  
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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#ClubFloyd Discussion
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| Jacqueline looks around. | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Golly, I go traveling for a couple of weeks and we all fall out of the habit." | ||
| phoenix says, "I'll play something" | ||
| olethros says, "I like falling out of the habit as much as the next monk" | ||
| Jacqueline asks (of phoenix), "Got any short-ish games you've been wanting to play?" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to olethros), "golly" | ||
| phoenix says, "Nothing in particular... when I've been around I just pick interesting sounding names off the poll :p" | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "What about just tinkering through some old speed ifs?" | ||
| phoenix says, "Sounds good" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Let me go look." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Huh. There's never been a speed if written in adift." | ||
| phoenix asks, "did you guys play that IFDB spelunking game?" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "We could play the first speed ever." | ||
| maga asks, "doesn't Indigo count?" | ||
| maga says, "(admittedly it was not very speedIFy but I recall that was what it was billed as)" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to maga), "Huh. I ... I guess it probably does, although even though we called that a speed we had a few weeks because of the new language aspect." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Timing" | ||
| Bert arrives, ready to play with the toys. | Jacqueline says, "So, the first speed was written by misery. I'd like to try that." | |
| Jacqueline asks, "Any objections?" | ||
| phoenix says, "go for it" | ||
| Bert asks, "Is there an onion in it?" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "load sleepmask coffins" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/1 Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | It was the greatest of tragedies when your wife, Ligeia, died of a Floyd | wasting disease not two nights ago. As the local mortician, you Floyd | embalmed her yourself ... she's gone from your life now. Floyd | Floyd | On the bright side, this means you get to marry your mistress, Rowena. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Coffins Floyd | Copyright (c) 1998 by Christopher Huang. Floyd | Release 1 / Serial number 981002 / Inform v6.15 Library 6/7 Floyd | Floyd | Chapel Floyd | It's the dim, austere chapel of the funeral home. Even though you've Floyd | worked here for the past ten years, you never quite get over the Floyd | spookiness. Floyd | Floyd | You can see a coffin (which is closed) and Rowena here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to Bert), "I do not know." | |
| maga says, "I think the onion one was the second speedIF" | ||
| maga says, "since the onion one actually had a fair number of entries" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x rowena" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/2 Floyd | Floyd | > X ROWENA Floyd | Floyd | Rowena is a fair-haired young Englishwoman. Very practical, loves Floyd | dogs, can't write poetry. In short, nothing like your late wife Floyd | Ligeia. You love her very much. That's why you murdered Ligeia. Floyd | Floyd | Rowena seems to be carrying a flask of some sort. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "ha" | |
| Jacqueline says, "So, um, wasting disease. Right." | ||
| phoenix says (to Floyd), "x coffin" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/3 Floyd | Floyd | > X COFFIN Floyd | Floyd | A mahogony coffin. It's the centrepiece of the chapel. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| maga arrives, full of fun and funk. | ||
| phoenix says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/4 Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are carrying nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "open coffin" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/5 Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN COFFIN Floyd | Floyd | You open the coffin, revealing Ligeia. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x ligeia" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/6 Floyd | Floyd | > X LIGEIA Floyd | Floyd | Your late wife, the Lady Ligeia is pale, drawn and dead. This means Floyd | you can go marry Rowena. Except ... after Ligeia, do you really want Floyd | Rowena? Ligeia was the perfect specimen of frail womanhood.... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/7 Floyd | Floyd | > X ME Floyd | Floyd | As good-looking as ever. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "talk to rowena" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/7 Floyd | Floyd | > TALK TO ROWENA Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| phoenix says (to Floyd), "get corpse" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/8 Floyd | Floyd | > GET CORPSE Floyd | Floyd | I don't suppose Ligeia would care for that. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "rowena about me" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask rowena about me" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/9 Floyd | Floyd | > ASK ROWENA ABOUT ME Floyd | Floyd | Rowena coos and nestles into your shoulder. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "I don't like her." | |
