ClubFloyd Transcript:
Shade by Andrew Plotkin
As played on ifMUD on June 15, 2014

The idea behind ClubFloyd is that each week at a pre-arranged time, a group of people meet online to cooperatively play a game of interactive fiction.

Below is a transcript of Shade written by Andrew Plotkin. It was released as part of the 2000 Interactive Fiction Competition, in which it took tenth place, and tied for third for Miss Congeniality. It was nominated for a number of Xyzzies: Best Game, Best Writing, Best Story, Best Setting, Best Individual NPC, and Best Use of Medium. In later 'best of' competitions, it took 4th place in The Top Five IF Games (Adventure Gamers, 2002) and 10th place in the Interactive Fiction Top 50 of all time (in 2011). You can learn more about the game, including how to download it, by visiting IFDB.


WARNING! Below you will find a transcript of people playing this game, and it goes without saying that the transcript is full of spoilers. So, if you've never played this game, and think you might like to at some point, I do not recommend reading any further. Instead, you might want to return to the interactive fiction page.


ToyShop & Floyditorium
#ClubFloyd Discussion



ZachR arrives, full of fun and funk.
ZachR has had its fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge.
Doug arrives, full of fun, but no funk.
ZachR arrives, full of fun and funk.
Jacqueline arrives, full of neither funk nor fun.
Roger arrives, full of fun, but no funk.
maga arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. Jacqueline says, "Lemme go pull up said survey."
Jacqueline says, "Well, right now, Shade is the winner."
Jacqueline says, "I am still sort of surprised we've not played this."
zarf asks, "what? what?"
Jacqueline says, "I KNOW"
Jacqueline says, "So, let's fix that."
zarf arrives, full of funk, but no fun. Jacqueline says (to zarf), "Glad you're here, so we can know whether or not the one on Floyd is the latest version."
Marvin arrives, full of fun and funk. Roger says, "That seems suitably Fathers'-Day, somehow"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "load sleepmask shade"
Floyd ]                     Your apartment, on your futon
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |     *** SHADE ***
Floyd | A brief story by "Ampe R. Sand" (Andrew Plotkin)
Floyd | First-time players should type "about".
Floyd | Release 3 / Serial number 001127 / Inform v6.21 Library 6/10
Floyd |
Floyd | Odd, how the light just makes your apartment gloomier. Pre-dawn
Floyd | darkness pools in the corners and around the tops of walls. Your desk
Floyd | lamp glares yellow, but the shadows only draw your eyes and deepen.
Floyd |
Floyd | Not much of an apartment, no. One desk, paper-piled, with a dusty
Floyd | computer shoved to the side. Your futon. Second-hand stereo sitting on
Floyd | a cardboard crate. A kitchen nook one way and a bathroom nook the
Floyd | other, with a closet to the side. A broad mirror tries to make the
Floyd | place seem twice its size; it halfway works. One window, whose shade
Floyd | is down, and the front door firmly shut.
Floyd |
Floyd | Your luggage is piled untidily by the door. A potted hyacinth sits
Floyd | beneath the window.
Floyd |
Floyd | You are sprawled on the futon, staring up into that gloom. Your eyes
Floyd | feel gritty. But it's too late -- early -- no time left for sleep,
Floyd | anyway. In a few hours your ride will arrive.
Floyd |
Floyd | On the desk are your to-do list and a travel book.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
maga says, "there is no Crazy Uncle's Day"
maga says, "which seems like an omission"
zarf says, "that is the latest version"
Jacqueline says, "hee"
Jacqueline asks (of zarf), "Is this the latest version?"
Jacqueline says, "Oh, sorry, you said."
Jacqueline says, "Then let's go, kids."
Emily arrives, full of funk, but no fun. Doug says, "Shade was played at Night Floyd, fwiw"
Jacqueline says (to Doug), "It was? The transcript isn't on the site."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x list"
Floyd ]                     Your apartment, on your futon
Floyd |
Floyd | > X LIST
Floyd |
Floyd | You won't accomplish much while slumped on the futon. That's been
Floyd | getting slowly more apparent for hours now.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get up"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > GET UP
Floyd |
Floyd | You lever yourself upright. Umf. It's amazing how much lack of sleep
Floyd | feels like a hangover, only without the preceding party.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x list"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > X LIST
Floyd |
Floyd | You sit down at the desk.
Floyd |
Floyd | The task list for your impending journey is a mess of crossed-out
Floyd | items and scribbled corrections. However, everything seems to have
Floyd | gotten done. The last line reads "Call taxi", and it has its
Floyd | checkmark, and here you wait.
Floyd |
Floyd | Come to think of it, as with a hangover, dehydration is probably the
Floyd | problem. Your mouth is dry wool.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says, "I mean it was played this past week."
Jacqueline says, "Oh."
Jacqueline says, "Oh, huh."
Doug says, "I think it was just diggle and DavidW"
Jacqueline shrugs. "We do often recover ground. No biggie."
Jacqueline asks, "Except, wait. Am I the only one playing this, then?"
Roger says, "I played it, lo these many years past"
ZachR asks, "I just don't know what I'm doing. Just ..floyd, then the command?"
Jacqueline says (to Roger), "Well, so did I, years ago."
Jacqueline says (to Zach), "Either that, or suggest here and I'll type it in."
Doug says, "I've never played it, but I'm not sure I'll be around for the whole game right now"
Jacqueline says (to Zach), "It depends on the game, how we approach it. Sometimes we use a driver (particularly on timed puzzles), sometimes it's just a free-for-all."
ZachR asks, "okay. Is there any way to make this channel the default so I don't have to type it every time?"
Jacqueline says, "Etiquette dictates that you ask before chaning locations, but that's not an issue in this game."
Jacqueline says (to Zach), "Yeah, just use ; instead of #ClubFloyd"
Jacqueline says, "You do #ClubFloyd to set the channel, then ; until you decide you want to set a different channel."
