floyd | You see a keyrack here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "wear cap" | ||||
Floyd | (First taking the Daiwa baseball cap) Floyd | Taken. Okay, you're now wearing the Daiwa baseball cap. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x spiders" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "spiders". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "put meat on hook" | ||||
Floyd | There's no good surface on the fish hook. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "bait hook with meat" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "bait". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "put hook in meat" | ||||
Floyd | You can't put anything into the piece of withered meat. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax asks, "Is there anything on the keyrack? Or do we already have it?" | |||
| EmacsUser says, "Not that I saw." | ||||
| Limax says, "Okay" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "search keyrack" | ||||
Floyd | There's nothing in the keyrack. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Oh, it's a container" | |||
| EmacsUser exclaims, "!" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "put key in keyrack" | ||||
Floyd | Done. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Makes sense" | |||
| EmacsUser says, "So ``in,'' not ``on.''" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "take keyrack" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Outside Boatshed Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The mosquitoes feverishly attempt to use your legs for their blood Floyd | feast, but the old rubber boots protect you. Waving your hand in Floyd | front of you to keep them from roosting on your face, you continue Floyd | across the path. Floyd | Floyd | Swampy path Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Really swampy side of house Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Front of House Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. in front of house Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the harbor Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Harbor Floyd | A fisherman is sitting on an old bucket near a sink de-veining Floyd | shrimp. Floyd | `The sea buries her secrets,' mumbles the fisherman. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser asks, "Hmm, what is our goal?" | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of white fishing boots (being worn), a bag, a Floyd | calendar, Sammy Seal Water Wings, a cotton jacket (being worn), a Floyd | sturdy tacklebox, a Daiwa baseball cap (being worn), and a keyrack. Floyd | The bag seems to contain a piece of withered meat. The sturdy Floyd | tacklebox seems to contain a fish hook and a bicycle tire repair kit. Floyd | The keyrack seems to contain a small key. Floyd | The fisherman mumbles something about a north wind blowing through. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "show cap to fisherman" | ||||
Floyd | The fisherman looks at the hat long and hard for a moment before Floyd | speaking, this time quite clearly. `I never really expected to see Floyd | that hat again. I loaned it to your grandfather the last time we went Floyd | out fishing together. Your grandfather and I were once very, very Floyd | close friends. The old coot in his youth was one of the nicest, Floyd | friendliest guys you could know. Everything changed after we got back Floyd | from the war. He pulled away from us all for years. Only in the last Floyd | few years of your grandmother's life did he seem to open up again to Floyd | us. This hat goes back to the days of our friendship, if it's all the Floyd | same to you, I'd like it when you're done - if it's no trouble.' Floyd | The fisherman continues to slice through the backs of shrimp Floyd | flinging the offal into the water where it's quickly snarfed by Floyd | hardheads. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser asks, "Should we give him the cap?" | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "ask fisherman about grandfather" | ||||
Floyd | `George Sorich and I grew up practically brothers. Both of us had Floyd | to work on the harbor emptying nets, neither of our parents could Floyd | afford to hire much help. South was much different then. He was a Floyd | good mam, but got too stubborn for his own good. Dwelled too much on Floyd | the past - wasn't was good for him.' Floyd | The fisherman pauses, wipes sweat from his lined forehead, sighs Floyd | heavily, and resumes carving the shrimp. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "ask fisherman about grandmother" | ||||
Floyd | `Lovely woman she was, and made the best fried shrimp y'ever had as Floyd | well! Probably the sweetest woman I ever met. Having her husband Floyd | away during the war was hard on her, Hell, on everyone!' Floyd | `Squall of '67 blew down the whole town,' mumbles the fisherman. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "give cap to fisherman" | ||||
Floyd | McHugh looks sentimental as he takes the hat. He admires it closely Floyd | and then says, `You know, I believe I have something for you too. Are Floyd | you going to be in town for awhile? Yes? Well, then, I'll be back in Floyd | a hour or so with something you may find interesting. I'll know where Floyd | to find you.' With that thought, the fisherman grabs his belongings Floyd | and walks away. Floyd | Floyd | Woohoo! Your score has increased. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "full score" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "full". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | In a total of 239 turns, you have achieved a score of 30 points out of Floyd | a possible 50. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "The collapsing slab remains to be dealt with...." | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a pair of white fishing boots (being worn), a bag, a Floyd | calendar, Sammy Seal Water Wings, a cotton jacket (being worn), a Floyd | sturdy tacklebox, and a keyrack. The bag seems to contain a piece of Floyd | withered meat. The sturdy tacklebox seems to contain a fish hook and Floyd | a bicycle tire repair kit. The keyrack seems to contain a small key. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the harbor Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. in front of house Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Front of House Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "drop all" | ||||
Floyd | pair of white fishing boots: (Taking off the pair of white fishing Floyd | boots first) Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | bag: Dropped. Floyd | calendar: Dropped. Floyd | Sammy Seal Water Wings: Dropped. Floyd | cotton jacket: (Taking off the cotton jacket first) Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | sturdy tacklebox: Dropped. Floyd | keyrack: Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "wear wings" | ||||
Floyd | The Sammy Seal Water Wings need to be inflated first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "inflate wings" | ||||
Floyd | You take a deep breath and blow hard into the air nipples on the Sammy Floyd | Seal Water Wings. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | You take a deep breath and blow hard into the air nipples on the Sammy Floyd | Seal Water Wings. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x wings" | ||||
Floyd | These vinyl inflatable floats were probably bought by your Floyd | grandparents years ago to help teach your young niece to swim. They Floyd | have repeating prints of Sammy The Seal doing dives and tricks on Floyd | them. There is a small warning tag on them. Floyd | There is a small rubber patch on one of the wings. Floyd | The water wings are currently inflated. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "wear wings" | ||||
Floyd | (First taking the Sammy Seal Water Wings) Floyd | Taken. Okay, you're now wearing the Sammy Seal Water Wings. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | Limax says, "Whoa... nipples..." | |||
Floyd | Beach Road.. in front of house Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the harbor Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the boatramp Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Oh, wait, it was due east of the house." | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the harbor Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. in front of house Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Entrance to Fishing Pier Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Ignoring the warnings, you boldly start down the pier... Floyd | Floyd | The waves splash around you shooting up through the planks, the Floyd | foamy spray offering temporary relief from the Texas heat. You pause Floyd | gripping the remaining guardrail with your hands and the planks with Floyd | your toes. With this cat like grip, you slowly inch your way to the Floyd | end of the pier. Floyd | Floyd | End of Fishing Pier Floyd | You see an old house key here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "take key" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax exclaims, "Another key!" | |||
