  
ClubFloyd Transcript:
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.
To skip directly to a particular game, click on its title: |
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ToyShop & Floyditorium
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#ClubFloyd Discussion
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| Jacqueline hollers, "ClubFloyd in ten minutes... get your tea and come this way." | ||
| ChrisC arrives, full of fun and funk. | ||
| Gunther hollers, "wait, are you playing the XYZZY winners in advance??" | ||
| DavidW arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | DavidW says, "I just woke up. I don't have time to make tea." | |
| DavidW says, "Hell, I need to clean my glasses. Can barely see." | ||
| maga arrives, full of fun and funk. | DavidW says, "oh, the teapot's full of tea I made yesterday. Hurray." | |
| Jacqueline asks, "Is that a yay?" | ||
| DavidW says, "sure" | ||
| DavidW says, "I drink cold tea all the time." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Hm, I like cold tea. I'm less keen on tepid room temperature tea." | ||
| ChrisC asks, "so the ceremony is in 4 hours?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "But then, I like beer at room temp, so it's all in what you're used to." | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Chris), "Yes" | ||
| DavidW says, "Someday, when I get same-self married and marry myself, I, me, and myself will have a tea fountain at our reception." | ||
| DavidW says, "I admit tepid tea is less nice than cold or hot tea, but I drink 'em all." | ||
| djfletch arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | Jacqueline says, "heh" | |
| DavidW says (to ChrisC), "yeah, we gotta play quickly today. Feet, feet, as the French say." | ||
| DavidW says, "(that's probably spelt differently, but I just woke up and my brane is silly)" | ||
| ChrisC says, "Warning: my power is out and my battery is running low. I may not be able to stick around long." | ||
| DavidW says, "eep" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "gosh" | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "What's up?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh, no, nevermind." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I remember now." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "So, it's time." | ||
| ChrisC says (to Jacq), "such is life in a developing country" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Chris), "Right. Been there." | ||
| DavidW asks, "Someone hit me with a clue-by-four?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "So, I have a survey put together, with stuff from the Best of Speed list that's here in the Toyshop." | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "But is there anything else short that people would like to see me add to the list before we vote?" | ||
| Roger arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | DavidW says, "'Give Me Your Lunch Money' by DCSupafly." | |
| Roger says, "I really liked Tale's CYOA game that was fairly recent, if only I could remember its name" | ||
| cyberskunk arrives, full of fun and funk. | DavidW asks, "Was it Blue from Ectocomp?" | |
| genericgeekgirl arrives, full of fun and funk. | Roger says, "ah; what I mean is "The man-eating, halitosic gorilla of Brazil"" | |
| Jacqueline says, "Oh, I think we've played that." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Okay, going to post the survey." | ||
| maga says (to Roger), "we played that here, I think" | ||
| Roger asks, "Well, yeah, we have. Was this a Best of Unplayed Speed-IF?" | ||
| Jacqueline | [LINK] | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Roger), "Yeah, there are things on the Best of Speed that I didn't include in the survey because we've played them, or because they won't run on Floyd." | ||
| ChrisC says, "4 hours is short? Wow you really have been extending the time" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Chris), "No, we'd like a break in between." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "So I'd like to keep it to finishing up in a couple of hours." | ||
| DavidW says, "ok, I've voted" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "When you've voted, say so here." | ||
| Tale says, "I wasn't aware that CF happened before the xyzzys." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Timing" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Tale), "We discussed it, and decided to go for it." | ||
| DavidW says (to Tale), "Normally it doesn't, but we're keen this year." | ||
| Tale says, "I see." | ||
| ChrisC says, "Voted." | ||
| Roger exclaims, "Okay!" | ||
| maga says, "done" | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "Tale, did you vote?" | ||
| Tale says, "I did." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I think you may have. We have five votes." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Okay... one sec." | ||
| djfletch says, "I have voted at random because I don't know much about these games." | ||
| djfletch says, "except I have heard of a couple." | ||
| DavidW says, "I've played all of them, I think, but I remember some less than others." | ||
| Tale says, "the Halloween one is one I've heard of, mainly for the title I guess" | ||
| Tale arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | ||
| Johnny arrives, full of fun, but no funk. | Jacqueline says, "Maga's uploading the two games that tied for first this morning: Djibouti and Kids Don't Eat Your Halloween Candy..." | |
| Jacqueline says, "Did everyone like the way I omitted the words in that title to shorten it to one line in the survey>" | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "?" | ||
| DavidW says (to Jacqueline), "I had no opinion on that." | ||
| Jacqueline | Kids, don't eat your Halloween candy without [...] RAZOR BLADES in it [...]. | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I should have stopped there instead of tacking the last four words on." | ||
| DavidW says, "oh, now I see what you did there." | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "So, how long are these games?" | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "Should we try them both?" | ||
| DavidW says, "Selective editing like that can get people in trouble, I've heard." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Yes." | ||
| Roger disappears through an invisible gap in the MUD. You think you may have heard the sounds of chatting before the gap closed again. | Jacqueline says, "Bye, Roger." | |
| Roger says, "Sorry, schedule is closing in on me." | ||
| Roger says, "Have fun! Eat [...] razor blades." | ||
| maga says, "okay, they're up: djibouti and razorblades" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Yay. Thank you." | ||
| ChrisC exclaims, "Welp, here goes my computer. Sorry I can't stick around!" | ||
| Jacqueline exclaims, "Bye, C!" | ||
| ChrisC exclaims, "Bye!" | ||
| DavidW says (to ChrisC), "bye!" | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "So, you guys all voted for both of these. Anybody have a preference on which to play first?" | ||
| Tale says, "Now I've installed Win7, what better way to test it than a tex-based MUD." | ||
| DavidW says, "Play 'Don't eat' first." | ||
| Jacqueline says (to DW), "THat's my pref as well." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I think it will be shorter." | ||
| Tale says, "Seconded." | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "load razorblades" | ||
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 | That wacky Neil deMause! What will he think of next? Why, the last
Floyd | time you tried to visit him, you got stuck on Ellis Island for hours,
Floyd | and ended up years in the past talking to a goat. Boy, you were really
Floyd | "Lost in New York" that time (heh heh). And history seems to have
Floyd | repeated itself, because here it is Halloween, and here you are,
Floyd | wandering through the streets in the fog, looking for his apartment
Floyd | again. Sheesh.
Floyd |
Floyd | Kids, don't eat your Halloween candy without having your parents
Floyd | inspect it first because there are SICKOS out there who will put RAZOR
Floyd | BLADES in it and you will CUT YOUR MOUTH and GET A POISONED INFECTION
Floyd | and DIE, all from eating your candy early. So don't do that.: A TADS
Floyd | Adventure by Dan Shiovitz and his amazing programmable monkey
Floyd | Developed with TADS, the Text Adventure Development System.
Floyd |
Floyd | Someplace in New York
Floyd | It's a good thing it's too foggy to make out any details, because
Floyd | I've spent all of three hours in New York, and they were all at the
Floyd | airport waiting to switch flights. Still, you can make out a street
Floyd | going north (how did you get into this dead end, anyway?)
Floyd | A jack-o-lantern sits in the middle of the street to the north.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| maga says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd | You are empty-handed.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||
Floyd | You look about the same as always.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Tale says (to Floyd), "xyzzy" | ||
Floyd | I don't know the word "xyzzy".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| cyberskunk says, "yay! i like consistency" | |
| Tale says (to Floyd), "x lantern" | ||
Floyd | It seems like a pretty standard jack-o-lantern: orange pumpkiny
Floyd | goodness carved into a face, candle inside, eyes shining at you with
Floyd | demonic hate -- the usual. The only thing that's a little unusual is
Floyd | the half-burned note sticking out of its mouth.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Tale says (to Floyd), "get lantern" | ||
Floyd | You take a step or two towards the pumpkin. A sudden gust of wind
Floyd | makes the fog swirl, obscuring it for a moment despite the candle's
Floyd | glow, and then it's gone. Huh. Weeeyurd.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW says, "oh, it was co-written with a monkey? I didn't notice that before." | |
| Jacqueline asks, "Wait, so it's a programmable monkey, rather than a monkey that helps him code?" | ||
| Tale asks, "Oops, did that remove the note?" | ||
| cyberskunk says, "it was either this or that speed if about hamlet" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take note" | ||
Floyd | I don't see any note here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Tale says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd | (Undoing one command)
Floyd |
Floyd | Someplace in New York
Floyd | It's a good thing it's too foggy to make out any details, because
Floyd | I've spent all of three hours in New York, and they were all at the
Floyd | airport waiting to switch flights. Still, you can make out a street
Floyd | going north (how did you get into this dead end, anyway?)