ZachR says, "oh okay"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "open cupboard"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > OPEN CUPBOARD
Floyd |
Floyd | You stand up, and step into the kitchen nook.
Floyd |
Floyd | You open the cupboard, revealing a box of crackers.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says, "that's good to know"
Jacqueline says, "Also, instead of ..Floyd you can just say f"
Jacqueline says, "Like, f open cupboard"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x sink"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > X SINK
Floyd |
Floyd | (the kitchen sink)
Floyd | The kitchen sink is spotless. Not through any virtue of yours, mind
Floyd | you, except for your inability to cook.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says, "also good to know"
Doug says, "I think that etiquette can be generalized to "ask before changing the game state in a significant way""
ZachR says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > I
Floyd |
Floyd | You are carrying nothing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline nods at Doug.
pollux arrives, full of fun, but no funk.
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x me"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > X ME
Floyd |
Floyd | You're you.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "I don't know why that wasn't the Inform default."
Doug says (to Floyd), "about"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > ABOUT
Floyd |
Floyd | This is a one-room game set in your apartment. ...But perhaps you've
Floyd | already gathered that.
Floyd |
Floyd | SHADE mostly uses the standard vocabulary of interactive fiction. You
Floyd | may find the command "find..." (or "where is...") convenient, though
Floyd | not critically important.
Floyd |
Floyd | SHADE is copyright 2000 by Andrew Plotkin (erkyrath@eblong.com). He
Floyd | began coding it on the morning of September 2, 2000, and raced like
Floyd | the wind to finish it in time for the Sixth Annual IF Competition.
Floyd | (SHADE placed tenth, which is pretty darn good, considering the
Floyd | overall excellence of the entries that year.) For more IF by the same
Floyd | author, see
Floyd |
Floyd |     <[LINK]
Floyd |
Floyd | SHADE may be distributed for free, but not sold or included in any
Floyd | for-profit collection without written permission from the author.
Floyd |
Floyd | All hail the beta-tester: Michael Kinyon (still inevitable after all
Floyd | these years). And the people who sent bug reports after the
Floyd | competition, who include (but are not limited to): Ross Presser,
Floyd | Gunther Schmidl, Matthew Murray, Joe Mason, Nick Wolfe, Caleb Wilson,
Floyd | Neil Cerutti, Jason McIntosh, Daryl McCullough, Lelah Conrad, Jeff
Floyd | Hall. And -- this game is dedicated to Meatball Fulton.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "It should have been."
zarf says, "heh, there's a list of old names"
Jacqueline says, "Yeah."
zarf says, "I was listening to _The Fourth Tower of Inverness_ that month"
Doug says, "two of those people tested my ShuffleComp game!"
Jacqueline says, "I didn't realize this hadn't won the comp. As many accolades as it gets, I had just assumed it had."
zarf says, "oh, yeah, it was a mixed reception"
Jacqueline says, "But I guess this was the year Kaged won."
Doug says (to Floyd), "find sleep"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > FIND SLEEP
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Roger says, "mmhmm"
zarf says, "and then _Being Andrew Plotkin_ beat _Shade_ by several places"
Jacqueline says, "heh"
zarf says, "I still have that t-shirt"
Jacqueline says, "True, I'd forgotten that as well."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "find glass"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > FIND GLASS
Floyd |
Floyd | The glass is in the kitchen nook, on the counter.
Floyd |
Floyd | You're still feeling thirsty.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take glass"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > TAKE GLASS
Floyd |
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Here we go."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "fill glass"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the bathroom nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > FILL GLASS
Floyd |
Floyd | You step out of the kitchen nook, and step into the bathroom nook.
Floyd |
Floyd | The faucet rattles, and water dribbles into the glass.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "drink water"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the bathroom nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > DRINK WATER
Floyd |
Floyd | (the glassful of water)
Floyd | You gulp the water. It feels vaguely astringent in your mouth,
Floyd | unsatisfying. Well, no doubt thirst will be more real after you fly to
Floyd | California --
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "California -- ?"
ZachR says (to Floyd), "x travel guide"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > X TRAVEL GUIDE
Floyd |
Floyd | You step out of the bathroom nook, and sit down at the desk.
Floyd |
Floyd | The Schmendrick's Guide to Desert Camping -- you've been
Floyd | studying it for weeks now. Vast alien reams of information:
Floyd | perspiration rates, sunburn factors, tent guying, and how to make a
Floyd | condensation still out of a trashbag and a tin can. You could probably
Floyd | write the book out longhand from memory; and none of it means a damn
Floyd | thing to you.
Floyd |
Floyd | (That's why you're going on this trip, after all. It is, of course,
Floyd | the Death Valley Om -- half arts festival, half cult, a week in the
Floyd | deep desert where people show off, have sex, take drugs, and maintain
Floyd | a twenty-four-hour constant OM. Sand, heat, and thousands of
Floyd | throats. A space outside the world; with no dues except that you join
Floyd | in the chant, as much as is in you to chant.)
Floyd |
Floyd | -- Fly? Where did you leave your plane tickets?
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "It's as if something's happened to catch us in mid-sentence. But what?"
Jacqueline says, "Oh."
Doug asks, "why did we go from the kitchen nook to the bathroom nook to fill the glass? no kitchen faucet?"
Jacqueline says, "I was wondering that."
Jacqueline says, "Possibly the kitchen sink is clean because we never use it because we use the bathroom sink."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x plant"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > X PLANT
Floyd |
Floyd | This plant is your one claim to actual responsibility. The hyacinth
Floyd | sits by the window, soaking up sunlight (when it's not night) and
Floyd | managing to thrive despite your lack of gardening skill. Although it
Floyd | looks a little parched at the moment.