| Limax says, "Maybe the key is to find keys" | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "Naw, we left this one behind." | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Clinging to the rail, you humbly inch your way back towards land. Floyd | Entrance to Fishing Pier Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. in front of house Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Front of House Floyd | You see a pair of white fishing boots, a bag, a calendar, a cotton Floyd | jacket, a sturdy tacklebox, and a keyrack here. The bag seems to Floyd | contain a piece of withered meat. The sturdy tacklebox seems to Floyd | contain a fish hook and a bicycle tire repair kit. The keyrack seems Floyd | to contain a small key. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "put key in keyrack" | ||||
Floyd | You can't fit that in the keyrack. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "drop key" | ||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. in front of house Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Entrance to Fishing Pier Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Ignoring the warnings, you boldly start down the pier... Floyd | Floyd | The waves splash around you shooting up through the planks, the Floyd | foamy spray offering temporary relief from the Texas heat. You pause Floyd | gripping the remaining guardrail with your hands and the planks with Floyd | your toes. With this cat like grip, you slowly inch your way to the Floyd | end of the pier. Floyd | Floyd | End of Fishing Pier Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "down" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | You put down all your stuff, take a deep breath, pinch your nose Floyd | shut and.... Floyd | Splash! Floyd | The coastal waters envelop you. The taste of the salty water makes Floyd | you grimace, not to mention the stinging effect it has on your eyes! Floyd | Instinctively you start kicking towards the surface where you start Floyd | gasp for air. Did I forget to mention earlier that you're not the Floyd | strongest swimmer? Floyd | You felt ridiculous putting them on, but now the water wings are Floyd | paying off. Their buoyancy gives you the extra boost you need to Floyd | dog-paddle towards the lost section of pier. Floyd | Floyd | Under the Lost Pier Floyd | You are now bobbing in the Gulf's rolling long swells; your patched Floyd | Sammy the Seal wings helping you to stay afloat. Above you is the Floyd | remains of the original end of the pier supported by old wooden poles Floyd | covered with barnacles and starfish. Wedged into the supports is the Floyd | wreckage of a small fishing boat. It must have blown into the pier Floyd | during the last storm. The shoreline is visible to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x boat" | ||||
Floyd | Only a small portion of the bow remains above water. While you're not Floyd | a boating expert, you would guess that the boat is about 19-feet long, Floyd | give or take a few inches now missing from it's hull. Most of the Floyd | contents of the boat seem to have been salvaged or sank long ago, but Floyd | the water is so murky it really is hard to tell. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "dive" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "dive". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "down" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know... sharks could be beneath the surface, and you can't Floyd | hold your breath very long. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "g" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know... sharks could be beneath the surface, and you can't Floyd | hold your breath very long. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "enter boat" | ||||
Floyd | Didn't you see JAWS? Bad idea! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Nothing but miles of water in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Heh" | |||
| EmacsUser asks, "Ideas on what to do here?" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Under the Lost Pier Floyd | You are now bobbing in the Gulf's rolling long swells; your patched Floyd | Sammy the Seal wings helping you to stay afloat. Above you is the Floyd | remains of the original end of the pier supported by old wooden poles Floyd | covered with barnacles and starfish. Wedged into the supports is the Floyd | wreckage of a small fishing boat. It must have blown into the pier Floyd | during the last storm. The shoreline is visible to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "up" | ||||
Floyd | You give a half-hearted attempt quickly realizing you'd rip your hands Floyd | to shreds on the barnacles if you tried to climb any of the supports. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "push boat" | ||||
Floyd | Pushing the half-sunken boat doesn't do anything. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax asks, "Did you find a key?" | |||
| EmacsUser says, "We have the house key and the boatshed key so far." | ||||
| Limax asks, "And did we examine the pier also?" | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "enter boat" | ||||
Floyd | Didn't you see JAWS? Bad idea! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x pier" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any pier here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x poles" | ||||
Floyd | The supports extend up about 8-feet above you holding up the sad Floyd | remains of the original end of the pier. They are made of some dark Floyd | wood and are covered with barnacles. As the middle of the pier has Floyd | washed away, their main function now is to give the local heron a Floyd | place to roost. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x heron" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "heron". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x nest" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "nest". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x barnacles" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "barnacles". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "x roost" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "roost". Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser asks, "North, maybe?" | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Nothing but miles of water in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Bobbing like a wounded manatee, you gradually make your way towards Floyd | shore. Floyd | Boat Ramp Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Boat Ramp Floyd | A small driveway descends into the murky green water of the Texas Floyd | Gulf. Above the land, scores of black bugs scurry out of your way Floyd | disappearing into crevices you didn't even notice. In the shallow Floyd | part of the water you can see the ghostly images of small fish and Floyd | crabs darting just under the surface. Several tires are securely Floyd | fastened against the ramp wall to prevent boats from bumping against Floyd | the breakwater. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "take tire" | ||||
Floyd | The old tires aren't important. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Hmm. So locked mansion, collapsing grave, and sunken boat." | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the boatramp Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the harbor Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Harbor Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Harbor Floyd | You remember stories your grandfather would tell you about Dalton Floyd | Harbor back in his day - the shrimp industry supported the town and Floyd | boats could be seen leaving early in the morning with seagulls Floyd | circling closely overhead as their nets were drawn up. Now, however, Floyd | one would uses the term harbor loosely when viewing this small dock. Floyd | Today's harbor is nothing more than a couple of rotted wooden poles Floyd | being used to tie old shrimp boats against. The shrimp boats hardly Floyd | look seaworthy with their hulls scraped and their nets faded and Floyd | tattered. A small A-shaped sign offers tourist bargains. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x poles" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any poles here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x boats" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any boats here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x boat" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any boat here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x sign" | ||||
Floyd | The sign seems to be hand-painted, and badly at that. Guessing by the Floyd | amount of wear and seagull guano around it's edges, one could probably Floyd | call it authentic... or junk.. or both. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "read sign" | ||||