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| cyberskunk says, "spoilers: everyone dies. great work monkey" | |
| Tale says (to Floyd), "read note" | ||
Floyd | I don't see any note here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x lantern" | ||
Floyd | I don't see any lantern here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Jacqueline asks, "Um, restart?" | |
| Tale says (to Floyd), "restart" | ||
Floyd | Are you sure you want to start over? (YES or NO) > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "y" | ||
Floyd | That wacky Neil deMause! What will he think of next? Why, the last
Floyd | time you tried to visit him, you got stuck on Ellis Island for hours,
Floyd | and ended up years in the past talking to a goat. Boy, you were really
Floyd | "Lost in New York" that time (heh heh). And history seems to have
Floyd | repeated itself, because here it is Halloween, and here you are,
Floyd | wandering through the streets in the fog, looking for his apartment
Floyd | again. Sheesh.
Floyd |
Floyd | Kids, don't eat your Halloween candy without having your parents
Floyd | inspect it first because there are SICKOS out there who will put RAZOR
Floyd | BLADES in it and you will CUT YOUR MOUTH and GET A POISONED INFECTION
Floyd | and DIE, all from eating your candy early. So don't do that.: A TADS
Floyd | Adventure by Dan Shiovitz and his amazing programmable monkey
Floyd | Developed with TADS, the Text Adventure Development System.
Floyd |
Floyd | Someplace in New York
Floyd | It's a good thing it's too foggy to make out any details, because
Floyd | I've spent all of three hours in New York, and they were all at the
Floyd | airport waiting to switch flights. Still, you can make out a street
Floyd | going north (how did you get into this dead end, anyway?)
Floyd | A jack-o-lantern sits in the middle of the street to the north.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Tale says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||
Floyd | I don't know the word "yes".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x lantern" | ||
Floyd | It seems like a pretty standard jack-o-lantern: orange pumpkiny
Floyd | goodness carved into a face, candle inside, eyes shining at you with
Floyd | demonic hate -- the usual. The only thing that's a little unusual is
Floyd | the half-burned note sticking out of its mouth.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW says, "I don't remember if you need to or not." | |
| Tale says (to Floyd), "read note" | ||
Floyd | You take a step or two towards the pumpkin. A sudden gust of wind
Floyd | makes the fog swirl, obscuring it for a moment despite the candle's
Floyd | glow, and then it's gone. Huh. Weeeyurd.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Jacqueline says, "Okay." | |
| Jacqueline says, "I figured that, but wanted to see." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I wonder how NeilD is these days." | ||
| DavidW says, "I think it shows up again." | ||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd | You walk forward into the fog.
Floyd | Someplace Else in New York
Floyd | You're still lost, but at least you know you aren't where you were
Floyd | before. So you must be, erm, someplace else. The street bends, so you
Floyd | can go either east or south.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW says, "The pumpkin I mean. I can't speak for NeilD." | |
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd | You pause for a moment as you start to walk again. Did you .. hear
Floyd | something? Nah. Couldn't be.
Floyd | A Third Place in New York
Floyd | Steadily narrowing down the options, you plan on having the whole of
Floyd | New York mapped any time now. *Including* the secret passage from the
Floyd | Kitchen to the Library. Streets lead west and north.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | |
| Tale says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||
Floyd | I don't know the word "listen".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "scream" | ||
Floyd | I don't know the word "scream".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Tale says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd | Again, you pause. There's definitely something out there. Something
Floyd | nasty. Something big. Something orange.
Floyd | A Fourth Room in New York
Floyd | Someplace else. Someplace foggy. Someplace sinister.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Jacqueline says, "Way to build tension." | |
| Tale says, "Scream is, sadly, a very underused verb." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah." | ||
| DavidW says, "so true" | ||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd | A Fourth Room in New York
Floyd | Someplace else. Someplace foggy. Someplace sinister.
Floyd |
Floyd | "Ha!" you reassure yourself "There's nothing out there! And if there
Floyd | were, it would never leap onto my back suddenly and clasp its slimy
Floyd | hands around my throat and slowly squeeze until all my life was crushed
Floyd | out. It'd just rip my chest open and feast on my entrails."
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Tale says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd | This seems to be the end of the line. Your last stand. The final
Floyd | battle. No wait out but dead man's boots.
Floyd |
Floyd | (Dramatic pause).
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Jacqueline says, "mommy" | |
| djfletch says (to Floyd), "x fog" | ||
Floyd | I don't know the word "fog".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Tale says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd | This seems to be the end of the line. Your last stand. The final
Floyd | battle. No wait out but dead man's boots.
Floyd |
Floyd | EEEAGH! FLYING DEMONIC PUMPKIN HEAD!!!
Floyd |
Floyd | When the horror finally ends, you're someplace else.
Floyd | Someplace else in New York
Floyd | Another time .. another place. Or is it? One moment seems to
Floyd | blend into another, one stretch of pavement becomes the same as any
Floyd | other. It's tough being a hard-boiled detective, tossed off the police
Floyd | force because you knew too much about the kickbacks being paid to the
Floyd | guys up top. Yeah, it's tough, on your own, in-debt and half-drunk to
Floyd | forget the pain of a broken heart. So it's a good thing you're not
Floyd | one. You're just J Random Protagonist, remember? Now go find neild's
Floyd | house. I think it's north of here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Tale says, "ha ha ha" | |
| inky arrives, full of fun and funk. | Jacqueline says, "snrk" | |
| DavidW says, "good ol' J Random." | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "Who WRITES this stuff?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh, hi inky." | ||
| inky says, "hee hee" | ||
| inky says, "it's all new to me" | ||
| DavidW points at inky. | ||
| Tale says (to inky), "Nice game...so far!" | ||
| inky asks, "I mean, this is what, like ten years old?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I don't think it says in the banner." | ||
| Tale says, "I will now assume that Robb's Hugo comp game is a homage to this." | ||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd | No, wait, I guess it's west of here. (Take *that*, fourth wall!)
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Tale says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd | You walk west, and find yourself on the doorstep of Neil's house. Your
Floyd | quest is over! ... or is it??
Floyd | Outside Neil deMause's House
Floyd | For ease of narration, his apartment got turned into a house
Floyd | sometime. Or maybe you went inside and are standing outside the door
Floyd | to his room. Whatever.
Floyd | You see a door here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Tale says (to Floyd), "x door" | ||
Floyd | It's a door. Dare ye knock? Also, the address is 1313.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW says, "ha ha" | |
| Jacqueline says, "heh" | ||
| DavidW says, "1313 Mockingbird Lane" | ||
| DavidW says, "(The Munsters' address, iirc)" | ||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "SAVE" | ||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "cf6" | ||
Floyd | File to save game in >
Floyd | Saved.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Tale says (to Floyd), "knock on door" | ||
Floyd | You knock three times: Floyd | bang! Floyd | bang! Floyd | bang! Floyd | The door sloooowly creeeeeeaks opeeeeeen.... | Jacqueline leans forward. | |
| Tale says (to Floyd), "push space" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | It's yor frend!
Floyd |
Floyd | neild invites you inside and gives you cookies.
Floyd |
Floyd | Inside Neil deMause's House/Apartment
Floyd | Depending on which path you took to get here, this is either Neil
Floyd | deMause's House or his Apartment.
Floyd | Neil deMause is here. Yaaay!
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Jacqueline laughs. | |
| inky asks, "wait, there are multiple paths?" | ||
| Tale says, "We could've taken another ... timing" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "talk to Neil" | ||
Floyd | I don't know the word "talk".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW says (to inky), "I don't think so." | |
| inky says, "I bet that isn't actually true" | ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd | You have a cookies.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask neil about cookies." | ||
Floyd | "I don't know much about that. So let me tell you about baseball
Floyd | instead." (hehehehehe see, he likes baseball hehehehe)
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| inky says, "ha ha" | |
| Tale asks, "Maybe we *can* somehow read the note?" | ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "eat cookies" | ||
Floyd | The cookies slide down your throat and you quickly are full. Also,
Floyd | "wooden wood". Ha!
Floyd | There is a sudden knocking at the door.
Floyd | "Oh no!" says neild, "It's the pumpkinhead! Lets hide!" Neil hides
Floyd | in the kitchen. You hide in the closet.
Floyd |
Floyd | Closet
Floyd | This is the closet. It has stuff in it. There is a wall. And
Floyd | another wall. Also there is a coatrack.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW says, "('wooden wood' is a jab at Detective, iirc)" | |
| Tale says (to Floyd), "neil, nice rack </juvenile>" | ||
Floyd | I don't understand the punctuation "<".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Tale says (to Floyd), "x rack" | ||
Floyd | it's made out of wood. and varnished. and nailed to the wall. and
Floyd | there, right smack in the center of it, is a HOOK
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW says, "hee hee" | |
| Johnny says, "And that way of describing eating is AGT-style." | ||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "pull hook" | ||
Floyd | I don't know the word "hook".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Tale says (to Floyd), "x hook" | ||
Floyd | I don't know the word "hook".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| djfletch says (to Floyd), "x stuff" | ||
Floyd | I don't know the word "stuff".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x wall" | ||
Floyd | Which wall do you mean, the wall, or the another wall?
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Tale says (to Floyd), "x wall" | ||
Floyd | Which wall do you mean, the wall, or the another wall?
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x the wall" | ||
Floyd | Which wall do you mean, the wall, or the another wall?