Floyd |
Floyd | You hate this feeling. It happens all the time. Something
Floyd | safely accomplished, and then pow, you have to worry about it again.
Floyd | Unfair! The tickets must be here somewhere.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
zarf says, "I think 'fill glass from kitchen sink' explains this"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "fill glass from kitchen sink"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > FILL GLASS FROM KITCHEN SINK
Floyd |
Floyd | You stand up, and step into the kitchen nook.
Floyd |
Floyd | Nothing comes from the tap but an eerie distant howling. The kitchen
Floyd | sink hasn't worked since you moved in.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "x kitchen sink"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > X KITCHEN SINK
Floyd |
Floyd | The kitchen sink is spotless. Not through any virtue of yours, mind
Floyd | you, except for your inability to cook.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says, "that explains it"
Doug says, "ah right."
Doug says, "clearly it needs an exorcism."
Jacqueline asks, "A clever way around disambiguation? Or did you once live in an apartment like this?"
zarf says, "That behavior should be clearer to the player, of course"
Doug says (to Floyd), "find tickets"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > FIND TICKETS
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "fill glass"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the bathroom nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > FILL GLASS
Floyd |
Floyd | You step out of the kitchen nook, and step into the bathroom nook.
Floyd |
Floyd | The faucet rattles, and water dribbles into the glass.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "water plant"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > WATER PLANT
Floyd |
Floyd | You step out of the bathroom nook.
Floyd |
Floyd | You water the plant.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x plant"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > X PLANT
Floyd |
Floyd | This plant is your one claim to actual responsibility. The hyacinth
Floyd | sits by the window, soaking up sunlight (when it's not night) and
Floyd | managing to thrive despite your lack of gardening skill.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
zarf says, "I think I was planning on the player typing '...from kitchen' first, but that isn't actually likely"
Jota asks, "Oh, you're playing Shade?"
Jacqueline says (to Jota), "Yes."
Bert arrives, ready to play with the toys.
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x shade"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > X SHADE
Floyd |
Floyd | The shade is a white plastic sheet -- more yellowing, maybe. One of
Floyd | those roller mechanisms that never quite works. The shade is pulled
Floyd | down against the pre-dawn gloom.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "open shade"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > OPEN SHADE
Floyd |
Floyd | Darkness is already crawling around the edges of the windowshade. You
Floyd | have no desire to look night in the face.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x desk"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > X DESK
Floyd |
Floyd | The desk is, of course, an organized mess; overlapping piles of paper,
Floyd | inches high. The computer is a dusty beige block, several generations
Floyd | out of date, poking up hopefully from among the strata. The lamp hangs
Floyd | over all.
Floyd |
Floyd | A game-over message is flashing on the screen.
Floyd |
Floyd | You see your to-do list and a travel book on the desk.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take all"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > TAKE ALL
Floyd |
Floyd | There are none at all available!
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "x screen"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > X SCREEN
Floyd |
Floyd | You sit down at the desk.
Floyd |
Floyd | The computer is years old, and incompatible with just about everything
Floyd | but electricity. You use it for writing -- at least, you try to
Floyd | believe that you do.
Floyd |
Floyd | Right now, however, there's a game on the screen -- one of the text
Floyd | adventures, or interactive fictions, or whatever they are this month
Floyd | -- the only kind of game your beige antique can run, anyway.
Floyd |
Floyd | The you-have-died message is blinking morosely at you. You started up
Floyd | Ready, Okay! last night, trying to distract yourself until
Floyd | morning. But you can't get even halfway through without running out of
Floyd | insulin.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline grumbles.
Gerynar arrives, full of neither funk nor fun. Jacqueline says, "hee. <em>Ready, Okay!</em>"
Jacqueline asks, "How did Adam feel about the fact that you couldn't get halfway through it without running out of insulin?"
ZachR says (to Floyd), "x list"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > X LIST
Floyd |
Floyd | The task list for your impending journey is a mess of crossed-out
Floyd | items and scribbled corrections. There, near the bottom; "Buy plane
Floyd | tickets", and a checkmark. So where did you leave them? The desk? Your
Floyd | coat pocket? Could they have gotten packed accidentally?
Floyd |
Floyd | >
zarf says, "I don't think Adam ever said."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x desk"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > X DESK
Floyd |
Floyd | The desk is, of course, an organized mess; overlapping piles of paper,
Floyd | inches high. The computer is a dusty beige block, several generations
Floyd | out of date, poking up hopefully from among the strata. The lamp hangs
Floyd | over all.
Floyd |
Floyd | A game-over message is flashing on the screen.
Floyd |
Floyd | You see your to-do list and a travel book on the desk.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "open desk"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > OPEN DESK
Floyd |
Floyd | That's not something you can open.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Not one of those kinds of desks."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "search strata"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > SEARCH STRATA
Floyd |
Floyd | You carefully tilt up piles of paper, trying to avoid an avalanche.
Floyd | Nope. The tickets aren't there.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "x luggage"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > X LUGGAGE
Floyd |
Floyd | You've packed and repacked: breakdown tent, dried food, sunscreen,
Floyd | compass, mylar space-blanket, long underwear and showoff tats, walking
Floyd | shoes and dancing shoes and hiking shoes. You're ready for the Death
Floyd | Valley Om.
Floyd |
Floyd | (As ready as you're likely to get. Nothing is off-limits at the Om.
Floyd | "Law ends at sea level." In one place in the country, for one week, a
Floyd | community is formed from pure will. No enforcement; only desire, and
Floyd | the knowledge of what the desert can do. And the Om. Every religion
Floyd | chants, you remember reading that.)
Floyd |
Floyd | Oh dear. You didn't pack the tickets in with your luggage, did you?
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says, "Looks like in real life, "Ready, Okay!" is a novel, and not an IF."
zarf says, "that is the case."
Bert says, "It also has a character who's diabetic, but I can no longer remember which one."