Floyd | Captain McHugh's Scenic Bay Tours! $40 Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the harbor Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the boatramp Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. out yonder Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the boatramp Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the harbor Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. in front of house Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Front of House Floyd | You see a pair of white fishing boots, a bag, a calendar, a cotton Floyd | jacket, a sturdy tacklebox, a keyrack, and an old house key here. The Floyd | bag seems to contain a piece of withered meat. The sturdy tacklebox Floyd | seems to contain a fish hook and a bicycle tire repair kit. The Floyd | keyrack seems to contain a small key. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "take all" | ||||
Floyd | pair of white fishing boots: Taken. Floyd | bag: Taken. Floyd | calendar: Taken. Floyd | cotton jacket: Taken. Floyd | sturdy tacklebox: Taken. Floyd | keyrack: Taken. Floyd | old house key: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have Sammy Seal Water Wings (being worn), a pair of white fishing Floyd | boots, a bag, a calendar, a cotton jacket, a sturdy tacklebox, a Floyd | keyrack, and an old house key. The bag seems to contain a piece of Floyd | withered meat. The sturdy tacklebox seems to contain a fish hook and Floyd | a bicycle tire repair kit. The keyrack seems to contain a small key. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x kit" | ||||
Floyd | Despite it's age, the contents all seem to be intact. According to Floyd | the label, the bicycle tire repair kit is a must have for anyone Floyd | taking on the open road on two wheels. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x bag" | ||||
Floyd | An old Piggly Wiggly grocey bag. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x tacklebox" | ||||
Floyd | Unlike most of the other items around the property, the hot sun and Floyd | salty air has done nothing to tarnish the quality of this fine Floyd | tacklebox. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "I recognize that brand" | |||
| EmacsUser asks, "Oh?" | ||||
| Limax says, "Piggly Wiggly was in something else I read/saw, but I can't remember what" | ||||
| Limax says, "Besides being a character in Chicke LIttle" | ||||
| Limax says, "Chicken" | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "x tackle box" | ||||
Floyd | Unlike most of the other items around the property, the hot sun and Floyd | salty air has done nothing to tarnish the quality of this fine Floyd | tacklebox. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Huh. I've never heard of it before, but Google says there are many locations in the southeast US." | |||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "fish hook" | ||||
Floyd | There's no verb in that sentence! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "x fish hook" | ||||
Floyd | Despite it's small size, no doubt with the right bait you could land a Floyd | fine herring. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser asks, "Hi, Jacqueline. Is your connection better now?" | |||
| Jacqueline says, "Yes. But only because I'm now on the computer that is hardwired. Maga was using it for More Important Things (TM) earlier." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I'm not sure what's up with the network." | ||||
| Jacqueline says, "I'm going to #networking to ask about that now, actually." | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "Hmm. Okay." | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cf4" | ||||
Floyd | File to save game in > Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Front of House Floyd | You stand before the small coast house where you used to go on Floyd | summer vacations with your parents when you were young. A weathered Floyd | fence which has long since given up it's white paint to hot Texas sun Floyd | and salty coastal air surrounds the property. To the east lies Beach Floyd | Street, as old as the town itself, separating the property from harbor Floyd | and the bay. Across the road to the east you can make out the remains Floyd | of the Dalton Fishing Pier and Dalton Harbor. The old house itself is Floyd | to the west, facing the water like it has for the last 100 years. Floyd | Though you are shin deep in weeds, you can make out a small path that Floyd | winds around the house to the northwest and southwest. Crumbling Floyd | cement stairs lead up to the porch of the house. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "look under stairs" | ||||
Floyd | There's nothing under the stairs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. in front of house Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. north side of town Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. north side of town Floyd | The northern entrance to the town, from this vantage point you have Floyd | a nice view of bleak scenery. Down the hill you can make out the Floyd | modest houses that make up Dalton, the old harbor, fishing pier, and Floyd | the Gulf of Mexico stretching out beneath gray clouds to the east. Floyd | The road travels off some distance to the north, with not a whole lot Floyd | between where you stand and Houston some 300 miles away. To the west Floyd | lies a small driveway leading towards the largest house in Dalton. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Outside Dalton Mansion Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Outside Dalton Mansion Floyd | While not necessarily a mansion by modern standards, the structure Floyd | was one of the first houses in the area to have such modern Floyd | conveniences as indoor plumbing. The two-story house is freshly Floyd | painted - a stark contrast to the rest of the dwellings in the area. Floyd | The front door has a brass placard and there is a small stone memorial Floyd | nearby. The path back to the road is off to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You'll have to open the mansion door first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "unlock door" | ||||
Floyd | (with the old house key) Floyd | It doesn't fit the lock. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "unlock door with small key" | ||||
Floyd | It doesn't fit the lock. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Didn't think so." | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. north side of town Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have Sammy Seal Water Wings (being worn), a pair of white fishing Floyd | boots, a bag, a calendar, a cotton jacket, a sturdy tacklebox, a Floyd | keyrack, and an old house key. The bag seems to contain a piece of Floyd | withered meat. The sturdy tacklebox seems to contain a fish hook and Floyd | a bicycle tire repair kit. The keyrack seems to contain a small key. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "version" | ||||
Floyd | The Coast House Floyd | by Stephen Newton and Dan Newton Floyd | Version 1.0 Floyd | Copyright 2001 - released as freeware for the 2001 Interactive Fiction Floyd | Contest. Floyd | Developed with TADS, the Text Adventure Development System. Floyd | Type 'CREDITS' for behind the scenes tidbits. Floyd | New players may find 'INSTRUCTIONS' helpful. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "instructions" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | HOW TO PLAY Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In an adventure game, you play by typing commands that describe what Floyd | you want to do. Unfortunately, the game isn't as smart as you are, so Floyd | it can't understand nearly as many sentences as a person could. Floyd | You'll type things like the following: Floyd | Floyd | GO NORTH Floyd | NORTH Floyd | N Floyd | UP Floyd | TAKE THE BOX Floyd | PUT THE FLOPPY DISK INTO THE BOX Floyd | REPAIR THE LAMP WITH THE GLUE Floyd | CLOSE BOX Floyd | LOOK AT DISK Floyd | TAKE DISK OUT OF BOX Floyd | LOOK IN BOX Floyd | WEAR THE CONICAL HAT Floyd | TAKE OFF HAT Floyd | CLOSE BOX Floyd | TURN ON THE LANTERN Floyd | RING BELL Floyd | PUSH BUTTON Floyd | TURN KNOB Floyd | EAT COOKIE Floyd | DRINK MILK Floyd | READ NEWSPAPER Floyd | LOOK THROUGH WINDOW Floyd | UNLOCK DOOR WITH KEY Floyd | CLIMB UP THE LADDER Floyd | TURN THE KNOB Floyd | JUMP Floyd | GET IN THE CAR Floyd | GET OUT OF THE CAR Floyd | GET ON THE HORSE Floyd | GIVE WAND TO WIZARD Floyd | ASK WIZARD ABOUT WAND Floyd | SHOW SWORD TO WIZARD Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | OTHER CHARACTERS Floyd | Floyd | You may encounter other characters in the game. You can interact in Floyd | certain ways with these characters. For example, you can GIVE things Floyd | to them, SHOW things to them and even attack them (although this is a Floyd | non-violent game, so you shouldn't expect to solve any of your Floyd | problems this way). In addition, you can ask characters about things: Floyd | Floyd | ASK WIZARD ABOUT WAND Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | SPECIAL COMMANDS Floyd | Floyd | The game understands several special commands that you can use to Floyd | control the game. You can use these commands at any prompt. Floyd | Floyd | AGAIN or G: Repeats your last command. If your last input line was Floyd | composed of