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x another wall" | ||
Floyd | hey this wall has a secret passage in it!!! You can push it!!
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Jacqueline says, "neat" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "push it" | ||
Floyd | You push the wall and it opens up! There is a secret passage that you Floyd | go in and neild is waiting on the other side. "Yay!" he says. "Lets Floyd | go to Seattle because it is the west coast IF mecca" you say. "OK" he Floyd | says. Floyd | Floyd | THE END Floyd | Floyd | (PS there are no pumpkinheads in seattle, only zombies) Floyd | Floyd | In a total of 16 turns, you have achieved a score of 4 points out of a Floyd | possible 5, which gives you a rank of Fabio and/or Lisa Ruddy | ||
| Floyd asks, "That game over already? It was just getting good. Wanna play another?" | inky says, "hooray for seattle" | |
| maga says, "a story with a moral for all of us" | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "Damn. There's a LLP?" | ||
| DavidW asks, "ugh, we missed a point?" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to maga), "God bless us everyone." | ||
| Tale says, "Seattle isn't on the coast!" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Tale), "Yes it is." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I live three blocks from salt water." | ||
| DavidW says (to Tale), "Depends on how wide you make your coast." | ||
| djfletch says, "but the secret passage was supposed to be from the kitchen to the library" | ||
| djfletch says, "unreliable narrator" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I would normally let a LLP go, but I suspect with this crowd people want to try to find it rather than playing the next game..." | ||
| Tale says, "We could poke around a bit" | ||
| Tale asks, "Maybe we can only read the note on the very first turn?" | ||
| DavidW says, "hm. Without a status bar, we didn't even see when we got the points we did." | ||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "restart" | ||
| Floyd says (to Tale), "Floyd doesn't know that trick." | Jacqueline says, "Go for it." | |
| inky says, "hmm" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "load razorblades" | ||
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 | That wacky Neil deMause! What will he think of next? Why, the last
Floyd | time you tried to visit him, you got stuck on Ellis Island for hours,
Floyd | and ended up years in the past talking to a goat. Boy, you were really
Floyd | "Lost in New York" that time (heh heh). And history seems to have
Floyd | repeated itself, because here it is Halloween, and here you are,
Floyd | wandering through the streets in the fog, looking for his apartment
Floyd | again. Sheesh.
Floyd |
Floyd | Kids, don't eat your Halloween candy without having your parents
Floyd | inspect it first because there are SICKOS out there who will put RAZOR
Floyd | BLADES in it and you will CUT YOUR MOUTH and GET A POISONED INFECTION
Floyd | and DIE, all from eating your candy early. So don't do that.: A TADS
Floyd | Adventure by Dan Shiovitz and his amazing programmable monkey
Floyd | Developed with TADS, the Text Adventure Development System.
Floyd |
Floyd | Someplace in New York
Floyd | It's a good thing it's too foggy to make out any details, because
Floyd | I've spent all of three hours in New York, and they were all at the
Floyd | airport waiting to switch flights. Still, you can make out a street
Floyd | going north (how did you get into this dead end, anyway?)
Floyd | A jack-o-lantern sits in the middle of the street to the north.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| ChrisC becomes covered in cross-hatching | ||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "read note" | ||
Floyd | You take a step or two towards the pumpkin. A sudden gust of wind
Floyd | makes the fog swirl, obscuring it for a moment despite the candle's
Floyd | glow, and then it's gone. Huh. Weeeyurd.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Jacqueline says, "Sucka" | |
| inky says, "I dug up the source" | ||
| DavidW asks, "I'm thinking we maybe need to x Neil before eating the cookies?" | ||
| djfletch says (to Floyd), "go to apartment" | ||
Floyd | I don't know the word "apartment".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| inky says, "there are five points listed but it also claims that "Fabio and/or Lisa Ruddy" is the top rank" | |
| inky says, "so I'm not sure why that was being displayed for 4/5 points" | ||
| DavidW says, "Speed-IF, inky." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "score" | ||
Floyd | In a total of 0 turns, you have achieved a score of 1 points out of a
Floyd | possible 5, which gives you a rank of pie: it's the flesh of the
Floyd | pumpkin
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "notify on" | ||
Floyd | I don't know the word "notify".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW says, "I guess TADS doesn't do 'notify'." | |
| inky says, "not tads 2, yeah" | ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "z" | ||
Floyd | Time passes...
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "z" | ||
Floyd | Time passes...
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "z" | ||
Floyd | Time passes...
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd | Someplace in New York
Floyd | It's a good thing it's too foggy to make out any details, because
Floyd | I've spent all of three hours in New York, and they were all at the
Floyd | airport waiting to switch flights. Still, you can make out a street
Floyd | going north (how did you get into this dead end, anyway?)
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd | You walk forward into the fog.
Floyd | Someplace Else in New York
Floyd | You're still lost, but at least you know you aren't where you were
Floyd | before. So you must be, erm, someplace else. The street bends, so you
Floyd | can go either east or south.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd | You pause for a moment as you start to walk again. Did you .. hear
Floyd | something? Nah. Couldn't be.
Floyd | A Third Place in New York
Floyd | Steadily narrowing down the options, you plan on having the whole of
Floyd | New York mapped any time now. *Including* the secret passage from the
Floyd | Kitchen to the Library. Streets lead west and north.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "score" | ||
Floyd | In a total of 6 turns, you have achieved a score of 1 points out of a
Floyd | possible 5, which gives you a rank of pie: it's the flesh of the
Floyd | pumpkin
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd | You walk into the fog.
Floyd | Someplace Else in New York
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd | You walk into the fog.
Floyd | A Third Place in New York
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd | Again, you pause. There's definitely something out there. Something
Floyd | nasty. Something big. Something orange.
Floyd | A Fourth Room in New York
Floyd | Someplace else. Someplace foggy. Someplace sinister.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd | This seems to be the end of the line. Your last stand. The final
Floyd | battle. No wait out but dead man's boots.
Floyd |
Floyd | "Ha!" you reassure yourself "There's nothing out there! And if there
Floyd | were, it would never leap onto my back suddenly and clasp its slimy
Floyd | hands around my throat and slowly squeeze until all my life was crushed
Floyd | out. It'd just rip my chest open and feast on my entrails."
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd | This seems to be the end of the line. Your last stand. The final
Floyd | battle. No wait out but dead man's boots.
Floyd |
Floyd | (Dramatic pause).
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd | I beg your pardon?
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd | This seems to be the end of the line. Your last stand. The final
Floyd | battle. No wait out but dead man's boots.
Floyd |
Floyd | EEEAGH! FLYING DEMONIC PUMPKIN HEAD!!!
Floyd |
Floyd | When the horror finally ends, you're someplace else.
Floyd | Someplace else in New York
Floyd | Another time .. another place. Or is it? One moment seems to
Floyd | blend into another, one stretch of pavement becomes the same as any
Floyd | other. It's tough being a hard-boiled detective, tossed off the police
Floyd | force because you knew too much about the kickbacks being paid to the
Floyd | guys up top. Yeah, it's tough, on your own, in-debt and half-drunk to
Floyd | forget the pain of a broken heart. So it's a good thing you're not
Floyd | one. You're just J Random Protagonist, remember? Now go find neild's
Floyd | house. I think it's north of here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "score" | ||
Floyd | In a total of 12 turns, you have achieved a score of 2 points out of a
Floyd | possible 5, which gives you a rank of Corporal Hamster McNiblet
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd | No, wait, I guess it's west of here. (Take *that*, fourth wall!)
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd | You walk west, and find yourself on the doorstep of Neil's house. Your
Floyd | quest is over! ... or is it??
Floyd | Outside Neil deMause's House
Floyd | For ease of narration, his apartment got turned into a house
Floyd | sometime. Or maybe you went inside and are standing outside the door
Floyd | to his room. Whatever.
Floyd | You see a door here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "knock on door" | ||
Floyd | You knock three times: Floyd | bang! Floyd | bang! Floyd | bang! Floyd | The door sloooowly creeeeeeaks opeeeeeen.... | ||
| inky pushes the green 'space' button. | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | It's yor frend!
Floyd |
Floyd | neild invites you inside and gives you cookies.
Floyd |
Floyd | Inside Neil deMause's House/Apartment
Floyd | Depending on which path you took to get here, this is either Neil
Floyd | deMause's House or his Apartment.
Floyd | Neil deMause is here. Yaaay!
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "score" | ||
Floyd | In a total of 15 turns, you have achieved a score of 3 points out of a
Floyd | possible 5, which gives you a rank of senor sausageface
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "eat cookies" | ||
Floyd | The cookies slide down your throat and you quickly are full. Also,
Floyd | "wooden wood". Ha!