Doug says, "though I'm a little surprised that no one's written one yet."
Jacqueline says, "Yeah. We have a copy. I haven't ever read it, keep meaning to. maga's read it, though."
ZachR says (to Floyd), "chant"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > CHANT
Floyd |
Floyd | This is no place for that.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "search luggage"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > SEARCH LUGGAGE
Floyd |
Floyd | You stand up.
Floyd |
Floyd | You quickly pop open each suitcase and riffle through, trying not to
Floyd | disarrange your tidy packing too badly. Nope. The tickets aren't
Floyd | there.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "type restart"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > TYPE RESTART
Floyd |
Floyd | (on the computer)
Floyd | You sit down at the desk.
Floyd |
Floyd | You've tried everything you can think of twice, and you're tired of
Floyd | trying. Maybe an idea will come to you later.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "So, wait. Burning Man isn't in Death Valley, so this is a nod to Burning Man or no?"
Doug says, "it's funny to tell ifmud to tell floyd to tell the Shade PC to type restart"
Jacqueline says, "I'm afraid I'm just not terribly familiar with that part of the country."
zarf says, "it is a nod to Burning Man with the serial numbers filed off."
zarf says, "cuz you know how litigious those hippies are"
Jacqueline says, "..."
Doug says, "Chanting Man"
ZachR says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > L
Floyd |
Floyd | You glance around. The desk is, of course, an organized mess;
Floyd | overlapping piles of paper, inches high. The computer is a dusty beige
Floyd | block, several generations out of date, poking up hopefully from among
Floyd | the strata. The lamp hangs over all.
Floyd |
Floyd | A game-over message is flashing on the screen.
Floyd |
Floyd | You see your to-do list and a travel book on the desk.
Floyd |
Floyd | Behind you, the futon takes up most of the apartment. A second-hand
Floyd | stereo sits on a cardboard crate. A kitchen nook one way and a
Floyd | bathroom nook the other, with a closet to the side. A broad mirror
Floyd | tries to make the place seem twice its size; it halfway works. One
Floyd | window, whose shade is down, and the front door firmly shut.
Floyd |
Floyd | The place is still too dim, except the corner where the desk lamp is
Floyd | somehow too bright.
Floyd |
Floyd | Your luggage is piled untidily by the door. A potted hyacinth sits
Floyd | beneath the window.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "turn off lamp"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > TURN OFF LAMP
Floyd |
Floyd | You do not want the dark.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
zarf says, "also I didn't know a damn thing about the real Burning Man and so I wanted to leave room for blatant mistakes."
ZachR says (to Floyd), "x futon"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > X FUTON
Floyd |
Floyd | The futon is definitely on the downhill side of life's rolling knolls.
Floyd | It serves as both couch and bed, if inadequately in each case, which
Floyd | makes it the most important piece of furniture you own.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "search futon"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > SEARCH FUTON
Floyd |
Floyd | You stand up.
Floyd |
Floyd | There is nothing on your futon.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "open front door"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > OPEN FRONT DOOR
Floyd |
Floyd | The sun hasn't risen; what light you have would just leak out into the
Floyd | night. Anyway, the taxi hasn't arrived, so there's nowhere to go.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "xearch luggage"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > XEARCH LUGGAGE
Floyd |
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "search luggage"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > SEARCH LUGGAGE
Floyd |
Floyd | You quickly pop open each suitcase and riffle through, trying not to
Floyd | disarrange your tidy packing too badly. The plane tickets still aren't
Floyd | there.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x pockets"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > X POCKETS
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "search cereal"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > SEARCH CEREAL
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "x stereo"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > X STEREO
Floyd |
Floyd | The stereo is old, dating from the era when matte-black, featureless,
Floyd | and opaque were the watchwords of hipness. It still works, however.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "open cupboard"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > OPEN CUPBOARD
Floyd |
Floyd | You step into the kitchen nook.
Floyd |
Floyd | That's already open.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "turn on stereo"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > TURN ON STEREO
Floyd |
Floyd | You step out of the kitchen nook.
Floyd |
Floyd | The stereo buzzes, hunts, and then locates its station. Ah, your
Floyd | favorite small-time indy worldbeat/techno station. At least you think
Floyd | that's what they call it. It's a pretty stream-of-consciousness
Floyd | format.
Floyd |
Floyd | The room fills with the sound of a Sino-Maori tune.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "search cupboard"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > SEARCH CUPBOARD
Floyd |
Floyd | You step into the kitchen nook.
Floyd |
Floyd | In the cupboard is a box of crackers.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "listen to tune"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > LISTEN TO TUNE
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "listen"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > LISTEN
Floyd |
Floyd | You are listening to a Sino-Maori tune.
Floyd |
Floyd | The radio begins playing a Sino-Basque tune.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "x crackers"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > X CRACKERS
Floyd |
Floyd | You buy this species of bland starchy substrate to put underneath your
Floyd | peanut butter.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Oh right, it was crackers not cereal."
ZachR says (to Floyd), "search crackers"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > SEARCH CRACKERS
Floyd |
Floyd | The box is closed.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "open crackers"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > OPEN CRACKERS
Floyd |
Floyd | You have no appetite this early in the morning.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
zarf says, "all these generative music combinations exist because I heard there was a band called 'Afro-Celt Sound System'"
Jacqueline says, "They're rather good."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "look in mirror"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > LOOK IN MIRROR
Floyd |
Floyd | You step out of the kitchen nook.
Floyd |
Floyd | The far side of the mirror is just as shadowy as this one. It's
Floyd | probably meant as commentary; not more space, just more of the same.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "look behind mirror"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > LOOK BEHIND MIRROR
Floyd |
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to look.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "search futon"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > SEARCH FUTON
Floyd |
Floyd | There is nothing on your futon.