several commands, only the last command on the line is Floyd | repeated. Floyd | Floyd | CREDITS: Show a list of the people that developed this game. Floyd | Floyd | INVENTORY or I: Shows the list of items you are carrying. Floyd | Floyd | LOOK or L: Shows the full description of your location. Floyd | Floyd | NOTIFY: Tells the game whether you want to be notified of score Floyd | changes when they happen. When the game starts, NOTIFY is turned on, Floyd | so you will see a message whenever you do something that changes your Floyd | score. If you'd prefer not to see these messages, type NOTIFY. (If Floyd | you later change your mind, typing NOTIFY again will turn notification Floyd | back on.) Floyd | Floyd | OOPS: Allows you to correct the spelling of a word in the last Floyd | command. You can use OOPS when the game displays this complaint: "I Floyd | don't know the word ." Immediately after this message, you can type Floyd | OOPS followed by the corrected spelling of the misspelled word. You Floyd | can only type one word after OOPS, so this command doesn't allow you Floyd | to correct certain types of errors, such as when you run two words Floyd | together without a spce. Floyd | Floyd | QUIT: Stops the game, and returns you to your operating system. Floyd | Floyd | RESTART: Starts the game over from the beginning. Floyd | Floyd | RESTORE: Restores a position previously saved with the SAVE command. Floyd | Floyd | SAVE: Stores the current state of the game in a disk file, so that Floyd | you can come back to the same place later (with the RESTORE command). Floyd | Floyd | SCORE: Shows you your current score, the maximum possible score, and Floyd | the number of turns you have taken so far. Floyd | Floyd | SCRIPT: Starts writing everything you see on the screen (your Floyd | commands and the game's responses) to a disk file. The game will ask Floyd | you for a filename to be used for the transcript; you should select a Floyd | filename that does not yet exist on your disk, because if you use an Floyd | existing filename, data in the file will be destroyed. Use the Floyd | UNSCRIPT command to stop making the transcript. Floyd | Floyd | TERSE: Tells the game that you wish to see only short descriptions of Floyd | locations you have already seen when you enter them. This is the Floyd | default mode. See also the VERBOSE command. Floyd | Floyd | UNDO: Take back the last command. This can be used multiple times to Floyd | take back a series of commands in sequence. The number of commands Floyd | that you can undo at any given time varies, but you can generally undo Floyd | over a hundred commands. Floyd | Floyd | UNSCRIPT: Turns off the transcript being made with the SCRIPT Floyd | command. Floyd | Floyd | VERBOSE: Tells the game to show you the full description of every Floyd | location you enter, whether or not you have seen the description Floyd | before. By default, the game will show you the full description of a Floyd | location only when you first enter it, and will show you the short Floyd | description each time you enter the location thereafter. Of course, Floyd | you can get a full description at any time by typing LOOK. See also Floyd | the TERSE command. Floyd | Floyd | VERSION: Shows you the current version of the game. Floyd | Floyd | WAIT or Z: Causes game time to pass. When the game is waiting for Floyd | you to type command, no game time passes; you can use this command to Floyd | wait for something to happen. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Gah" | |||
| EmacsUser says, "Hmm. All of the usual stuff." | ||||
| Limax asks, "Have we tried xyzzy?" | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "Sorry. I thought it might help." | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "xyzzy" | ||||
Floyd | Can you say that here? I thought that was copyrighted or Floyd | something...? Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Heh." | |||
| Limax says, "Heh" | ||||
| Limax says, "One of the better responses I've seen" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have Sammy Seal Water Wings (being worn), a pair of white fishing Floyd | boots, a bag, a calendar, a cotton jacket, a sturdy tacklebox, a Floyd | keyrack, and an old house key. The bag seems to contain a piece of Floyd | withered meat. The sturdy tacklebox seems to contain a fish hook and Floyd | a bicycle tire repair kit. The keyrack seems to contain a small key. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. in front of house Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the harbor Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. in front of house Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "drop all" | ||||
Floyd | Sammy Seal Water Wings: (Taking off the Sammy Seal Water Wings first) Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | pair of white fishing boots: Dropped. Floyd | bag: Dropped. Floyd | calendar: Dropped. Floyd | cotton jacket: Dropped. Floyd | sturdy tacklebox: Dropped. Floyd | keyrack: Dropped. Floyd | old house key: Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "That's actually one of the first things I implement in my games these days" | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "wear wings" | ||||
Floyd | (First taking the Sammy Seal Water Wings) Floyd | Taken. Okay, you're now wearing the Sammy Seal Water Wings. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Entrance to Fishing Pier Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Ignoring the warnings, you boldly start down the pier... Floyd | Floyd | The waves splash around you shooting up through the planks, the Floyd | foamy spray offering temporary relief from the Texas heat. You pause Floyd | gripping the remaining guardrail with your hands and the planks with Floyd | your toes. With this cat like grip, you slowly inch your way to the Floyd | end of the pier. Floyd | Floyd | End of Fishing Pier Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "d" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | You put down all your stuff, take a deep breath, pinch your nose Floyd | shut and.... Floyd | Splash! Floyd | The coastal waters envelop you. The taste of the salty water makes Floyd | you grimace, not to mention the stinging effect it has on your eyes! Floyd | Instinctively you start kicking towards the surface where you start Floyd | gasp for air. Did I forget to mention earlier that you're not the Floyd | strongest swimmer? Floyd | You felt ridiculous putting them on, but now the water wings are Floyd | paying off. Their buoyancy gives you the extra boost you need to Floyd | dog-paddle towards the lost section of pier. Floyd | Floyd | Under the Lost Pier Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Nothing but miles of water in that direction. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Under the Lost Pier Floyd | You are now bobbing in the Gulf's rolling long swells; your patched Floyd | Sammy the Seal wings helping you to stay afloat. Above you is the Floyd | remains of the original end of the pier supported by old wooden poles Floyd | covered with barnacles and starfish. Wedged into the supports is the Floyd | wreckage of a small fishing boat. It must have blown into the pier Floyd | during the last storm. The shoreline is visible to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x boat" | ||||
Floyd | Only a small portion of the bow remains above water. While you're not Floyd | a boating expert, you would guess that the boat is about 19-feet long, Floyd | give or take a few inches now missing from it's hull. Most of the Floyd | contents of the boat seem to have been salvaged or sank long ago, but Floyd | the water is so murky it really is hard to tell. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "look under boat" | ||||
Floyd | There's nothing under the half-sunken boat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "look in boat" | ||||
Floyd | Ay matey.. could there be booty? Floyd | You find a boat hook! Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser exclaims, "Aha!" | |||
| Limax says, "That's not a key" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "take hook" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Woohoo! Your score has increased. Floyd | Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says (to Limax), "No." | |||
| Limax says, "I'm sad" | ||||
| EmacsUser asks, "What do we do with it?" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x hook" | ||||
Floyd | The forgotten boat hook is about 6 feet long and made of aluminum, Floyd | which has kept it from rusting, but it's covered with sea phelgm. It Floyd | has an dull open hook at one end, presumably for snagging ropes that Floyd | have fallen overboard. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "We hook boats. Duh" | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "clean hook" | ||||
Floyd | The boat hook looks a bit cleaner now. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Funny thing to do while floating in water under a wrecked pier" | |||
| EmacsUser says, "Haha." | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "hook boat" | ||||