| maga says, "she's a slattern *and* she likes dogs" | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "ligeia about me" | Jacqueline asks, "Why am I set for that to work?" | |
| phoenix says (to Floyd), "search corpse" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/10 Floyd | Floyd | > SEARCH CORPSE Floyd | Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask ligeia about me" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/11 Floyd | Floyd | > ASK LIGEIA ABOUT ME Floyd | Floyd | She's dead, remember? You killed her yourself. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "I'm assuming that in this case, 'coos' means 'makes a sound like a pigeon'." | |
| maga says (to Floyd), "kiss ligeia" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/12 Floyd | Floyd | > KISS LIGEIA Floyd | Floyd | Her cheek feels cold and lifeless. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x flask" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/13 Floyd | Floyd | > X FLASK Floyd | Floyd | You can't quite make out the details. Something nags in the back of Floyd | your mind.... Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "She's dead but still coded as animate. Makes sense, I guess." | |
| Bert says (to Floyd), "think" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/14 Floyd | Floyd | > THINK Floyd | Floyd | What a good idea. Floyd | Floyd | > | phoenix asks, "there's a flask?" | |
| Bert says (to Floyd), "think about flask" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/14 Floyd | Floyd | > THINK ABOUT FLASK Floyd | Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to think. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "remember flask" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/14 Floyd | Floyd | > REMEMBER FLASK Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Rowena is carrying it." | |
| Bert says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/15 Floyd | Floyd | > I Floyd | Floyd | You are carrying nothing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x rowena" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/16 Floyd | Floyd | > X ROWENA Floyd | Floyd | Rowena is a fair-haired young Englishwoman. Very practical, loves Floyd | dogs, can't write poetry. In short, nothing like your late wife Floyd | Ligeia. You love her very much. That's why you murdered Ligeia. Floyd | Floyd | Rowena seems to be carrying a flask of some sort. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "Wait, where did the flask - oh, okay." | |
| phoenix says (to Floyd), "rowena, give flask to me" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/17
Floyd |
Floyd | > ROWENA, GIVE FLASK TO ME
Floyd |
Floyd | Rowena shrugs and hands you the flask.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x flask" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/18 Floyd | Floyd | > X FLASK Floyd | Floyd | It's the elixir of life, of course. Rowena's father was a famous Floyd | alchemist who died before he could sample his magnus opus. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "drink flask" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/19 Floyd | Floyd | > DRINK FLASK Floyd | Floyd | There's nothing suitable to drink here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/20 Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN IT Floyd | Floyd | That's not something you can open. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "drink elixir" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/21 Floyd | Floyd | > DRINK ELIXIR Floyd | Floyd | There's nothing suitable to drink here. Floyd | Floyd | > | Bert says, "Ah, speedIF." | |
| Jacqueline says, "Ah, speed IF. How I love you." | ||
| phoenix says (to Floyd), "open flask" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/22 Floyd | Floyd | > OPEN FLASK Floyd | Floyd | That's not something you can open. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says (to Bert), "heehee" | |
| Bert says (to Floyd), "give flask to ligeia" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/23 Floyd | Floyd | > GIVE FLASK TO LIGEIA Floyd | Floyd | But that would bring Ligeia back to life. You don't want that! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| maga says (to Floyd), "give flask to ligeia. have threesome" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/24
Floyd |
Floyd | > GIVE FLASK TO LIGEIA. HAVE THREESOME
Floyd |
Floyd | But that would bring Ligeia back to life. You don't want that!