Floyd |
Floyd | The radio begins playing a polko-Korean song.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "look under futon"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > LOOK UNDER FUTON
Floyd |
Floyd | You bend down, and see dust and assorted minor trash under the futon.
Floyd | Nothing unusual.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "find peanut butter"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > FIND PEANUT BUTTER
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "x bathroom nook"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > X BATHROOM NOOK
Floyd |
Floyd | The bathroom alcove has a toilet, a sink, and a shower stall that
Floyd | manages to make the rest of the place look roomy. Not much else; most
Floyd | of your accoutrements have been packed.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "take shower"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the bathroom nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > TAKE SHOWER
Floyd |
Floyd | You step into the bathroom nook.
Floyd |
Floyd | You turn the tap... and nothing happens. Hmm. The shower was working
Floyd | last night. You knew the pipes in your apartment were unreliable, but
Floyd | this is worse than usual.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "search book"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > SEARCH BOOK
Floyd |
Floyd | You step out of the bathroom nook, and sit down at the desk.
Floyd |
Floyd | The Schmendrick's Guide to Desert Camping -- you've been
Floyd | studying it for weeks now. Vast alien reams of information:
Floyd | perspiration rates, sunburn factors, tent guying, and how to make a
Floyd | condensation still out of a trashbag and a tin can. You could probably
Floyd | write the book out longhand from memory; and none of it means a damn
Floyd | thing to you.
Floyd |
Floyd | The radio begins playing a thumping Balinese song.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "x closet"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > X CLOSET
Floyd |
Floyd | You stand up.
Floyd |
Floyd | The closet (if you can call it that) is a shallow recess next to the
Floyd | bathroom. Peering into the (ahem) depths, you see an old jacket and a
Floyd | vacuum cleaner.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "f search jacket"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > F SEARCH JACKET
Floyd |
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "search jacket"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > SEARCH JACKET
Floyd |
Floyd | You root through the jacket's myriad pockets. Nope. The tickets aren't
Floyd | -- Aha. They are, after all. The tickets slide to the floor
ZachR says (to Floyd), "x jacket"
Floyd | and lie there, smirking at you.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > X JACKET
Floyd |
Floyd | Your jacket hangs in the closet. This is, of course, your old
Floyd | jacket -- vaguely waterproof but definitely ratty -- suitable only for
Floyd | errands around the city. Your new jacket, windproof
Floyd | weatherproof sandproof Xoron(tm), suitable for desert hiking, is
Floyd | neatly packed away in your luggage.
Floyd |
Floyd | (Not that luggage is the important part. The experience is supposed to
Floyd | be transformative. And, frankly, you're in need of transformation.
Floyd | Another month of this and you'll indistinguishable from this apartment
Floyd | -- beige, featureless, and up for cheap rent. At the Death Valley Om,
Floyd | they say, you may be sunburnt and thirsty and exhausted, but you're
Floyd | alive. Nothing sounds better. You're planning to try the solo Zen
Floyd | night hiking.)
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "hee Xoron"
Jacqueline says, "Xoron(tm), even"
Doug says, ""you'll indistinguishable""
zarf says, "whoops"
Jacqueline says, "VERSION FOUR"
ZachR says (to Floyd), "take tickets"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > TAKE TICKETS
Floyd |
Floyd | Taken. Something scrapes underfoot as you bend to pick the tickets up.
Floyd |
Floyd | The sound of a helicopter comes faintly through the closed window.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR asks, "uh..?"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "open window"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > OPEN WINDOW
Floyd |
Floyd | The window-glass is sealed; it can't open or close. Some notion of
Floyd | thermal efficiency. Truthfully, you like it that way.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "open shade"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > OPEN SHADE
Floyd |
Floyd | Darkness is already crawling around the edges of the windowshade. You
Floyd | have no desire to look night in the face.
Floyd |
Floyd | The radio begins playing an Indo-Shaker melody.
Floyd |
Floyd | The helicopter is getting closer.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says, "I am, of course, imagining that the old jacket looks like this: [LINK]"
zarf says, "secretly I like living in beige apartments. Lets me put up more wacky stuff on the walls"
ZachR asks, "do we just wait?"
Jacqueline says (to Doug), "yay"
ZachR says, "that jacket is fantastic"
Roger says, "Good jacket for a valley of death"
ZachR says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > Z
Floyd |
Floyd | Time passes.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "x tickets"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > X TICKETS
Floyd |
Floyd | Your round-trip tickets to California. You stare at them for a moment
Floyd | -- lost in the idea of the desert.
Floyd |
Floyd | The sound of the helicopter is fading now.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR asks, "Oh. red herring?"
Doug says (to Floyd), "x floor"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > X FLOOR
Floyd |
Floyd | It's a bit sandy.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says, "something scraped underfoot..."
Jacqueline says (to ZachR), "Not exactly."
Doug says (to Floyd), "x closet"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > X CLOSET
Floyd |
Floyd | The closet is a shallow recess next to the bathroom. Peering into the
Floyd | depths, you see an old jacket and a vacuum cleaner.
Floyd |
Floyd | The radio begins playing a Sino-Andean tune.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to ZachR), "Have you not played this? If so, yay."
Doug says (to Floyd), "x cleaner"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > X CLEANER
Floyd |
Floyd | The vacuum cleaner is a "luggable" model -- meaning that it's awkward
Floyd | to carry, but too small to be really efficient. Fortunately, you don't
Floyd | generate a lot of dust.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can barely hear the helicopter any more.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "I am playing, but only because it's been a decade since I last played it and I have the memory of a goldfish."
Doug says (to Floyd), "find goldfish"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > FIND GOLDFISH
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says, "It seems vaguely familiar but I don't think I have"
Jacqueline says, "aw"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x floor"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > X FLOOR
Floyd |
Floyd | It's a bit sandy.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Bert exclaims, "Maybe ZachR ought to be driving, then!"
Jacqueline says, "Yeah, possibly."