Floyd | There's no verb in that sentence! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Bobbing like a wounded manatee, you gradually make your way towards Floyd | shore. Floyd | Boat Ramp Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the boatramp Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. out yonder Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the boatramp Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the harbor Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. in front of house Floyd | You see a pair of white fishing boots, a bag, a calendar, a cotton Floyd | jacket, a sturdy tacklebox, a keyrack, and an old house key here. The Floyd | bag seems to contain a piece of withered meat. The sturdy tacklebox Floyd | seems to contain a fish hook and a bicycle tire repair kit. The Floyd | keyrack seems to contain a small key. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Entrance to Fishing Pier Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Entrance to Fishing Pier Floyd | When you were a youngster, you remember this pier being a lot Floyd | longer, but that was two hurricanes ago. Mother Nature has taken the Floyd | pier and had her way with it. The pier extends out into the water but Floyd | the wood is broken and splintered farther out stopping well short of Floyd | it's original length. A second, inaccessible section of the pier is Floyd | visible even farther out; the area that connected the two having been Floyd | washed away. Floyd | On this side of the pier, only one guardrail remains, the other Floyd | lost to the elements. Choppy water splashes against the few remaining Floyd | supports beneath the pier sending plumes of water shooting up through Floyd | the planks. The constant splashes has made the planks of the pier Floyd | mossy and slick. A sign nearby advised that the pier is closed until Floyd | storm damage can be repaired. What remains of the pier extends to the Floyd | east. The service road leads away to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. in front of house Floyd | You see a pair of white fishing boots, a bag, a calendar, a cotton Floyd | jacket, a sturdy tacklebox, a keyrack, and an old house key here. The Floyd | bag seems to contain a piece of withered meat. The sturdy tacklebox Floyd | seems to contain a fish hook and a bicycle tire repair kit. The Floyd | keyrack seems to contain a small key. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the harbor Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Harbor Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Harbor Floyd | You remember stories your grandfather would tell you about Dalton Floyd | Harbor back in his day - the shrimp industry supported the town and Floyd | boats could be seen leaving early in the morning with seagulls Floyd | circling closely overhead as their nets were drawn up. Now, however, Floyd | one would uses the term harbor loosely when viewing this small dock. Floyd | Today's harbor is nothing more than a couple of rotted wooden poles Floyd | being used to tie old shrimp boats against. The shrimp boats hardly Floyd | look seaworthy with their hulls scraped and their nets faded and Floyd | tattered. A small A-shaped sign offers tourist bargains. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "No sign of our fisherman." | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the harbor Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. in front of house Floyd | You see a pair of white fishing boots, a bag, a calendar, a cotton Floyd | jacket, a sturdy tacklebox, a keyrack, and an old house key here. The Floyd | bag seems to contain a piece of withered meat. The sturdy tacklebox Floyd | seems to contain a fish hook and a bicycle tire repair kit. The Floyd | keyrack seems to contain a small key. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "take all" | ||||
Floyd | pair of white fishing boots: Taken. Floyd | bag: Taken. Floyd | calendar: Taken. Floyd | cotton jacket: You've already got your hands full. Floyd | sturdy tacklebox: You've already got your hands full. Floyd | keyrack: You've already got your hands full. Floyd | old house key: You've already got your hands full. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have Sammy Seal Water Wings (being worn), a boat hook, a pair of Floyd | white fishing boots, a bag, and a calendar. The bag seems to contain Floyd | a piece of withered meat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "drop wings" | ||||
Floyd | (Taking off the Sammy Seal Water Wings first) Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "drop boots" | ||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "drop calendar" | ||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a boat hook and a bag. The bag seems to contain a piece of Floyd | withered meat. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax asks, "Can't you wear the boots and the caot to save room?" | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "wear boots" | ||||
Floyd | (First taking the pair of white fishing boots) Floyd | Taken. Okay, you're now wearing the pair of white fishing boots. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "wear coat" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "coat". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "wear jacket" | ||||
Floyd | You are looking sharp now! Floyd | (First taking the cotton jacket) Floyd | Taken. Okay, you're now wearing the cotton jacket. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Sorry" | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. in front of house Floyd | Unevenly paved, Beach Road separates your house from the small Floyd | harbor and pier to the east. A light coat of sand blows across the Floyd | pavement in lazy swirls. Beach road doesn't see much traffic. The Floyd | old family house lies to the west. The road continues up a small hill Floyd | to the north and down towards the edge of town to the south. To the Floyd | east a small service road heads towards an old fishing pier. Floyd | You see a sturdy tacklebox, a keyrack, an old house key, Sammy Seal Floyd | Water Wings, and a calendar here. The sturdy tacklebox seems to Floyd | contain a fish hook and a bicycle tire repair kit. The keyrack seems Floyd | to contain a small key. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "No, it's a good idea." | |||
| Limax says, "No, I meant that it was a jacket, not a coat" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "put wings in bag" | ||||
Floyd | You can't fit those in the bag. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "take all" | ||||
Floyd | sturdy tacklebox: Taken. Floyd | keyrack: Taken. Floyd | old house key: Taken. Floyd | Sammy Seal Water Wings: You've already got your hands full. Floyd | calendar: Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a boat hook, a bag, a pair of white fishing boots (being Floyd | worn), a cotton jacket (being worn), a sturdy tacklebox, a keyrack, an Floyd | old house key, and a calendar. The bag seems to contain a piece of Floyd | withered meat. The sturdy tacklebox seems to contain a fish hook and Floyd | a bicycle tire repair kit. The keyrack seems to contain a small key. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. in front of house Floyd | Unevenly paved, Beach Road separates your house from the small Floyd | harbor and pier to the east. A light coat of sand blows across the Floyd | pavement in lazy swirls. Beach road doesn't see much traffic. The Floyd | old family house lies to the west. The road continues up a small hill Floyd | to the north and down towards the edge of town to the south. To the Floyd | east a small service road heads towards an old fishing pier. Floyd | You see Sammy Seal Water Wings here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Wear the wings? ;)" | |||
| EmacsUser says, "Not with the jacket. But I think we're done with them." | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the harbor Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Or deosn't it go with the ... Okay" | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the boatramp Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "put wings in bag" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any wings here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says, "Nevermind :)" | ||||
| Guest1 says, "I can give it a shot" | EmacsUser says, "Guest1 is driving for a bit." | |||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the boatramp Floyd | In addition to the usual weeds and sand, this section of Beach Road Floyd | has a few road-kill crabs squished into the pavement. A small boat Floyd | ramp lies to the east. The road continues north and south. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Okay" | |||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the harbor Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Also, AFK for a bit." | |||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the harbor Floyd | The Texas heat seems to bounce right off of Beach Road. Dry Floyd | withered weeds line the sides of the street. To the east you see the Floyd | entrance to the harbor. To the north and south lie more sandy road. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "x weeds" | ||||