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Jacqueline says, "OHO" | |
| phoenix says, "lol" | ||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "kill rowena" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/25 Floyd | Floyd | > KILL ROWENA Floyd | Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "kiss rowena" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/26 Floyd | Floyd | > KISS ROWENA Floyd | Floyd | You suddenly realise that you don't love Rowena. Floods of Floyd | half-forgotten memories wash through you, leaving you thoroughly and Floyd | heartily hating her. On the other hand, you realise how much you Floyd | really loved your Ligeia.... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "give flask to ligeia" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/27 Floyd | Floyd | > GIVE FLASK TO LIGEIA Floyd | Floyd | Rowena stares at you in horror. "What are you doing??" Floyd | Floyd | Meanwhile, the colour begins to return to Ligeia's pale, wasted Floyd | cheeks.... Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "eep" | |
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x ligeia" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/28 Floyd | Floyd | > X LIGEIA Floyd | Floyd | Oh dear. You suddenly remember that Ligeia never was one to suffer Floyd | competition gladly. That's why you killed her. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "menage a trois" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/28 Floyd | Floyd | > MENAGE A TROIS Floyd | Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "kiss ligeia" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/29 Floyd | Floyd | > KISS LIGEIA Floyd | Floyd | Her cheek feels cold and lifeless. Floyd | Floyd | > | Jacqueline says, "This is such a Chris game." | |
| Bert says, "Perhaps she was always that way." | ||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "z" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/30 Floyd | Floyd | > Z Floyd | Floyd | Time passes. Floyd | Floyd | With a shriek, Ligeia launches out of the coffin and brutally attacks Floyd | Rowena. Screams fill the chapel and you are forced to run ... run ... Floyd | run.... Floyd | Floyd | You try to blot the memory of Rowena's stricken face from your mind. Floyd | Floyd | And then ... you remember your first wife, Lenore. Nameless, here, for Floyd | evermore.... Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | *** You have switched personalities *** Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | In that game you scored 0 out of a possible 0, in 30 turns. Floyd | Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game or QUIT? Floyd | > | phoenix says, "let me guess... we switch women and change our mind again a month later" | |
| Bert says, "Yay, Lenore." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Gosh, that's the only game in the whole speed." | ||
| Bert says, "ALso, despite it being his name, it is weird and confusing to me to hear you refer to Jeff as 'Chris'." | ||
| Bert says, "(I am not complaining, just remarking.)" | ||
| maga says, "yeah, they were still working out the kinks" | ||
| Jacqueline asks, "Jeff?" | ||
| Bert says (to maga), "Yeah, there are definitely a few 'kinks' in this game." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Oh oh oh - yeah" | ||
| maga says, "I think the original time proposal was like a half-hour or something" | ||
| Bert says (to Jacq), "The author of the game." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Only in your world, Bert." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "So, that was quite short, but I'm very glad we played it." | ||
| Bert says, "(I guess it's probably no weirder than seeing me talk as 'Bert'.)" | ||
| maga says, "and the two-hour limit ended up getting set by how soon Mis could finish the game, effectively" | ||
| Bert says (to maga), "That makes sense." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I think we've played some of SIF2, but not sure how many." | ||
| maga says, "(that is my recollection based on a transcript somewhere, and may be inaccurate)" | ||
| Bert says, "I don't remember if I even knew this one existed. I think I'd always assumed the onion Nostradamus one was first." | ||
| phoenix asks, "onion nostradamus?" | ||
Floyd ] Chapel 0/30 Floyd | Floyd | > LIST H Floyd | Floyd | Please give one of the answers above. Floyd | > | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "quit" | ||
Floyd | > Floyd | > QUIT Floyd | debugcheapnitfol quit with exit status: 0 | ||
| Floyd asks, "That game over already? It was just getting good. Wanna play another?" | Bert says (to phoenix), "One of the oldest speedIF events involved onions and Nostradamus in its specifications. IIRC." | |
| Bert says, "Which I might not." | ||
| maga says, "speed-IF 4, I think" | ||
| Bert asks, "Wow, that late?" | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "load handthatrocksthepumpkin" | ||
Floyd | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0.
Floyd |
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Floyd | Katherine and you always did love Halloween parties. You used to be the
Floyd | life of them, back in your home town. Having just moved to New York
Floyd | city a month ago, however, you had not expected to get into one this
Floyd | year. Especially since Katherine had elected to stay behind, leaving
Floyd | you here on your own.
Floyd |
Floyd | Enter your old net-friend Miseri, with an introduction to a Mr deMause,
Floyd | a strange and eccentric fellow who would just love to have you over for
Floyd | his Halloween Masque this year. All you have to do now is figure out
Floyd | how to find your way to Mr deMause's apartment.