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "score" | ||
Floyd | In a total of 16 turns, you have achieved a score of 3 points out of a
Floyd | possible 5, which gives you a rank of senor sausageface
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| inky says, "aha" | |
| inky says, "I guess this version of the game is incorrect" | ||
| DavidW says, "hm. My walkthrough of the game only has 4 out of 5." | ||
| inky says, "because you are supposed to get a point for eating the cookies" | ||
| inky says, "or maybe I only changed my local source code and never recompiled it" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Ah" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "So, no llp." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I am very glad you are here to let us know that." | ||
| Johnny says, "The point dissolves in your stomach." | ||
| inky says, "yeah, I guess not, sorry" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Johnny), "heehee" | ||
| DavidW says, "ClubFloyd Monkey is sad." | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "So, Djibouti Dirigible Discombobulation?" | ||
| maga says, "woot" | ||
| DavidW says (to Jacqueline), "Pretty Please Pardner" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "q" | ||
Floyd | I don't know the word "q".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "y" | ||
Floyd | I don't know the word "y".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "quit" | ||
Floyd | In a total of 16 turns, you have achieved a score of 3 points out of a Floyd | possible 5, which gives you a rank of senor sausageface Floyd | Floyd | Do you really want to quit? (YES or NO) > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||
Floyd | | ||
| Floyd asks, "That game over already? It was just getting good. Wanna play another?" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "load djibouti" | ||
Floyd | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0.
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | The Spirit of Speed-IF is universally regarded as the most formidable
Floyd | dirigible battle platform in East Africa, if not the world; its
Floyd | india-rubber gussets alone cost half the annual revenues of the Ottoman
Floyd | Empire. Its recent loss to the French, therefore, can scarcely be
Floyd | countenanced.
Floyd |
Floyd | Headquarters had little option; the Escadrille Patissiers Volants will
Floyd | rendez-vous by dawn, at which point the Spirit will be irrevocably
Floyd | lost. They didn't like it, but they had little choice but to send you
Floyd | in.
Floyd |
Floyd | Djibouti Dirigible Discombobulation
Floyd | A Speed-IF by Sam Kabo Ashwell
Floyd | Release 1 / Serial number 070825 / Inform 7 build 4U67 (I6/v6.31 lib
Floyd | 6/11N)
Floyd | Type ABOUT for SpeedIF details.
Floyd |
Floyd | Rocky Scrubland
Floyd | The Ergomatic Wing crash-landed (it knows no other variety) amid a
Floyd | clump of wilted-looking thornbushes and unaccomodating rocks.
Floyd | Sun-bleached grass extends in every direction, but the southern
Floyd | prospect is improved by Fort Yaourt-Framboise. And floating above it,
Floyd | the sublime bulges of the Spirit, cruelly tethered by French guile.
Floyd |
Floyd | A fearsome goat crops the grass nearby.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Jacqueline says, "So, this is from that speed IF where we made fun of the French." | |
| Jacqueline says, "(Obviously)" | ||
| DavidW asks, "Fort Strawberry Yogurt?" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd | You are carrying:
Floyd | a Hennings-Jobson Sophical Discombobulator (loaded with waggishness)
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW says, "ha ha ha ha" | |
| DavidW says, "If only I could fill a beerstein with maga's thought emanations." | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "discombobulate goat" | ||
Floyd | You carefully size up the savage brute, brush four or five clockwork
Floyd | range-finders and optical scopes out of your line of sight, and pop the
Floyd | bugger square between the eyes. It bleats plaintively, and there is a
Floyd | satisfying clunk from the Discombobulator's fluid reservoirs.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd | You are carrying:
Floyd | a Hennings-Jobson Sophical Discombobulator (loaded with fearsomeness)
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| inky says, "excellent" | |
| djfletch says (to Floyd), "x goat" | ||
Floyd | A feral Eritrean scrub-goat, if you are any judge, and six years of
Floyd | handing out blue ribbons at the All-Sussex Caprine Fanciers Exposition
Floyd | has to count for something. A pretty poor specimen, all things
Floyd | considered; it stares fixedly at the horizon, expressionless.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW says, "oh my. The discombobulator swaps qualities? EX-CEL-LENT." | |
| Jacqueline says (to DW), "You haven't played this? Oh, this is your sort of game." | ||
| djfletch says, "It's hard to tell if the goat is waggish now." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I have played it, though it's been years and years." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Like, five years." | ||
| DavidW says, "I probably have played it, but as I said earlier, I forget details." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I can't believe this speed IF was 2007. Crazy." | ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x spirit" | ||
Floyd | Beyond the descriptive powers of the era's finest poets, the Spirit of
Floyd | Speed-IF is the most terrifying engine ever to grace a battlefield. If
Floyd | its dozen Maxim-gun turrets (operated, it is rumoured, by monkeys
Floyd | endowed by vivisection with unholy powers of intelligence) do not sweep
Floyd | all foes before it, the Strauss-Gorvinsky Patent Optical-Precision Grip
Floyd | Extender may, from the secure heights of the stratosphere, pluck
Floyd | unsuspecting enemy commanders from their tents and bring their plans to
Floyd | ruination.
Floyd |
Floyd | Lamentably, at this distance such details cannot be discerned; you
Floyd | shall have to savour them after the Spirit's rescue.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW asks (of Jacqueline), "Seems like we only made fun of the French last week, eh>?" | |
| DavidW says, "But no, it was way back when." | ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd | There are no legionnaires in evidence, so you stroll unimpeded through
Floyd | the fort's front gates.
Floyd |
Floyd | Fort Yaourt-Framboise
Floyd | Good lord, standards in the Foreign Legion have finally outdone the
Floyd | rumours. No gate guard, no military police, that distinctive smell from
Floyd | the latrines that invariably means every man jack of em's lousy with
Floyd | the clap.
Floyd | A rope-ladder leads upwards, into the underbelly of the great
Floyd | dirigible.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| inky says, "ew" | |
| inky says (to Floyd), "up" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | Lower Hangar
Floyd | In theory, this vast hangar should house the dirigible's support
Floyd | biplanes, but the theft was effected during a sortie and all are
Floyd | absent. Its other role, as general storage shed, is more apparent. A
Floyd | series of ladders and gantries lead up into more habitable regions of
Floyd | the airship.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x shed" | ||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x ladders" | ||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW says, "up, I think" | |
| inky says (to Floyd), "up" | ||
Floyd | Bridge of the Spirit
Floyd | Thanks to automation, the Spirit of Speed-IF may be fully controlled in
Floyd | the fiercest of conflicts by a single trained pilot, leaving the
Floyd | remaining one hundred and seventy-two flight officers to observe the
Floyd | battle from the comfort of the Observation Lounge Bar (west).
Floyd |
Floyd | The controls are powered down. To blazes with those conniving
Floyd | cheese-eaters! You'll have to find some other way to gain control of
Floyd | the ship.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x controls" | ||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Tale says, "I...I find this hard to understand." | |
| DavidW says, "I think we're stealing a blimp from the French, using a gun that spits out one quality and absorbing another." | ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | Observation Lounge Bar
Floyd | No battle-platform worthy of the name lacks an officer's bar. The
Floyd | Spirit was intended to be the crowning glory of the superplatform
Floyd | class, outdoing the British Lady Spankingleigh and even the Tibetan
Floyd | Vengeful Yak. Military analysts may quibble over their relative
Floyd | superiority in battle, but when it comes to the bar, they'll pick the
Floyd | Spirit every time. Gangways lead east and west.
Floyd | An immense T'ang ashtray dominates the room's centre. Formerly there
Floyd | was an ornamental fountain, but it kept getting choked with cigar
Floyd | butts.
Floyd |
Floyd | A military waiter - crew-cut, moustaches, khaki fatigues, sneer -
Floyd | regards you with utter contempt.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x ashtray" | ||
Floyd | A frankly monumental ashtray, a scattering of cigar-butts barely
Floyd | covering its dish. It must serve some kind of function as ballast. It
Floyd | must have been a gift of some kind from the Dowager Empress, judging by
Floyd | the T'ang bas-reliefs. Some temple in Guangdong is short one
Floyd | incense-burner, by the looks of it.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x waiter" | ||
Floyd | From his expression, you won't be getting service any time this
Floyd | century.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "shoot waiter" | ||
Floyd | With Gallic stubbornness, he hangs onto his vital essences. Hang it
Floyd | all.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x gun" | ||
Floyd | In appearance, the Hennings-Jobson Sophical Discombobulator resembles
Floyd | an elaborately decorated carbine, bristling with antennae, hydraulic
Floyd | tubing, miniature gyroscopes and similar improbable attachments. You
Floyd | have as yet been instructed in the use of only three controls: the
Floyd | trigger that performs discombobulation, its recombobulating partner,
Floyd | and the screw that, tightened appropriately, primes the recombobulation
Floyd | barrel with stored essences.
Floyd | The fearsome essential fluid is currently chambered.
Floyd |
Floyd | (You may discombobulate objects with the command DISCOMBOBULATE,
Floyd | abbreviated to DIS, and recombobulate them again with RECOMBOBUBLATE or
Floyd | REC.)
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "rec waiter" | ||
Floyd | Fwoosh.
Floyd |
Floyd | With a bestial howl, the waiter springs upon you and rips off your
Floyd | limbs like so many soiled serviettes.
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | *** You have died ***
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | In that game you scored 0 out of a possible 0, in 14 turns.
Floyd |
Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game or QUIT?