Floyd | They're just weeds. Maybe someday they'll be tumbleweeds. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. in front of house Floyd | You see Sammy Seal Water Wings here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. in front of house Floyd | Unevenly paved, Beach Road separates your house from the small Floyd | harbor and pier to the east. A light coat of sand blows across the Floyd | pavement in lazy swirls. Beach road doesn't see much traffic. The Floyd | old family house lies to the west. The road continues up a small hill Floyd | to the north and down towards the edge of town to the south. To the Floyd | east a small service road heads towards an old fishing pier. Floyd | You see Sammy Seal Water Wings here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. north side of town Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. north side of town Floyd | The northern entrance to the town, from this vantage point you have Floyd | a nice view of bleak scenery. Down the hill you can make out the Floyd | modest houses that make up Dalton, the old harbor, fishing pier, and Floyd | the Gulf of Mexico stretching out beneath gray clouds to the east. Floyd | The road travels off some distance to the north, with not a whole lot Floyd | between where you stand and Houston some 300 miles away. To the west Floyd | lies a small driveway leading towards the largest house in Dalton. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Back from RL." | |||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Houston is a pretty far walk. Probably better to stay in town. Floyd | Floyd | > | Ellison says, "gotta go" | |||
| Ellison goes back to Squeamhurst.. | ||||
| Ellison has disconnected. | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Outside Dalton Mansion Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to f), "l" | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Outside Dalton Mansion Floyd | While not necessarily a mansion by modern standards, the structure Floyd | was one of the first houses in the area to have such modern Floyd | conveniences as indoor plumbing. The two-story house is freshly Floyd | painted - a stark contrast to the rest of the dwellings in the area. Floyd | The front door has a brass placard and there is a small stone memorial Floyd | nearby. The path back to the road is off to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||||
Floyd | The door to the mansion looks to be made out of oak. It's very nice. Floyd | There's a plaque on it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x lock" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any lock here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x house" | ||||
Floyd | The two-story house is freshly painted - a stark contrast to the rest Floyd | of the dwellings in the area. The front door has a brass plaquard and Floyd | there is a small stone memorial nearby. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "x placard" | ||||
Floyd | A small brass placard that has notes about visiting hours for the Floyd | mansion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says, ".. floyd read it" | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "read it" | ||||
Floyd | `Mansion closed for restoration. Please come visit us in the Spring.' Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | It's locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "x memorial" | ||||
Floyd | The simple stone memorial has an old picture of Col. Clyde Dalton Floyd | along with a colorful biography. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "read bio" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "bio". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "read biography" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "biography". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "read memorial" | ||||
Floyd | `The house on this property was built by town co-founder Col. Clyde Floyd | Beauregard Dalton in 1933. Clyde Dalton was born in 1898, the second Floyd | of two children from Beauregard and Esther Lynn Dalton, wealthy cattle Floyd | ranchers from Lubbock, Texas. Clyde and his brother, Claude, came to Floyd | what was then known as Port Dietrich in 1922. From an inheritance Floyd | left by their parents, Claude opened a meat-packing plant while Clyde Floyd | began investing money to local businesses. The meat-packing plant and Floyd | the businesses funded by Clyde helped the growth of Port Dietrich. In Floyd | 1925, the increasing port population and growth of the economy, Floyd | despite nationwide depression, made Port Dietrich eligible for "town" Floyd | status. With considerable influence from the Dalton brothers, Port Floyd | Dietrich was renamed "Dalton." Claude left the Dalton estate in 1930. Floyd | Clyde Dalton, an influential Board member and businessman himself, Floyd | remained. Clyde Dalton passed in 1949 and is buried in Dalton Floyd | Cemetery.' Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Outside Dalton Mansion Floyd | While not necessarily a mansion by modern standards, the structure Floyd | was one of the first houses in the area to have such modern Floyd | conveniences as indoor plumbing. The two-story house is freshly Floyd | painted - a stark contrast to the rest of the dwellings in the area. Floyd | The front door has a brass placard and there is a small stone memorial Floyd | nearby. The path back to the road is off to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. north side of town Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. in front of house Floyd | You see Sammy Seal Water Wings here. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser asks, "Am I correct in summarizing what we've yet to figure out: several inventory items, the locket, the mansion, the cemetery, and what the fisherman went to get?" | |||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Front of House Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "look" | ||||
Floyd | Front of House Floyd | You stand before the small coast house where you used to go on Floyd | summer vacations with your parents when you were young. A weathered Floyd | fence which has long since given up it's white paint to hot Texas sun Floyd | and salty coastal air surrounds the property. To the east lies Beach Floyd | Street, as old as the town itself, separating the property from harbor Floyd | and the bay. Across the road to the east you can make out the remains Floyd | of the Dalton Fishing Pier and Dalton Harbor. The old house itself is Floyd | to the west, facing the water like it has for the last 100 years. Floyd | Though you are shin deep in weeds, you can make out a small path that Floyd | winds around the house to the northwest and southwest. Crumbling Floyd | cement stairs lead up to the porch of the house. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Oh, and the dead smell." | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | In a total of 384 turns, you have achieved a score of 40 points out of Floyd | a possible 50. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Front Porch Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Front Porch Floyd | The deck of this house seems to be of newer construction than the Floyd | rest. As a younger child you remember sitting on the deck chairs and Floyd | telling ghost stories long into the night while watching the boats Floyd | sway in the harbor. A deteriorating plastic lawn chair remains as a Floyd | reminder of those days. The sliding glass door to enter the house is Floyd | to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "x chair" | ||||
Floyd | One of Walmart's finest, a single piece of molded plastic; perfect for Floyd | giving someone a sore ass while they scope out the water. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says, "Excellent description. Hehe" | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | You'll have to open the sliding glass door first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | It's locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "unlock door" | ||||
Floyd | (with the old house key) Floyd | Unlocked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "open it" | ||||
Floyd | The door slides open with some effort. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Den Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Den Floyd | Standing in this room conjures shadows of your summer vacations as Floyd | a youth. A giant air conditioner is mounted into the north wall, next Floyd | to a small utility closet. In the opposite corner there is a small Floyd | television with a rocking chair facing it. The kitchen is to the Floyd | west, the sliding glass door to the porch is east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "x air" | ||||