Floyd |
Floyd | No easy task, since Miseri had neglected to give you directions. Add to
Floyd | that the pea-soup fog rolling about outside....
Floyd |
Floyd | Sigh. If only Katherine were here....
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | The Hand That Rocks The Pumpkin
Floyd | SpeedIF Competition #1
Floyd | Copyright (c) 1998 by Christopher Huang.
Floyd | Release 1 / Serial number 981029 / Inform v6.15 Library 6/7
Floyd |
Floyd | Your Apartment
Floyd | It's your apartment, and it's in the usual mess. The mess, in fact,
Floyd | threatens to take control of the whole apartment. Not that you have too
Floyd | much time to worry about it right now, of course. You have to find your
Floyd | way to Mr deMause's apartment ... The door to the south leads out into
Floyd | the foggy night, and that seems like a good place to start.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Bert says, "No wonder I had so much trouble with History in school..." | |
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | Porch
Floyd | You hadn't realised until stepping out tonight how dim the fog could
Floyd | be. The pea-souper spreads out in all directions, obscuring your
Floyd | vision. The steps leading down to the south disappear into it. Back to
Floyd | the north, the door leads back into the warmth of home.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can see a Jack O'Lantern (which is closed) here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "get pumpkin" | ||
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "rock pumpkin" | ||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| maga says, "it had considerably more entries than previous speedIFs, so possibly that's when speed-IF took off in the collective imagination and suddenly all the cool kids were doing it" | |
| phoenix says (to Floyd), "open pumpkin" | ||
Floyd | As you look into the pumpkin, a disembodied hand leaps out onto your
Floyd | shoulder! You scream in fright, and the thing scuttles off into the
Floyd | fog. Regaining your composure, you look inside the pumpkin....
Floyd |
Floyd | In the Jack O'Lantern is a note.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "read note" | ||
Floyd | The writing is spidery, and you realise that it is written in blood.
Floyd | Real blood. But perhaps the creepiest thing of all is the sheer
Floyd | friendliness of the message: "Midas (the hand) is your guide to Mr
Floyd | deMause's apartment. Do remember to cross his palm with silver, or
Floyd | something of the sort.... Katherine's already here at the apartment,
Floyd | and she's waiting for you."
Floyd |
Floyd | You had no idea that Katherine was anywhere near New York. There's a
Floyd | mystery afoot here. Or at hand....
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Jacqueline says, "It's a trap, peeps." | |
| Jacqueline says, "But of course we have no choice." | ||
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "follow hand" | ||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | Washington Square
Floyd | Pea-souper fog blankets everything. You know more by instinct than
Floyd | anything else that the way home is just to the north. Otherwise, all
Floyd | the streets leading out from here are alien to you.
Floyd |
Floyd | You notice the disembodied hand near the traffic lights, leaping at the
Floyd | red light. It misses. The light turns green, and the hand scuttles
Floyd | away.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "x traffic lights" | ||
Floyd | That's not something you need to refer to in the course of this game.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "follow hand" | ||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Jacqueline says, "Oh, it's not that it could no longer see the hand, it's that you can't follow." | |
| phoenix says (to Floyd), "x hand" | ||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd | You wander down the street into the fog, but the fog confuses you, and
Floyd | you soon find yourself back in Washington Square.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | Porch
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | Washington Square
Floyd |
Floyd | You notice the disembodied hand near the traffic lights, leaping at the
Floyd | red light. It misses. The light turns green, and the hand scuttles
Floyd | away.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "x light" | ||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Jacqueline says, "Convenient" | |
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd | You wander down the street into the fog, but the fog confuses you, and
Floyd | you soon find yourself back in Washington Square.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "w" | ||
Floyd | You wander down the street into the fog, but the fog confuses you, and
Floyd | you soon find yourself back in Washington Square.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd | You are carrying:
Floyd | a Jack O'Lantern (which is open)
Floyd | a note
Floyd | a red glass
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Jacqueline asks, "So, um, is this guess-the-direction?" | |
| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x glass" | ||
Floyd | A shard of red glass. You have no idea where you picked it up, or why
Floyd | you held on to it. Only the village idiot would find any use for it.