Floyd | >
| inky says, "ha ha" | |
| inky says, "oopsies" | ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd | Observation Lounge Bar
Floyd | [Previous turn undone.]
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Jacqueline says, "whoop" | |
| Jacqueline says, "s" | ||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "diss waiter" | ||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "dis waiter" | ||
Floyd | With Gallic stubbornness, he hangs onto his vital essences. Hang it
Floyd | all.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW asks, "Does the waiter let us go west?" | |
| inky says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | Engine Room
Floyd | It takes a massive power source to locomote the ship's phlogiston
Floyd | turbines, power the anbaric conduits and keep the brain of Babbage's
Floyd | Automatic Aeronaut Cognition Engine wound; deep within the heart of the
Floyd | seething, cacophanous engine lies the 9-dimensional aitchgeewellsium
Floyd | crystal that generates all this vigour, through the miracle of
Floyd | radioactivition.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| cyberskunk goes home. | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x crystal" | ||
Floyd | Aitchgeewellsium is a rare element, invariably warm to the touch and
Floyd | with a luminescent quality. It is also known for its receptivity to
Floyd | fluid essences - this particular crystal has been imbued with
Floyd | 9-dimensionality.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "dis crystal" | ||
Floyd | Clenching your teeth, you level the Discombobulator at the crystal,
Floyd | mutter a brief prayer to nobody in particular, and fire.
Floyd | From every direction, unseen machines sigh, rumble and wheeze to a
Floyd | standstill. A chilling silence, broken only by the flap of wind against
Floyd | the envelope.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd | You are carrying:
Floyd | a Hennings-Jobson Sophical Discombobulator (loaded with
Floyd | 9-dimensionality)
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Tale says, "uh oh" | |
| inky says, "hunh" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x crystal" | ||
Floyd | Aitchgeewellsium is a rare element, invariably warm to the touch and
Floyd | with a luminescent quality. It is also known for its receptivity to
Floyd | fluid essences - this particular crystal has been imbued with
Floyd | Mundanity.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| djfletch says (to Floyd), "x engine" | ||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW asks, "So, 'dis' just absorbs an essence, and 'rec' spits one out? Is that how it works?" | |
| inky says, "looks like it" | ||
| maga says, "you can also turn the screw to select different essences" | ||
| DavidW asks, "So we've lost whatever we stole from the goat?" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x discombobulator" | ||
Floyd | In appearance, the Hennings-Jobson Sophical Discombobulator resembles
Floyd | an elaborately decorated carbine, bristling with antennae, hydraulic
Floyd | tubing, miniature gyroscopes and similar improbable attachments. You
Floyd | have as yet been instructed in the use of only three controls: the
Floyd | trigger that performs discombobulation, its recombobulating partner,
Floyd | and the screw that, tightened appropriately, primes the recombobulation
Floyd | barrel with stored essences.
Floyd | The 9-dimensional essential fluid is currently chambered.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of waggishness
Floyd | rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of fearsomeness
Floyd | rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| inky says, "oh, nice" | |
| Tale says, "huh, fancy" | ||
| inky says, "I guess we should make the waiter waggish" | ||
| Tale asks, "We should! What's waggish?" | ||
| djfletch says, "or nine-dimensional, but waggish seems more likely." | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x waggish" | ||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| inky says, "waggish means kind of jokey and good humored" | |
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of waggishness
Floyd | rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd | Engine Room
Floyd | It takes a massive power source to locomote the ship's phlogiston
Floyd | turbines, power the anbaric conduits and keep the brain of Babbage's
Floyd | Automatic Aeronaut Cognition Engine wound; deep within the heart of the
Floyd | seething, cacophanous engine lies the nondescript aitchgeewellsium
Floyd | crystal that generates all this vigour, through the miracle of
Floyd | radioactivition.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | Observation Lounge Bar
Floyd | A military waiter - crew-cut, moustaches, khaki fatigues, sneer -
Floyd | regards you with utter contempt.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "rec waiter" | ||
Floyd | Fwoosh.
Floyd |
Floyd | The waiter leans over to you, leers, and says something. You don't
Floyd | speak a bloody word of Froggy-talk, but it's obvious that there was at
Floyd | least one dreadful pun and two innuendoes in there. Incensed, you cosh
Floyd | him over the noggin, drag him to a convenient escape hatch, and lob him
Floyd | over the side.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW says, "yeah, try to make the waiter waggish." | |
| inky says, "ha ha" | ||
| inky says, "maybe that was a mistake" | ||
| DavidW says, "nah, I think we're good." | ||
| DavidW asks, "What about this ashtray?" | ||
| Tale says, "Killing the french, always a plus." | ||
| djfletch says (to DavidW), "I'm wondering if the thing about being ballast is a hint and we can get rid of it and float away." | ||
| inky says, "it says it's used as ballast, so I guess if we dump it, then the ship will fly away" | ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "push ashtray" | ||
Floyd | It is fixed in place.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "rec ashtray" | ||
Floyd | It appears that Ashtray already has a vital essence, and it would be
Floyd | foolhardy to try and intermix them outside the laboratory. You forbear.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "dis ashtray" | ||
Floyd | Zooosh.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW says, "I seem to recall from the speed's premise that 9-dimensional brulee was an item. We might want to find a brulee." | |
| inky says (to Floyd), "x gun" | ||
Floyd | In appearance, the Hennings-Jobson Sophical Discombobulator resembles
Floyd | an elaborately decorated carbine, bristling with antennae, hydraulic
Floyd | tubing, miniature gyroscopes and similar improbable attachments. You
Floyd | have as yet been instructed in the use of only three controls: the
Floyd | trigger that performs discombobulation, its recombobulating partner,
Floyd | and the screw that, tightened appropriately, primes the recombobulation
Floyd | barrel with stored essences.
Floyd | The T'ang essential fluid is currently chambered.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x ashtray" | ||
Floyd | A frankly monumental ashtray, a scattering of cigar-butts barely
Floyd | covering its dish. It must serve some kind of function as ballast.
Floyd | Apart from a faded slogan advertising army-ration beer, it is
Floyd | unremarkable.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| djfletch asks, "hmm, what needs to be T'angy?" | |
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "Drink mix." | ||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of
Floyd | 9-dimensionality rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "rec ashtray" | ||
Floyd | Fwoosh.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x ashtray" | ||
Floyd | A frankly monumental ashtray, a scattering of cigar-butts barely
Floyd | covering its dish. It must serve some kind of function as ballast.
Floyd | It apppears to exist simultaeneously in nine dimensions at once. Your
Floyd | brain hurts just thinking about it.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "dis ashtray" | ||
Floyd | Zooosh.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW says, "Have we been everywhere? I suspect we haven't." | |
| inky says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd | Observation Lounge Bar
Floyd | No battle-platform worthy of the name lacks an officer's bar. The
Floyd | Spirit was intended to be the crowning glory of the superplatform
Floyd | class, outdoing the British Lady Spankingleigh and even the Tibetan
Floyd | Vengeful Yak. Military analysts may quibble over their relative
Floyd | superiority in battle, but when it comes to the bar, they'll pick the
Floyd | Spirit every time. Gangways lead east and west.
Floyd | An immense nondescript ashtray dominates the room's centre. Formerly
Floyd | there was an ornamental fountain, but it kept getting choked with cigar
Floyd | butts.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | Bridge of the Spirit
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd | Bridge of the Spirit
Floyd | Thanks to automation, the Spirit of Speed-IF may be fully controlled in
Floyd | the fiercest of conflicts by a single trained pilot, leaving the
Floyd | remaining one hundred and seventy-two flight officers to observe the
Floyd | battle from the comfort of the Observation Lounge Bar (west).
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd | You can't go that way.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | Observation Lounge Bar
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd | You can't go that way.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | Engine Room
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "verbose" | ||
Floyd | Djibouti Dirigible Discombobulation is now in its "verbose" mode, which
Floyd | always gives long descriptions of locations (even if you've been there
Floyd | before).
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd | Engine Room
Floyd | It takes a massive power source to locomote the ship's phlogiston
Floyd | turbines, power the anbaric conduits and keep the brain of Babbage's
Floyd | Automatic Aeronaut Cognition Engine wound; deep within the heart of the
Floyd | seething, cacophanous engine lies the nondescript aitchgeewellsium
Floyd | crystal that generates all this vigour, through the miracle of
Floyd | radioactivition.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x engine" | ||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd | You can't go that way.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| inky says, "I'm not seeing any other exits" | |
| DavidW says, "hm. okay." | ||
| inky says, "though I agree it seems like we could use another one" | ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of fearsomeness
Floyd | rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of T'ang rises
Floyd | into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of fearsomeness
Floyd | rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of
Floyd | 9-dimensionality rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of fearsomeness
Floyd | rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "rec crystal" | ||
Floyd | You hesitate. The wrong essence could have untold consequences upon the
Floyd | airship's performance; it would be wise to consider your choice
Floyd | carefully.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "rec crystal" | ||
Floyd | Fwoosh.