Floyd | Ah, they don't make them like they used to. This giant wall-mounted Floyd | hulk of an air conditioner had the prime responsibility of cooling Floyd | down the entire house. You remember your uncles always fretting that Floyd | it was going to give out at any moment and then the house would be Floyd | doomed. Standing now in the sweltering heat of the abandoned house Floyd | you can appreciate why they were so worried! Floyd | The behemoth air conditioner pumps out cool air in laborious grunts. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "x closet" | ||||
Floyd | The utility closet is open. There's nothing in the utility closet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "x tv" | ||||
Floyd | The evenings from your childhood summers that didn't take place Floyd | sitting on the porch took place watching this television. As the Floyd | nearest broadcasting station was 60 miles away station the images were Floyd | usually just scratchy ghosts. The TV has long gone silent and can now Floyd | basically be considered merely a bulky paperweight with fake wooden Floyd | paneling. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "x paneling" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "paneling". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "x rocking" | ||||
Floyd | Which rocking do you mean, the rocking chair, or the chair cushion? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "both" | ||||
Floyd | rocking chair: An old rocking chair with a small foamy cushion for Floyd | marginal comfort. Floyd | chair cushion: You poke the cushion... it might be comfortable Floyd | enough to get you through one movie, but not a marathon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "look under cushion" | ||||
Floyd | The chair cushion isn't important. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Kitchen Floyd | Small kitchen.. It has tacky furnishings from the 1950s to Floyd | mid-70's. A grease-stained refrigerator takes up what little walking Floyd | space there actually is. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "x fridge" | ||||
Floyd | Small white refrigerator. Probably hasn't been turned on since Reagan Floyd | was president. Floyd | The refrigerator is currently closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "open it" | ||||
Floyd | Opened. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "x it" | ||||
Floyd | Small white refrigerator. Probably hasn't been turned on since Reagan Floyd | was president. Floyd | The refrigerator is currently open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "look in it" | ||||
Floyd | There's nothing in the refrigerator. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "furnishings" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "furnishings". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Den Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Den Floyd | Standing in this room conjures shadows of your summer vacations as Floyd | a youth. A giant air conditioner is mounted into the north wall, next Floyd | to a small utility closet. In the opposite corner there is a small Floyd | television with a rocking chair facing it. The kitchen is to the Floyd | west, the sliding glass door to the porch is east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Front Porch Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Front Porch Floyd | The deck of this house seems to be of newer construction than the Floyd | rest. As a younger child you remember sitting on the deck chairs and Floyd | telling ghost stories long into the night while watching the boats Floyd | sway in the harbor. A deteriorating plastic lawn chair remains as a Floyd | reminder of those days. The sliding glass door to enter the house is Floyd | to the west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Front of House Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | Not as swampy side of house Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Not as swampy side of house Floyd | Still shin deep in weeds. The small path that circles the house Floyd | leads off to the northeast and northwest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | Kinda swampy side of house Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Kinda swampy side of house Floyd | You stand shin deep in weeds and ankle deep in mud with the back Floyd | porch of the old house to the east. The screen door to the old back Floyd | porch sways noisily on rusted hinges. The small path that circles the Floyd | house towards the northeast and southeast. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "x screen" | ||||
Floyd | The back porch was actually a separate addition to the house a few Floyd | years after the last construction. The screen door doesn't seem to be Floyd | doing a good job of keeping out the mosquitoes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Really swampy side of house Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Really swampy side of house Floyd | You stand shin deep in weeds and ankle deep in mud. A small trail Floyd | towards the old boat shed goes off to the north, and the small path Floyd | that circles the house continues to the southeast and southwest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Swampy path Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Swampy path Floyd | The ground squishes beneath your feet as you walk the old path to Floyd | the boatshed. The air swarms around you as the mosquitoes grow Floyd | thicker with each step through the tall grass. To the south you can Floyd | see the path back to the old house. Between you and the boat shed Floyd | visible to the west lies a great puddle which seems to be the mosquito Floyd | breeding grounds. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The mosquitoes feverishly attempt to use your legs for their blood Floyd | feast, but the old rubber boots protect you. Waving your hand in Floyd | front of you to keep them from roosting on your face, you continue Floyd | across the path. Floyd | Floyd | Outside Boatshed Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Outside Boatshed Floyd | You're standing outside the boatshed. The overgrown weeds and sand Floyd | build up around the large corrugated sliding door indicate that the Floyd | door hasn't been opened in some time. A nasty looking puddle breeding Floyd | mosquitoes lies in the middle of the path to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | It's already open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "enter shed" | ||||
Floyd | Inside Boatshed Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Inside Boatshed Floyd | Even in broad daylight, the interior of the boatshed gives you the Floyd | spook. The walls and rafters are covered in cobwebs and you catch Floyd | spiders and other crawling nastiness lurking in the dark spaces that Floyd | heretofore had been undisturbed for years. Your grandfather's boat is Floyd | not here - your Uncle Alexander had sold it shortly after he was put Floyd | into the rest home. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says (to floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Outside Boatshed Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Guest1 says, "No, go ahead :)" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | The mosquitoes feverishly attempt to use your legs for their blood Floyd | feast, but the old rubber boots protect you. Waving your hand in Floyd | front of you to keep them from roosting on your face, you continue Floyd | across the path. Floyd | Floyd | Swampy path Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Really swampy side of house Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "se" | ||||
Floyd | Front of House Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. in front of house Floyd | You see Sammy Seal Water Wings here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the harbor Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a boat hook, a bag, a pair of white fishing boots (being Floyd | worn), a cotton jacket (being worn), a sturdy tacklebox, a keyrack, an Floyd | old house key, and a calendar. The bag seems to contain a piece of Floyd | withered meat. The sturdy tacklebox seems to contain a fish hook and Floyd | a bicycle tire repair kit. The keyrack seems to contain a small key. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. near the boatramp Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. out yonder Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Beach Road.. south side of town Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You take a few steps towards the south before figuring it's just way Floyd | too hot to continue. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Cemetery Gates Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Inside Cemetery Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Inside Cemetery Floyd | The Dalton Cemetery is one of the oldest fixtures of the town. To Floyd | the right of the path, you can see the cement mausoleum of the Dalton Floyd | brothers. From the looks of it, it has not been cleared of its weeds Floyd | in some time. You look around at some of the other stones, some Floyd | buried by the grass, some with dying flowers, and a few with small Floyd | American Flags hanging limply in the heat, providing just enough shade Floyd | for a few noisy crickets. A path leads deeper into the cemetery Floyd | towards the west. An old rusty gate is to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x stones" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "stones". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x mausoleum" | ||||