Doug says (to Floyd), "get dressed"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > GET DRESSED
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "dress"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > DRESS
Floyd |
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "He is playing too. We've both been entering stuff."
ZachR says, "This is fine"
Doug says (to Floyd), "wear clothes"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > WEAR CLOTHES
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Oh, and Doug, I guess."
ZachR says (to Floyd), "wear jacket"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > WEAR JACKET
Floyd |
Floyd | (first taking the old jacket)
Floyd | You don't need your old jacket.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "read list"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > READ LIST
Floyd |
Floyd | You sit down at the desk.
Floyd |
Floyd | The task list for your impending journey is a mess of crossed-out
Floyd | items and scribbled corrections. Huh. "Vacuum" is checked; you
Floyd | remember doing it. But look at this floor.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "vacuum floor"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > VACUUM FLOOR
Floyd |
Floyd | Just "vacuum". When you clean, it's pretty much cleaning the whole
Floyd | area.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "vacuum"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > VACUUM
Floyd |
Floyd | You stand up.
Floyd |
Floyd | The vacuum cleaner won't work usefully in the closet.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "take vacuum"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > TAKE VACUUM
Floyd |
Floyd | Taken. (Awkwardly.)
Floyd |
Floyd | The radio begins playing an Afro-Andean lullaby.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "vacuum"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > VACUUM
Floyd |
Floyd | You squeeze the handle, and the vacuum cleaner begins humming
Floyd | industriously. You run it back and forth on the floor. But it only
Floyd | seems to spread the sand around. In fact, it looks like there's more
Floyd | sand than before you started.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says, "I always hated spelling the word 'vacuum'"
ZachR says (to Floyd), "x sand"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > X SAND
Floyd |
Floyd | A trail of sand is visible on the living room floor.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "vacuum"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > VACUUM
Floyd |
Floyd | You squeeze the handle, and the vacuum cleaner begins humming
Floyd | industriously. You run it back and forth on the floor. But it only
Floyd | seems to spread the sand around. In fact, it looks like there's more
Floyd | sand than before you started.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Gerynar says, "I don't think the vacuum works right"
ZachR says (to Floyd), "x vacuum"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > X VACUUM
Floyd |
Floyd | The vacuum cleaner is a "luggable" model -- meaning that it's awkward
Floyd | to carry, but too small to be really efficient. Fortunately, you don't
Floyd | generate a lot of dust.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "empty vacuum"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > EMPTY VACUUM
Floyd |
Floyd | The vacuum cleaner is closed.
Floyd |
Floyd | The radio begins playing a Franco-Slavic tune.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to ZachR), "It seems like it should be double C double U to me. Never is."
ZachR says (to Floyd), "open vacuum"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > OPEN VACUUM
Floyd |
Floyd | You pop open the vacuum cleaner's casing. Sand spills out -- all over
Floyd | the floor. What the hell?
Floyd |
Floyd | The stereo clicks as a Franco-Slavic tune ends and the hourly news
Floyd | comes on. What? Morning must have arrived, although the world outside
Floyd | is still dark. The taxi should be showing up soon.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says, "maybe we're living in the bottom of an hourglass."
ZachR says (to Floyd), "open shade"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > OPEN SHADE
Floyd |
Floyd | Darkness is already crawling around the edges of the windowshade. You
Floyd | have no desire to look night in the face.
Floyd |
Floyd | "More allegations of campaign finance misconduct..." (Oh, fascinating
Floyd | news day.)
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "get sand"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > GET SAND
Floyd |
Floyd | You pick up a pinch of sand. It runs through your fingers; it's sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | "Sharp words between the superpowers today..." (Huh? There are still
Floyd | superpowers?)
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "empty vacuum"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > EMPTY VACUUM
Floyd |
Floyd | Some more sand sifts down out of the vacuum cleaner.
Floyd |
Floyd | "Three people reported missing at the Death Valley Om in
Floyd | California..." (Hang on.) "The popular desert arts festival was shaken
Floyd | yesterday when three attendees failed to return from moonlight hikes.
Floyd | State police are searching the area." (You resolve to read that desert
Floyd | camping book one more time.)
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Bert says, "Yay, Trinity ref."
Doug says (to Floyd), "x list"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > X LIST
Floyd |
Floyd | You sit down at the desk.
Floyd |
Floyd | The task list for your impending journey is a mess of crossed-out
Floyd | items and scribbled corrections. However, everything seems to have
Floyd | gotten done. The last line reads "Call taxi", and it has its
Floyd | checkmark, and here you wait.
Floyd |
Floyd | It must be morning, after all -- your metabolism is starting to
Floyd | ratchet up to daytime levels.
Floyd |
Floyd | "In the business pages, stocks are down..." (You once again lose
Floyd | interest.)
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "eat crackers"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > EAT CRACKERS
Floyd |
Floyd | (first taking the box of crackers)
Floyd | You stand up, and step into the kitchen nook.
Floyd |
Floyd | You pull on the box top. It's stuck, somehow. You yank --
Floyd |
Floyd | The top tears away, and white sand sprays out of the box.
Floyd |
Floyd | You're definitely getting hungry.
Floyd |
Floyd | "And that's, um... far out. Back to the groove, folks," and a
Floyd | Filipo-Korean song begins.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says, "well this is neat"
Doug says, "who needs to go to the desert when we've already got sand!"
ZachR says (to Floyd), "open fridge"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > OPEN FRIDGE
Floyd |
Floyd | You open the refrigerator, revealing a jar of peanut butter.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "x fridge"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > X FRIDGE
Floyd |
Floyd | It's yellow. Beyond that, it looks like every other refrigerator in
Floyd | the United States. The fridge is open; inside is a jar of peanut
Floyd | butter.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "get peanut butter"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > GET PEANUT BUTTER
Floyd |
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "x peanut butter"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > X PEANUT BUTTER
Floyd |
Floyd | Partially hydrogenated. Nutritive, reliable. Brandless and brown.