Floyd |
Floyd | Without warning, the disembodied hand scuttles across your path,
Floyd | pausing to wave a finger at you before disappearing into the fog.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "enter fog" | ||
Floyd | That's not something you can enter.
Floyd |
Floyd | You hear a faint scuttling through the fog, as of some spider lurking
Floyd | in the darkness.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "put glass in lantern" | ||
Floyd | You put the red glass into the Jack O'Lantern.
Floyd |
Floyd | You notice the disembodied hand near the traffic lights, leaping at the
Floyd | red light. It misses. The light turns green, and the hand scuttles
Floyd | away.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "drop lantern" | ||
Floyd | Dropped.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "z" | ||
Floyd | Time passes.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "z" | ||
Floyd | Time passes.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "z" | ||
Floyd | Time passes.
Floyd |
Floyd | Without warning, the disembodied hand scuttles across your path,
Floyd | pausing to wave a finger at you before disappearing into the fog.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "z" | ||
Floyd | Time passes.
Floyd |
Floyd | You hear a faint scuttling through the fog, as of some spider lurking
Floyd | in the darkness.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "z" | ||
Floyd | Time passes.
Floyd |
Floyd | You notice the disembodied hand near the traffic lights, leaping at the
Floyd | red light. It misses. The light turns green, and the hand scuttles
Floyd | away.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| phoenix says, "so much for that idea" | |
| Jacqueline says, "I'm thinking ... what do you call ne/nw/se/sw? They're not cardinal directions, too, are they? Are they, like, cross-cardinal directions or something? Anyway, those." | ||
| phoenix says (to Floyd), "get pumpkin" | ||
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "se" | ||
Floyd | You wander down the street into the fog, but the fog confuses you, and
Floyd | you soon find yourself back in Washington Square.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| phoenix says, "I think they're all the same" | |
| Bert says (to Floyd), "i" | ||
Floyd | You are carrying:
Floyd | a Jack O'Lantern (which is open)
Floyd | a red glass
Floyd | a note
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "x note" | ||
Floyd | The writing is spidery, and you realise that it is written in blood.
Floyd | Real blood. But perhaps the creepiest thing of all is the sheer
Floyd | friendliness of the message: "Midas (the hand) is your guide to Mr
Floyd | deMause's apartment. Do remember to cross his palm with silver, or
Floyd | something of the sort.... Katherine's already here at the apartment,
Floyd | and she's waiting for you."
Floyd |
Floyd | You had no idea that Katherine was anywhere near New York. There's a
Floyd | mystery afoot here. Or at hand....
Floyd |
Floyd | Without warning, the disembodied hand scuttles across your path,
Floyd | pausing to wave a finger at you before disappearing into the fog.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "drop red" | ||
Floyd | A few moments after dropping the shard of red glass, the hand scuttles
Floyd | across the square towards you and settles down to examine it. If you
Floyd | want to pick it up, now's your chance.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "get hand" | ||
Floyd | You gently pick the thing up by the wrist, gruesome though the thought
Floyd | may be. The fingers wiggle back at you questioningly.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "get glass" | ||
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "x hand" | ||
Floyd | A disembodied hand! What's more, an animated disembodied hand! Creepier
Floyd | and creepier ... didn't this sort of thing only happen in the movies?
Floyd | The hand seems to be wearing a signet ring on its index finger.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "x ring" | ||
Floyd | It's an elegant, gold signet ring. Something about it strikes you as
Floyd | being oddly familiar, though you can't imagine what. There seems to be
Floyd | a small depression in the ring, apparently made to hold something.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "put glass in ring" | ||
Floyd | The ring does not seem made to hold something like that.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "get ring" | ||
Floyd | The hand struggles in protest as you reach for the ring. You decide
Floyd | that it might not be such a good idea....