Floyd |
Floyd | The engines roar in overpowered fury around you. You hate to betray a
Floyd | client, but the Turks were thrice-darned fools to trust anyone with
Floyd | this much hardware.
Floyd |
Floyd | Racing to the bridge, you grasp the controls, feeling the malicious
Floyd | throb of power course up your arms. Steering a course for the Rift
Floyd | Valley, you annihilate half the local warlords and bully the rest into
Floyd | a confederacy. By this time, the Great Powers are taking notice, but
Floyd | you're ready for the bastards. You have the single most powerful
Floyd | military engine on the planet. Let "em come.
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | *** You have become a minor power in your own right ***
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | In that game you scored 0 out of a possible 0, in 51 turns.
Floyd |
Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game or QUIT?
Floyd | >
| inky says, "hunh, interesting" | |
| inky says, "I guess there are probably multiple endings here" | ||
| Tale says, "I have an idea" | ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd | Engine Room
Floyd | [Previous turn undone.]
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd | Engine Room
Floyd | [Previous turn undone.]
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of T'ang rises
Floyd | into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of fearsomeness
Floyd | rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of
Floyd | 9-dimensionality rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| Lionheart arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | ||
| Tale says (to Floyd), "dis myself" | ||
Floyd | Steady on, old gel! However many poor attributes you may have
Floyd | accumulated, it can't be worse than trusting yourself to that
Floyd | half-baked contraption!
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW says, "I'm wondering what a fearsome ashtray and a T'angy crystal would do." | |
| inky says, "well let's see" | ||
| DavidW says, "We could also, I suppose, make the goat 9-dimensional." | ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of fearsomeness
Floyd | rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of T'ang rises
Floyd | into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "rec crystal" | ||
Floyd | You hesitate. The wrong essence could have untold consequences upon the
Floyd | airship's performance; it would be wise to consider your choice
Floyd | carefully.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "rec crystal" | ||
Floyd | Fwoosh.
Floyd |
Floyd | Honestly, however well the Turks pay you, they're a power on the
Floyd | decline and every bugger knows it. Stick with them and you'll wake up
Floyd | one morning with your knickers on fire and a mortar shell between your
Floyd | teeth. Therefore, before you set out on this mission you exchanged
Floyd | words with certain persons unnamed. Cash may have changed hands.
Floyd |
Floyd | At first you make for the Euphrates airbase, but then you cut down to
Floyd | the Persian Gulf and link up with the Autumn Scholar battlegroup. The
Floyd | Sultan may grind his teeth, but there's nothing he can do.
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | *** You have thrown your lot in with the Qing ***
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | In that game you scored 0 out of a possible 0, in 57 turns.
Floyd |
Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game or QUIT?
Floyd | >
| ||
| genericgeekgirl wanders off for a bit. | Jacqueline says, "Yep, that's our maga." | |
| Tale says, "Reminds me of Pynchon, if Pynchon actually had style." | ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd | Engine Room
Floyd | [Previous turn undone.]
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | Observation Lounge Bar
Floyd | No battle-platform worthy of the name lacks an officer's bar. The
Floyd | Spirit was intended to be the crowning glory of the superplatform
Floyd | class, outdoing the British Lady Spankingleigh and even the Tibetan
Floyd | Vengeful Yak. Military analysts may quibble over their relative
Floyd | superiority in battle, but when it comes to the bar, they'll pick the
Floyd | Spirit every time. Gangways lead east and west.
Floyd | An immense nondescript ashtray dominates the room's centre. Formerly
Floyd | there was an ornamental fountain, but it kept getting choked with cigar
Floyd | butts.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of fearsomeness
Floyd | rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "rec ashtray" | ||
Floyd | Fwoosh.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x ashtray" | ||
Floyd | A frankly monumental ashtray, a scattering of cigar-butts barely
Floyd | covering its dish. It must serve some kind of function as ballast.
Floyd | Hideous carvings are brutally gouged into its surface, and you swear
Floyd | you can hear it breathing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "wake ashtray" | ||
Floyd | You can only do that to something animate.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x carvings" | ||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "take ashtray" | ||
Floyd | That's hardly portable.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| djfletch says, "it's a pity the waiter's gone, we could have fed him to the ashtray." | |
| DavidW says, "I want to see a 9-dimensional goat." | ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | Bridge of the Spirit
Floyd | Thanks to automation, the Spirit of Speed-IF may be fully controlled in
Floyd | the fiercest of conflicts by a single trained pilot, leaving the
Floyd | remaining one hundred and seventy-two flight officers to observe the
Floyd | battle from the comfort of the Observation Lounge Bar (west).
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | Lower Hangar
Floyd | In theory, this vast hangar should house the dirigible's support
Floyd | biplanes, but the theft was effected during a sortie and all are
Floyd | absent. Its other role, as general storage shed, is more apparent. A
Floyd | series of ladders and gantries lead up into more habitable regions of
Floyd | the airship.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "d" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | Fort Yaourt-Framboise
Floyd | Good lord, standards in the Foreign Legion have finally outdone the
Floyd | rumours. No gate guard, no military police, that distinctive smell from
Floyd | the latrines that invariably means every man jack of em's lousy with
Floyd | the clap.
Floyd | A rope-ladder leads upwards, into the underbelly of the great
Floyd | dirigible.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | Rocky Scrubland
Floyd | The Ergomatic Wing crash-landed (it knows no other variety) amid a
Floyd | clump of wilted-looking thornbushes and unaccomodating rocks.
Floyd | Sun-bleached grass extends in every direction, but the southern
Floyd | prospect is improved by Fort Yaourt-Framboise. And floating above it,
Floyd | the sublime bulges of the Spirit, cruelly tethered by French guile.
Floyd |
Floyd | A nondescript goat crops the grass nearby.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of T'ang rises
Floyd | into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of
Floyd | 9-dimensionality rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "rec goat" | ||
Floyd | Feeling a little sorry for the poor characterless animal, you shoulder
Floyd | the Discombobulator and let a shot fly.
Floyd |
Floyd | There is a dull *pung*, a pause, and then the goat explodes. Harhar,
Floyd | that'll teach the blighter some manners.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| inky says, "ha ha" | |
| inky says, "oops" | ||
| DavidW says, "oh my" | ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd | Rocky Scrubland
Floyd | The Ergomatic Wing crash-landed (it knows no other variety) amid a
Floyd | clump of wilted-looking thornbushes and unaccomodating rocks.
Floyd | Sun-bleached grass extends in every direction, but the southern
Floyd | prospect is improved by Fort Yaourt-Framboise. And floating above it,
Floyd | the sublime bulges of the Spirit, cruelly tethered by French guile.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd | Rocky Scrubland
Floyd | [Previous turn undone.]
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd | Rocky Scrubland
Floyd | [Previous turn undone.]
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd | Rocky Scrubland
Floyd | The Ergomatic Wing crash-landed (it knows no other variety) amid a
Floyd | clump of wilted-looking thornbushes and unaccomodating rocks.
Floyd | Sun-bleached grass extends in every direction, but the southern
Floyd | prospect is improved by Fort Yaourt-Framboise. And floating above it,
Floyd | the sublime bulges of the Spirit, cruelly tethered by French guile.
Floyd |
Floyd | A nondescript goat crops the grass nearby.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Tale says, "9 dimensionality and goats don't make good bedfellows" | |
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of T'ang rises
Floyd | into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "rec goat" | ||
Floyd | Feeling a little sorry for the poor characterless animal, you shoulder
Floyd | the Discombobulator and let a shot fly.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x goat" | ||
Floyd | A feral Eritrean scrub-goat, if you are any judge, and six years of
Floyd | handing out blue ribbons at the All-Sussex Caprine Fanciers Exposition
Floyd | has to count for something. It is lifting one hind leg and one rear leg
Floyd | in a dramatic stance, as if posing for a bronze casting.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Jacqueline says, "There probably *is* a Caprine Fanciers Exposition." | |
| inky says, "hmm" | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "...sooo... 're we done?" | ||
| DavidW says, "What haven't we tried? Waggish crystal? And, I guess, various indignities on the waiter." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh, guess not." | ||
| inky says, "it seems like there should be an ending where we complete our mission without betraying the turks" | ||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||
Floyd | Amelia "Barkers" Briscott, freebooter, terror of the Eastern Ghats and
Floyd | the only Englishwoman ever to sneak onto the Hajj and the Balliol
Floyd | rugger squad in the same false beard. For the last few years you've
Floyd | been drawing pay from the Ottomans, who are a queer lot but run a
Floyd | topper seraglio.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| inky says, "ha ha" | |
| djfletch says, "since we started off with waggishness, maybe the proper mission was to make the crystal waggish." | ||
| inky says, "hmm true" | ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "restart" | ||
Floyd | Are you sure you want to restart? | ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | The Spirit of Speed-IF is universally regarded as the most formidable
Floyd | dirigible battle platform in East Africa, if not the world; its
Floyd | india-rubber gussets alone cost half the annual revenues of the Ottoman
Floyd | Empire. Its recent loss to the French, therefore, can scarcely be
Floyd | countenanced.