Floyd |
ZachR says (to Floyd), "open it"
Floyd | >
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > OPEN IT
Floyd |
Floyd | You unscrew the lid... with an unexpected grating sound. Something
Floyd | sifts to the floor.
Floyd |
Floyd | The peanut butter jar is full of sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | This is getting to be too much. You consider which of your friends
Floyd | might have snuck in here and set all of this up. No... mmm... nobody,
Floyd | really.
Floyd |
Floyd | Your stomach rumbles.
Floyd |
Floyd | The radio begins playing a Balto-Japanese chant.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline exclaims, "We found the peanut butter!"
Gerynar says, "correction, we found a jar of sand"
ZachR says (to Floyd), "eat sand"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > EAT SAND
Floyd |
Floyd | Which do you mean, the jarful of sand, the boxful of sand, the sand on
Floyd | the living room floor or the sand on the kitchen floor?
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says, "I Can't Believe It's Not Peanut Butter"
inky says, "peanut butter sand wich"
ZachR says (to Floyd), "eat jarful of sand"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > EAT JARFUL OF SAND
Floyd |
Floyd | (first taking the jarful of sand)
Floyd | You take a pinch of sand from the jar, and let it trickle back.
Floyd |
Floyd | The fridge door swings shut.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Nitku arrives, full of fun and funk.
Doug says (to Floyd), "spread peanut butter on crackers"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > SPREAD PEANUT BUTTER ON CRACKERS
Floyd |
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline gives gold stars to both Doug and inky.
Doug says, "we'll never be hungry because of all the sand which is here!"
ZachR says (to Floyd), "build sand castle"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > BUILD SAND CASTLE
Floyd |
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says, "find sand"
Doug says (to Floyd), "find sand"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > FIND SAND
Floyd |
Floyd | Which do you mean, the sand on the living room floor, the sand on the
Floyd | kitchen floor, the jarful of sand or the boxful of sand?
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "find sand on the living room floor"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > FIND SAND ON THE LIVING ROOM FLOOR
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
nm says, "and then: sand find"
ZachR says (to Floyd), "turn on faucet"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > TURN ON FAUCET
Floyd |
Floyd | (the kitchen sink)
Floyd | With an eerie hiss, dry white sand boils from the faucet. You yank at
Jacqueline says, "That is the best disambiguation paragraph ever."
Floyd | the tap, but the kitchen sink is already full, and sand spilling on
Floyd | the floor.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says, "I'm still partial to the two arks"
ZachR says, "no wonder the kitchen sink doesn't work. It's full of sand"
Doug says (to Floyd), "take shower"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the bathroom nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > TAKE SHOWER
Floyd |
Floyd | You step out of the kitchen nook, and step into the bathroom nook.
Floyd |
Floyd | You turn the tap... and nothing happens. Hmm. The shower was working
Floyd | last night. You knew the pipes in your apartment were unreliable, but
Floyd | this is worse than usual.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says, "aw"
ZachR says (to Floyd), "flush toilet"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the bathroom nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > FLUSH TOILET
Floyd |
Floyd | The result is predictable: the murky water in the toilet is replaced
Floyd | by different murky water.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "Murky, sandy water?"
Roger says, "This is what happens when a cat finds a ring of wishing"
Doug says (to Floyd), "fill glass"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the bathroom nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > FILL GLASS
Floyd |
Floyd | With an eerie hiss, dry white sand boils from the faucet. You yank at
Floyd | the tap, but the bathroom sink is already full, and sand spilling on
Floyd | the floor.
Floyd |
Floyd | The radio begins playing a vibrant Celtic song.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "put jarful of sand in toilet"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the bathroom nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > PUT JARFUL OF SAND IN TOILET
Floyd |
Floyd | You need to be holding the jarful of sand before you can put it into
Floyd | something else.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "Hey, it's daylight, can we open the shade now?"
ZachR asks, "oh is it?"
Doug says, "I don't think it is daylight"
ZachR says (to Floyd), "open shade"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > OPEN SHADE
Floyd |
Floyd | You step out of the bathroom nook.
Floyd |
Floyd | Darkness is already crawling around the edges of the windowshade. You
Floyd | have no desire to look night in the face.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks, "I thought it said it was morning... oh but the sun isn't up?"
Doug says (to Floyd), "open door"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > OPEN DOOR
Floyd |
Floyd | Which do you mean, the front door or the closet?
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "I mean, the morning news was on."
Doug says (to Floyd), "open front door"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > OPEN FRONT DOOR
Floyd |
Floyd | The sun hasn't risen; what light you have would just leak out into the
Floyd | night. Anyway, the taxi hasn't arrived, so there's nowhere to go.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "x watch"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > X WATCH
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "I like how light leaks out, as if it wouldn't be replaced with more. Like a liquid, or sand."
ZachR says (to Floyd), "sit on futon"
Floyd ]                     Your apartment, on your futon
Floyd |
Floyd | > SIT ON FUTON
Floyd |
Floyd | You flop down on the futon.
Floyd |
Floyd | The radio begins playing a Hispano-Nigerian melody.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "sleep"
Floyd ]                     Your apartment, on your futon
Floyd |
Floyd | > SLEEP
Floyd |
Floyd | You've been trying all night. It's not going to happen, no matter how
Floyd | long you lie here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR I was hoping it would turn to sand
Doug says (to Floyd), "play game"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > PLAY GAME
Floyd |
Floyd | You stand up, and sit down at the desk.