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "push ring" | ||
Floyd | Nothing obvious happens.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "turn ring" | ||
Floyd | Nothing obvious happens.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "x depression" | ||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "x glass" | ||
Floyd | A shard of red glass. You have no idea where you picked it up, or why
Floyd | you held on to it. Only the village idiot would find any use for it.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "cut me with glass" | ||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to cut yourself.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "cut me" | ||
Floyd | Cutting you up would achieve little.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "cut hand" | ||
Floyd | Cutting him up would achieve little.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "wear hand" | ||
Floyd | You can't wear him!
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "shake hand" | ||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "put hand in pumpkin" | ||
Floyd | You put the disembodied hand into the Jack O'Lantern.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "xyzzy" | ||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "l" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | Washington Square
Floyd | Pea-souper fog blankets everything. You know more by instinct than
Floyd | anything else that the way home is just to the north. Otherwise, all
Floyd | the streets leading out from here are alien to you.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | Porch
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | Washington Square
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd | You wander down the street into the fog, but the fog confuses you, and
Floyd | you soon find yourself back in Washington Square.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Jacqueline says, "Oh golly" | |
| Bert says, "(I was hoping the hand might react.)" | ||
| Jacqueline says, "I see where this is going." | ||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "verbose" | ||
Floyd | The Hand That Rocks The Pumpkin is now in its "verbose" mode, which
Floyd | always gives long descriptions of locations (even if you've been there
Floyd | before).
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "get hand" | ||
Floyd | You gently pick the thing up by the wrist, gruesome though the thought
Floyd | may be. The fingers wiggle back at you questioningly.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd | You wander down the street into the fog, but the fog confuses you, and
Floyd | you soon find yourself back in Washington Square.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "wave hand" | ||
Floyd | You look ridiculous waving the disembodied hand.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "point hand east" | ||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "x palm" | ||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "put glass in hand" | ||
Floyd | He can't contain things.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "hand, where is apartment" | ||
Floyd | There is no reply.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "x silver" | ||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Jacqueline says, "Oh wait, I guess I don't see where it's going. We can't cut ourselves and drip blood into the ring? LAME." | |
| phoenix says (to Floyd), "break glass" | ||
Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "give glass to hand" | ||
Floyd | The disembodied hand doesn't seem interested.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "x midas" | ||
Floyd | A disembodied hand! What's more, an animated disembodied hand! Creepier
Floyd | and creepier ... didn't this sort of thing only happen in the movies?
Floyd | The hand seems to be wearing a signet ring on its index finger.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "midas, hi" | ||
Floyd | There is no reply.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "touch ring" | ||
Floyd | You feel nothing unexpected.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "touch hand to glass" | ||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to touch the disembodied hand.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "put glass on hand" | ||
Floyd | Putting things on the disembodied hand would achieve nothing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Bert asks, "Do we need to find a gem for the ring?" | |
| phoenix says (to Floyd), "x pumpkin" | ||
Floyd | The pumpkin bears Miseri's unmistakeable style of carving. It grins at
Floyd | you hollowly, as if daring you to open it and look inside.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "search pumpkin" | ||
Floyd | In the Jack O'Lantern is a note.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "eat note" | ||
Floyd | (first taking the note)
Floyd | That's plainly inedible.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "show note to midas" | ||
Floyd | The disembodied hand is unimpressed.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| Ellison arrives, ready to play with the toys. | ||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x ring" | ||
Floyd | It's an elegant, gold signet ring. Something about it strikes you as
Floyd | being oddly familiar, though you can't imagine what. There seems to be
Floyd | a small depression in the ring, apparently made to hold something.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | Porch
Floyd | You hadn't realised until stepping out tonight how dim the fog could
Floyd | be. The pea-souper spreads out in all directions, obscuring your
Floyd | vision. The steps leading down to the south disappear into it. Back to
Floyd | the north, the door leads back into the warmth of home.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "n" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | Your Apartment
Floyd | It's your apartment, and it's in the usual mess. The mess, in fact,
Floyd | threatens to take control of the whole apartment. Not that you have too
Floyd | much time to worry about it right now, of course. You have to find your
Floyd | way to Mr deMause's apartment ... The door to the south leads out into
Floyd | the foggy night, and that seems like a good place to start.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "search mess" | ||
Floyd | What's this? It's that earring that you promised to have reset as a
Floyd | ring for Katherine! You'd better not lose it again.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "x earring" | ||
Floyd | This is one of a pair of earrings that you gave Katherine some few
Floyd | months ago. The other one was lost during, um, an adventure involving a
Floyd | hot spring which we shan't go into right now. Since Katherine never was
Floyd | one for single earrings, you told her you'd have the stone re-set in a
Floyd | solitaire ring.... The stone seems rather loose, actually.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| Bert says, "There we go." | |
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x stone" | ||
Floyd | You always believed that this was an amethyst, because it would glow
Floyd | violet when you held it. Now, however, it glows red whether you hold it
Floyd | or not, and you wonder if it could in fact be a misunderstood ruby.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "put it in ring" | ||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the earring or the signet ring?