Floyd |
Floyd | Headquarters had little option; the Escadrille Patissiers Volants will
Floyd | rendez-vous by dawn, at which point the Spirit will be irrevocably
Floyd | lost. They didn't like it, but they had little choice but to send you
Floyd | in.
Floyd |
Floyd | Djibouti Dirigible Discombobulation
Floyd | A Speed-IF by Sam Kabo Ashwell
Floyd | Release 1 / Serial number 070825 / Inform 7 build 4U67 (I6/v6.31 lib
Floyd | 6/11N)
Floyd | Type ABOUT for SpeedIF details.
Floyd |
Floyd | Rocky Scrubland
Floyd | The Ergomatic Wing crash-landed (it knows no other variety) amid a
Floyd | clump of wilted-looking thornbushes and unaccomodating rocks.
Floyd | Sun-bleached grass extends in every direction, but the southern
Floyd | prospect is improved by Fort Yaourt-Framboise. And floating above it,
Floyd | the sublime bulges of the Spirit, cruelly tethered by French guile.
Floyd |
Floyd | A fearsome goat crops the grass nearby.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd | You can't go that way.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd | As you start towards the fort, you catch the goat's attention. It fixes
Floyd | you with an eye of pure malice, lowers its horns, and scrapes one
Floyd | fore-hoof on the ground. You back away hastily.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| djfletch says, "although I didn't know that Turks were known for waggishness especially." | |
| maga says, "you have limited yourself a bit by getting rid of the waiter and the waggishness" | ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "dec goat" | ||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "dis goat" | ||
Floyd | You carefully size up the savage brute, brush four or five clockwork
Floyd | range-finders and optical scopes out of your line of sight, and pop the
Floyd | bugger square between the eyes. It bleats plaintively, and there is a
Floyd | satisfying clunk from the Discombobulator's fluid reservoirs.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd | There are no legionnaires in evidence, so you stroll unimpeded through
Floyd | the fort's front gates.
Floyd |
Floyd | Fort Yaourt-Framboise
Floyd | Good lord, standards in the Foreign Legion have finally outdone the
Floyd | rumours. No gate guard, no military police, that distinctive smell from
Floyd | the latrines that invariably means every man jack of em's lousy with
Floyd | the clap.
Floyd | A rope-ladder leads upwards, into the underbelly of the great
Floyd | dirigible.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "up" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | Lower Hangar
Floyd | In theory, this vast hangar should house the dirigible's support
Floyd | biplanes, but the theft was effected during a sortie and all are
Floyd | absent. Its other role, as general storage shed, is more apparent. A
Floyd | series of ladders and gantries lead up into more habitable regions of
Floyd | the airship.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "up" | ||
Floyd | Bridge of the Spirit
Floyd | Thanks to automation, the Spirit of Speed-IF may be fully controlled in
Floyd | the fiercest of conflicts by a single trained pilot, leaving the
Floyd | remaining one hundred and seventy-two flight officers to observe the
Floyd | battle from the comfort of the Observation Lounge Bar (west).
Floyd |
Floyd | The controls are powered down. To blazes with those conniving
Floyd | cheese-eaters! You'll have to find some other way to gain control of
Floyd | the ship.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | Observation Lounge Bar
Floyd | No battle-platform worthy of the name lacks an officer's bar. The
Floyd | Spirit was intended to be the crowning glory of the superplatform
Floyd | class, outdoing the British Lady Spankingleigh and even the Tibetan
Floyd | Vengeful Yak. Military analysts may quibble over their relative
Floyd | superiority in battle, but when it comes to the bar, they'll pick the
Floyd | Spirit every time. Gangways lead east and west.
Floyd | An immense T'ang ashtray dominates the room's centre. Formerly there
Floyd | was an ornamental fountain, but it kept getting choked with cigar
Floyd | butts.
Floyd |
Floyd | A military waiter - crew-cut, moustaches, khaki fatigues, sneer -
Floyd | regards you with utter contempt.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "dis fountain" | ||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "dis ashtray" | ||
Floyd | Zooosh.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | Engine Room
Floyd | It takes a massive power source to locomote the ship's phlogiston
Floyd | turbines, power the anbaric conduits and keep the brain of Babbage's
Floyd | Automatic Aeronaut Cognition Engine wound; deep within the heart of the
Floyd | seething, cacophanous engine lies the 9-dimensional aitchgeewellsium
Floyd | crystal that generates all this vigour, through the miracle of
Floyd | radioactivition.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "dis crystal" | ||
Floyd | Clenching your teeth, you level the Discombobulator at the crystal,
Floyd | mutter a brief prayer to nobody in particular, and fire.
Floyd | From every direction, unseen machines sigh, rumble and wheeze to a
Floyd | standstill. A chilling silence, broken only by the flap of wind against
Floyd | the envelope.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW says, "Let's make the waiter 9-dim this time." | |
| inky says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | Observation Lounge Bar
Floyd | A military waiter - crew-cut, moustaches, khaki fatigues, sneer -
Floyd | regards you with utter contempt.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x gun" | ||
Floyd | In appearance, the Hennings-Jobson Sophical Discombobulator resembles
Floyd | an elaborately decorated carbine, bristling with antennae, hydraulic
Floyd | tubing, miniature gyroscopes and similar improbable attachments. You
Floyd | have as yet been instructed in the use of only three controls: the
Floyd | trigger that performs discombobulation, its recombobulating partner,
Floyd | and the screw that, tightened appropriately, primes the recombobulation
Floyd | barrel with stored essences.
Floyd | The 9-dimensional essential fluid is currently chambered.
Floyd |
Floyd | (You may discombobulate objects with the command DISCOMBOBULATE,
Floyd | abbreviated to DIS, and recombobulate them again with RECOMBOBUBLATE or
Floyd | REC.)
Floyd | >
| ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "rec waiter" | ||
Floyd | Fwoosh.
Floyd |
Floyd | There is a sound like a thousand screaming corpses, and the waiter
Floyd | disintegrates before your eyes.
Floyd |
Floyd | Or so it appeared at the time. Eight months later, the French announce
Floyd | their new human superweapon, the Maitre D'struction; within the week,
Floyd | London and Vienna are in ruins, Istanbul has surrendered, and millions
Floyd | of refugees are fleeing Benin and the Chinese heartland. You go down
Floyd | with the Spirit of the Speed-IF over the Bosphorus, fighting to the
Floyd | last.
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | *** You have inadvertently given France the world ***
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | In that game you scored 0 out of a possible 0, in 13 turns.
Floyd |
Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game or QUIT?
Floyd | >
| inky says, "ha ha ha" | |
| DavidW says, "whoops" | ||
| DavidW asks, "so, T'ang waiter is left?" | ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd | Observation Lounge Bar
Floyd | [Previous turn undone.]
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of waggishness
Floyd | rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of fearsomeness
Floyd | rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "rec waiter" | ||
Floyd | Fwoosh.
Floyd |
Floyd | With a bestial howl, the waiter springs upon you and rips off your
Floyd | limbs like so many soiled serviettes.
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | *** You have died ***
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | In that game you scored 0 out of a possible 0, in 15 turns.
Floyd |
Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game or QUIT?
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd | Observation Lounge Bar
Floyd | [Previous turn undone.]
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| inky says, "oops, did that one" | |
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of T'ang rises
Floyd | into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "rec waiter" | ||
Floyd | Fwoosh.
Floyd |
Floyd | His French snobbery displaced by the traditional Chinese values of
Floyd | obsequiousness, loyalty and humble service, the waiter scampers from
Floyd | the room, and (mere moments later) returns bearing a delicious creme
Floyd | brulee. This accomplished, he retreats, bowing deeply every five steps.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| inky says, "aha!" | |
| inky says (to Floyd), "x creme" | ||
Floyd | Delicious wobbly stuff topped off by a sheet of caramelised sugar.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "get creme" | ||
Floyd | You already have that.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "eat it" | ||
Floyd | You pick at the creme brulee, but it doesn't have much in the way of
Floyd | flavour and you lose interest after a couple of bites.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW says, "There's the brulee I wanted to see." | |
| inky says (to Floyd), "dis creme" | ||
Floyd | Fwoosh.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "x gun" | ||
Floyd | In appearance, the Hennings-Jobson Sophical Discombobulator resembles
Floyd | an elaborately decorated carbine, bristling with antennae, hydraulic
Floyd | tubing, miniature gyroscopes and similar improbable attachments. You
Floyd | have as yet been instructed in the use of only three controls: the
Floyd | trigger that performs discombobulation, its recombobulating partner,
Floyd | and the screw that, tightened appropriately, primes the recombobulation
Floyd | barrel with stored essences.