Floyd | For as wealthy as the Dalton's were, their tomb is not overly Floyd | spectacular. Based on it's overgrown appearance, you guess that the Floyd | Daltons don't get many visitors. If it weren't for the names and Floyd | dates carved into it's doors, it could pass for a large cement Floyd | toolshed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "read mausoleum" | ||||
Floyd | ` Claude Dalton Floyd | b. 1900 d. 1947 Floyd | Forever in our Hearts --- Floyd | Colonel Clyde Beauregard Dalton Floyd | b. 1898 d. 1949 Floyd | Town Father and World War 1' Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Misplaced ' again" | |||
| EmacsUser says, "I don't think so." | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "I think they're TeX-style quotes: ` ... '" | ||||
| Limax asks, "'For as weathy as the Dalton's were...'? That's not misplaced?" | ||||
| Limax asks, "Or the fact that it shodulnt' be there?" | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "Oh, we were talking about different things." | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "search mausoleum" | ||||
Floyd | There's nothing in the Dalton Tomb. Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Eep." | |||
| EmacsUser says, "Not quite what I meant." | ||||
| Limax says, "My left hand needs to learn how to catch up to my right hand when I'm typing" | ||||
| EmacsUser says, "Haha. I thought you were being meta." | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Inside Cemetery Floyd | The Dalton Cemetery is one of the oldest fixtures of the town. To Floyd | the right of the path, you can see the cement mausoleum of the Dalton Floyd | brothers. From the looks of it, it has not been cleared of its weeds Floyd | in some time. You look around at some of the other stones, some Floyd | buried by the grass, some with dying flowers, and a few with small Floyd | American Flags hanging limply in the heat, providing just enough shade Floyd | for a few noisy crickets. A path leads deeper into the cemetery Floyd | towards the west. An old rusty gate is to the east. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "No... I have a problem with my hands going at different speeds" | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x flowers" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "flowers". Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "Me too." | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x gate" | ||||
Floyd | The gates are indeed old and rusty. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Deep Inside Cemetery Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Deep Inside Cemetery Floyd | It would seem the deeper you travel into the cemetery, the less Floyd | maintained the graves become. Your eyes are drawn to a particular set Floyd | of graves before you. Two headstones stand before two graves - one of Floyd | which covered by a large stone grave cover. On the left lies your Floyd | grandmother, and on the right the place where your grandfather will Floyd | eventually be buried. Your grandmother's grave cover, mostly Floyd | concealed beneath sand and weeds, seems to be suffering in the humid Floyd | climate. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "cover" | ||||
Floyd | There's no verb in that sentence! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x cover" | ||||
Floyd | Some accident has caused the grave cover to break down the center! A Floyd | crevice runs about 7 inches across and nearly a foot long down the Floyd | cover breaching the sanctuary of your ancestor's earthly remains. The Floyd | entire slab seems to be slowly collapsing into the grave. You suspect Floyd | it's just a matter of time before the entire slab collapses down upon Floyd | your grandmother! Floyd | Floyd | > | EmacsUser says, "A moment of morbidity." | |||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "look in crevice" | ||||
Floyd | You're not sure if it's the cloud cover casting eerie shadows, or the Floyd | product of your over-active imagination, but as you peer into the Floyd | gloom of your Grandmother's gave you can just barely make out some Floyd | shiny object resting on a withered skeleton. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "x shiny object" | ||||
Floyd | It's hard to tell from here, but it looks like a small round silver Floyd | locket. It seems to have a small clasp so that it can be opened. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "open locket" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know how to open 'Grandma's locket'. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "take locket" | ||||
Floyd | You reach through crack in the grave cover but Grandma, and her Floyd | locket, are about 4-feet beyond your reach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a boat hook, a bag, a pair of white fishing boots (being Floyd | worn), a cotton jacket (being worn), a sturdy tacklebox, a keyrack, an Floyd | old house key, and a calendar. The bag seems to contain a piece of Floyd | withered meat. The sturdy tacklebox seems to contain a fish hook and Floyd | a bicycle tire repair kit. The keyrack seems to contain a small key. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "Ah.. it's a gave" | |||
| EmacsUser says, "No fishing line though." | ||||
| Limax says, "Use the hook" | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "take locket with hook" | ||||
Floyd | Which hook do you mean, the boat hook, or the fish hook? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| EmacsUser says (to Floyd), "boat" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Woohoo! Your score has increased. Floyd | Floyd | Reaching through the cracked grave cover with the boat hook, you Floyd | manage to snag the hook around the locket. With some subtle Floyd | maneuvering and no small amount of awkward fumbling, you manage to Floyd | wrangle the locket over the skull of your grandmother and pull it up Floyd | through the crevice! Floyd | Floyd | With nervous fingers you open the delicate clasp on the silver Floyd | locket. Inside, you see two small black and white photos: on the Floyd | left is a picture of your grandfather George Sorich and on the right Floyd | Col. Clyde Dalton! Floyd | Floyd | `So I guess now you know.' Floyd | Floyd | The sudden voice startles you! With a jump you turn about to see Floyd | the old fisherman McHugh looking at you with an odd expression of Floyd | shame and pity. `I figured you'd probably suspected something, Floyd | otherwise why would you've come? When your grandfather was away on Floyd | the war old Dalton was running the numbers on everyone in town. When Floyd | poor Eleanor couldn't afford the house payments or food for her and Floyd | her mother, old man Dalton started taking liberties. When George came Floyd | home from the war, he found his young wife carrying another man's Floyd | child.' Floyd | Floyd | You look back down at the small locket and examine the pictures Floyd | within the pendant. You take a closer look at the tiny portrait of Floyd | Dalton. A knot starts forming in your stomach as you now realize you Floyd | share a resemblance to the man - your real grandfather. Floyd | Floyd | `Yeah, well, here's what I came to give you. It's a copy of Floyd | Dalton's will. You'll see, that if you're really Gwen's oldest child, Floyd | it looks like you probably have claim the Dalton estate, what's left Floyd | of it anyway. It was passed down to his heirs, but your grandmother Floyd | was too proud to claim it. I know your grandma never wanted to touch Floyd | the money while she was alive - she never wanted your mom to know who Floyd | her real father was. I suppose your grandfather sent you out here? Floyd | He must've had his reasons...' Floyd | Floyd | You silently consider this new revelation as you look in the Floyd | direction of the Mansion. Floyd | Floyd | *** You have won.. if you can consider defiling your grandmother's Floyd | eternal rest really winning *** Floyd | Floyd | In a total of 451 turns, you have achieved a score of 50 points out of Floyd | a possible 50. Floyd | Floyd | You may restore a saved game, start over, undo the last move, or quit. Floyd | Please enter RESTORE, RESTART, UNDO, or QUIT: > | EmacsUser exclaims, "Yeep!" | |||
| Limax asks, "That was the end???" | ||||
| Limax walks slowly out of the room and into the sunset. | EmacsUser says, "I guess o." | |||
| EmacsUser says, "Er, so." | ||||
| Limax arrives, ready to play with the toys. | Limax says, "I am very dissatisfied" | |||
| Limax says, "Also, I never really knew what our purpose was" | ||||
| Guest1 smiles. | EmacsUser says, "Hmm. I guess we did wrap up everything except the dead smell." | |||
| Limax says, "Maybe that was a dead red herring" | ||||
| EmacsUser exclaims, "Well, I'm signing off. Thanks all! Happy New Years!" | ||||
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