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "put stone in signet ring" | ||
Floyd | You need to be holding the stone before you can put it into something
Floyd | else.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "get it" | ||
Floyd | You carefully pry it out ... well, that was easier than expected....
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "put stone in signet ring" | ||
Floyd | You carefully insert the stone into the depression in the ring. It
Floyd | seems to fit perfectly.
Floyd |
Floyd | In fact, the stone seems to be glowing brighter than before ... with a
Floyd | shocking suddenness, the hand leaps in your grasp and points an
Floyd | accusing finger towards the south of Washington Square.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | Porch
Floyd | You hadn't realised until stepping out tonight how dim the fog could
Floyd | be. The pea-souper spreads out in all directions, obscuring your
Floyd | vision. The steps leading down to the south disappear into it. Back to
Floyd | the north, the door leads back into the warmth of home.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| phoenix says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd |
Floyd | Washington Square
Floyd | Pea-souper fog blankets everything. You know more by instinct than
Floyd | anything else that the way home is just to the north. Otherwise, all
Floyd | the streets leading out from here are alien to you.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| phoenix says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd | Following the hand directions, you cautiously make your way down the
Floyd | street ... then with greater confidence.... It isn't long before you
Floyd | find yourself outside your destination, the melancholy apartment of
Floyd | deMause....
Floyd |
Floyd | You wander down the street into the fog, but the fog confuses you, and
Floyd | you soon find yourself back in Washington Square.
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | *** You have won ***
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | In that game you scored 0 out of a possible 0, in 69 turns.
Floyd |
Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game or QUIT?
Floyd | >
| phoenix says, "guess that last paragraph is a bug" | |
| Bert asks, "Oops?" | ||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||
Floyd | Washington Square
Floyd | [Previous turn undone.]
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| Bert says (to Floyd), "x hand" | ||
Floyd | A disembodied hand! What's more, an animated disembodied hand! Creepier
Floyd | and creepier ... didn't this sort of thing only happen in the movies?
Floyd | The hand seems to be wearing a signet ring on its index finger.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x finger" | ||
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "x ring" | ||
Floyd | Which do you mean, the earring or the signet ring?
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to examine the east wall.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "e" | ||
Floyd | You wander down the street into the fog, but the fog confuses you, and
Floyd | you soon find yourself back in Washington Square.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "signet" | ||
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognise.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
| ||
| Bert says (to Floyd), "s" | ||
Floyd | Following the hand directions, you cautiously make your way down the
Floyd | street ... then with greater confidence.... It isn't long before you
Floyd | find yourself outside your destination, the melancholy apartment of
Floyd | deMause....
Floyd |
Floyd | You wander down the street into the fog, but the fog confuses you, and
Floyd | you soon find yourself back in Washington Square.
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | *** You have won ***
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | In that game you scored 0 out of a possible 0, in 71 turns.
Floyd |
Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game or QUIT?
Floyd | >
| phoenix says, "I think we won" | |
| Bert says, "Yeah, probably just an irrelevant stray paragraph." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Yeah." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "That was pretty cool." | ||
| Jacqueline says, "Now I'm all wanting to write a speed if." | ||
| DavidW says, "For those of you who played Coffins today, you might like to see [LINK]" | ||