Floyd | The fearsome essential fluid is currently chambered.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of waggishness
Floyd | rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of fearsomeness
Floyd | rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of waggishness
Floyd | rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of fearsomeness
Floyd | rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of waggishness
Floyd | rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| inky says, "hmm" | |
| inky asks, "somehow I lost 9-dimensionality?" | ||
| DavidW says, "We want a 9-dim brulee." | ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of fearsomeness
Floyd | rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of waggishness
Floyd | rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of fearsomeness
Floyd | rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of waggishness
Floyd | rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW asks, "Did you dis the crystal?" | |
| maga says, "you already imbued the brulee, I think" | ||
| inky says, "oh, whoops" | ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x brulee" | ||
Floyd | Delicious wobbly stuff topped off by a sheet of caramelised sugar.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd | Observation Lounge Bar
Floyd | No battle-platform worthy of the name lacks an officer's bar. The
Floyd | Spirit was intended to be the crowning glory of the superplatform
Floyd | class, outdoing the British Lady Spankingleigh and even the Tibetan
Floyd | Vengeful Yak. Military analysts may quibble over their relative
Floyd | superiority in battle, but when it comes to the bar, they'll pick the
Floyd | Spirit every time. Gangways lead east and west.
Floyd | An immense nondescript ashtray dominates the room's centre. Formerly
Floyd | there was an ornamental fountain, but it kept getting choked with cigar
Floyd | butts.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "dis brulee" | ||
Floyd | Zooosh.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "dis brulee" | ||
Floyd | Fwoosh.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "rec brulee" | ||
Floyd | It appears that the creme brulee already has a vital essence, and it
Floyd | would be foolhardy to try and intermix them outside the laboratory. You
Floyd | forbear.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "dis brulee" | ||
Floyd | Zooosh.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| inky asks, "hmm, did I break something?" | |
| maga asks, "yeah, apparently discombobulate will recombobulate if there's nothing to take?" | ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "x brulee" | ||
Floyd | Delicious wobbly stuff topped off by a sheet of caramelised sugar.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "x gun" | ||
Floyd | In appearance, the Hennings-Jobson Sophical Discombobulator resembles
Floyd | an elaborately decorated carbine, bristling with antennae, hydraulic
Floyd | tubing, miniature gyroscopes and similar improbable attachments. You
Floyd | have as yet been instructed in the use of only three controls: the
Floyd | trigger that performs discombobulation, its recombobulating partner,
Floyd | and the screw that, tightened appropriately, primes the recombobulation
Floyd | barrel with stored essences.
Floyd | The 9-dimensional essential fluid is currently chambered.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| inky says, "sure enough" | |
| inky says (to Floyd), "rec brulee" | ||
Floyd | Fwoosh.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd | Observation Lounge Bar
Floyd | No battle-platform worthy of the name lacks an officer's bar. The
Floyd | Spirit was intended to be the crowning glory of the superplatform
Floyd | class, outdoing the British Lady Spankingleigh and even the Tibetan
Floyd | Vengeful Yak. Military analysts may quibble over their relative
Floyd | superiority in battle, but when it comes to the bar, they'll pick the
Floyd | Spirit every time. Gangways lead east and west.
Floyd | An immense nondescript ashtray dominates the room's centre. Formerly
Floyd | there was an ornamental fountain, but it kept getting choked with cigar
Floyd | butts.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "x brulee" | ||
Floyd | Delicious wobbly stuff topped off by a sheet of caramelised sugar.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "eat brulee" | ||
Floyd | You chow down on the 9-dimensional creme brulee. Scronch scronch
Floyd | scronch flickerflickerflicker OH MY GOD IT'S FULL OF SUGAR
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | *** You have transcended mere human reality ***
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | In that game you scored 0 out of a possible 0, in 42 turns.
Floyd |
Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game or QUIT?
Floyd | >
| inky says, "ha ha ha" | |
| DavidW says, "ha ha" | ||
| Jacqueline chuckles. | ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd | Observation Lounge Bar
Floyd | [Previous turn undone.]
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "dis brulee" | ||
Floyd | Zooosh.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of waggishness
Floyd | rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "rec brulee" | ||
Floyd | Fwoosh.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "eat brulee" | ||
Floyd | You wolf down the creme brulee. It tastes of spotted dick.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| inky says, "ha ha" | |
| DavidW says, "oh dear" | ||
| DavidW says, "Fearsome brulee, T'angy brulee, Waggish crystal." | ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd | Observation Lounge Bar
Floyd | [Previous turn undone.]
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "dis brulee" | ||
Floyd | Zooosh.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of fearsomeness
Floyd | rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "rec brulee" | ||
Floyd | Fwoosh.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "eat brulee" | ||
Floyd | As you raise the first bite of creme brulee to your lips, the gooey
Floyd | slime peels back and you realise there is an eye looking at you.
Floyd |
Floyd | You have no time to scream before it leaps down your throat, burrows
Floyd | its tendrils into the walls of your oesophagus, and seals off your
Floyd | lungs. Your last words are "thptht glurk".
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | *** You have tasted defeat ***
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | In that game you scored 0 out of a possible 0, in 48 turns.
Floyd |
Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game or QUIT?
Floyd | >
| inky says, "aie" | |
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd | Observation Lounge Bar
Floyd | [Previous turn undone.]
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "dis brulee" | ||
Floyd | Zooosh.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "x waiter" | ||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| inky says, "I think we can't t'ang the brulee because the waiter went off with it" | |
| inky says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | Engine Room
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of waggishness
Floyd | rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| DavidW says, "oh, okay." | |
| inky says (to Floyd), "rec crystal" | ||
Floyd | You hesitate. The wrong essence could have untold consequences upon the
Floyd | airship's performance; it would be wise to consider your choice
Floyd | carefully.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "rec crystal" | ||
Floyd | Fwoosh.
Floyd |
Floyd | Your work complete, you amble back to the Lounge Bar, put your feet up,
Floyd | and order a triple gin and tonic. The phlogiston turbines buzz as the
Floyd | Spirit, seemingly of its own accord, sets a course for Scapa Flow,
Floyd | taking a brief detour to dump its sewage tanks over Montmartre.
Floyd |
Floyd | It's all very well doing a turn or two with the dagoes, but at the end
Floyd | of the day, what a gel really wants is Queen, country and a good fair
Floyd | scrap.
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | *** You have thrown your lot in with the British ***
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | In that game you scored 0 out of a possible 0, in 52 turns.
Floyd |
Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game or QUIT?
Floyd | >
| inky says, "hmm" | |
| inky says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd | Engine Room
Floyd | [Previous turn undone.]
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of
Floyd | 9-dimensionality rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "dis crystal" | ||
Floyd | Fwoosh.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "rec crystal" | ||
Floyd | It appears that Aitchgeewellsium Crystal already has a vital essence,
Floyd | and it would be foolhardy to try and intermix them outside the
Floyd | laboratory. You forbear.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| maga says, "(I'm pretty sure there's no option where you return the ship to the Turks)" | |
| inky says, "oh ok" | ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "dis crystal" | ||
Floyd | Clenching your teeth, you level the Discombobulator at the crystal,
Floyd | mutter a brief prayer to nobody in particular, and fire.
Floyd | From every direction, unseen machines sigh, rumble and wheeze to a
Floyd | standstill. A chilling silence, broken only by the flap of wind against
Floyd | the envelope.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of waggishness
Floyd | rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of fearsomeness
Floyd | rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of waggishness
Floyd | rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "turn screw" | ||
Floyd | You give the selection screw a half-turn. The essence of
Floyd | 9-dimensionality rises into the firing chamber.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "rec crystal" | ||
Floyd | Fwoosh.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| inky says (to Floyd), "rec crystal" | ||
Floyd | It appears that Aitchgeewellsium Crystal already has a vital essence,
Floyd | and it would be foolhardy to try and intermix them outside the
Floyd | laboratory. You forbear.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| maga says, "I think you've found most of the stuff here" | |
| DavidW says, "9-dim came from the crystal in the first place." | ||
| inky says, "ok, so I guess putting 9-dimensionality back in doesn't do anything" | ||
| DavidW says, "nah." | ||
| inky says, "ok, well, that was pretty fun" | ||
| DavidW says, "yes, much fun" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Huzzah." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Okay... so I guess I'll see you guys in a few hours. I need to go get ready for the awards." | ||
| Jacqueline. o O (Where did I put my evening gown?_ | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Aw. No typo tally in here." | ||
| Jacqueline disappears through an invisible gap in the MUD. You think you may have heard the sounds of chatting before the gap closed again. | Jacqueline | You push the button on the typo tally and the number increases to 1999 | |
| Jacqueline says, "Damn. I could have been the 2000th customer." | ||
| DavidW asks, "I suppose this is a good place to stop. When do the awards begin?" | ||
| maga says, "two and a half hours" | ||
| inky has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||
| inky arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. | ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "quit" | ||
Floyd | Are you sure you want to quit? | ||
| inky says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||
Floyd | | ||
| Floyd asks, "That game over already? It was just getting good. Wanna play another?" | ||
| inky has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||
| DavidW has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | ||
| Johnny disappears through an invisible gap in the MUD. You think you may have heard the sounds of chatting before the gap closed again. | ||
| maga disappears through an invisible gap in the MUD. You think you may have heard the sounds of chatting before the gap closed again. | ||
| djfletch has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge. | Jacqueline says, "See you guys then... well, and probably in the interim as well, but you know what I mean." | |