Floyd |
Floyd | You've tried everything you can think of twice, and you're tired of
Floyd | trying. Maybe an idea will come to you later.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "read list"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > READ LIST
Floyd |
Floyd | The task list for your impending journey is a mess of crossed-out
Floyd | items and scribbled corrections. In the middle of the page, you see:
Floyd |   - clean out closet
Floyd |   - buy stereo stand
Floyd |   - don't leave stove on
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "x stove"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > X STOVE
Floyd |
Floyd | The usual electric range arrangement. Weirdly, there is no oven in
Floyd | your kitchen. You don't know what lurks in the space beneath the
Floyd | stove. You've been afraid to pry -- the stove might turn out to be
Floyd | powered by radioactive decay, or something.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "turn on stove"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > TURN ON STOVE
Floyd |
Floyd | You stand up, and step into the kitchen nook.
Floyd |
Floyd | You turn the knob -- click. Then the stove emits a loud crackle. The
Floyd | burner frosts white, although you can feel the heat radiating from it;
Floyd | bits of its substance seem to be flaking away. Thermal shock? you have
Floyd | time to think. And then the entire burner arrangement slumps into
Floyd | white sand, which runs down off the stove.
Floyd |
Floyd | The radio begins playing a Franco-Korean tune.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "x closet"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > X CLOSET
Floyd |
Floyd | You step out of the kitchen nook.
Floyd |
Floyd | The closet is a shallow recess next to the bathroom. It's closed.
Floyd |
Floyd | Wait. Didn't the closet lack a door when you moved in?
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "open closet"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > OPEN CLOSET
Floyd |
Floyd | You reach for the knob; then hesitate; then reach again.
Floyd |
Floyd | You might as well not have bothered. The closet door bursts off its
Floyd | hinges before you can touch it. You leap back, barely avoiding the
Floyd | cracking plywood as it smashes to the floor, buried in the torrent of
Floyd | sand that is pouring out of the closet.
Floyd |
Floyd | After a few seconds, the room is still again.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > L
Floyd |
Floyd | You survey your one small room. One desk, paper-piled, with a dusty
Floyd | computer shoved to the side. Your futon. Second-hand stereo sitting on
Floyd | a cardboard crate. A kitchen nook one way and a bathroom nook the
Floyd | other, with a closet to the side. A broad mirror tries to make the
Floyd | place seem twice its size; it halfway works. One window, whose shade
Floyd | is down, and the front door firmly shut.
Floyd |
Floyd | The place is still too dim, except the corner where the desk lamp is
Floyd | somehow too bright.
Floyd |
Floyd | Your luggage is piled untidily by the door. A potted spider plant sits
Floyd | beneath the window.
Floyd |
Floyd | On the desk are your to-do list and a travel book.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can see a heavy layer of sand here.
Floyd |
Floyd | In the kitchen nook you can see a thin layer of sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | In the bathroom nook you can see a trace of sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "turn off stereo"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > TURN OFF STEREO
Floyd |
Floyd | You turn off the stereo.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "turn on stereo"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > TURN ON STEREO
Floyd |
Floyd | The stereo buzzes, hunts, and then locates its station. The room fills
Floyd | with the sound of an Afro-Andean fugue.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "x crate"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > X CRATE
Floyd |
Floyd | The crate your computer arrived in. It's dented and disreputable now,
Floyd | but still serves the time-honored purpose of holding your stereo up.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says, "huh, the hyacinth turned into a spider plant"
ZachR says, "huh. good catch."
Doug asks, "I guess we didn't buy the stereo stand? or did it revert?"
ZachR says, "it was a crate in the beginning"
Doug says (to Floyd), " stereo"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | >  STEREO
Floyd |
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "x stereo"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > X STEREO
Floyd |
Floyd | The stereo is old, dating from the era when matte-black, featureless,
Floyd | and opaque were the watchwords of hipness. It still works, however, as
Floyd | the strains of an Afro-Andean fugue demonstrate.
Floyd |
Floyd | The radio begins playing an Antarcto-Korean tune.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "open crate"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > OPEN CRATE
Floyd |
Floyd | You barely touch it, and the heavy cardboard abruptly tears. Sand
Floyd | pours out across the living room floor. The stereo sags; in moments,
Floyd | the crate is reduced to paper rags, which are immediately buried in
Floyd | the sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "read list"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > READ LIST
Floyd |
Floyd | You sit down at the desk.
Floyd |
Floyd | The task list for your impending journey is a mess of crossed-out
Floyd | items and scribbled corrections. In the middle of the page, you see:
Floyd |   - defrost refrigerator
Floyd |   - unclog shower drain
Floyd |   - pack clean socks
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "x spider plant"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > X SPIDER PLANT
Floyd |
Floyd | This plant is your one claim to actual responsibility. The spider
Floyd | plant sits by the window, soaking up sunlight (when it's not night)
Floyd | and managing to thrive despite your lack of gardening skill. Although
Floyd | it looks very dry.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "x hyacinth"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > X HYACINTH
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "open fridge"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the kitchen nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > OPEN FRIDGE
Floyd |
Floyd | You stand up, and step into the kitchen nook.
Floyd |
Floyd | You pull open the refrigerator, and try not to flinch as a wall of
Floyd | sand rushes out and buries your feet.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Roger says, "The player's attention is grabbed by a sandy hook."
ZachR says (to Floyd), "x shower"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the bathroom nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > X SHOWER
Floyd |
Floyd | You step out of the kitchen nook, and step into the bathroom nook.
Floyd |
Floyd | The shower stall is a familiar symphony in pinkish-grey tile and
Floyd | grunge. Well, more of a solo. A short solo.
Floyd |
Floyd | The radio begins playing a Filipo-Hmong tune.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "x shower drain"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the bathroom nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > X SHOWER DRAIN
Floyd |
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to examine the shower.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "x drain"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the bathroom nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > X DRAIN
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "unclog shower"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the bathroom nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > UNCLOG SHOWER
Floyd |
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR asks, "thoughts?"
Bert says (to Floyd), "turn on shower"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the bathroom nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > TURN ON SHOWER
Floyd |
Floyd | You turn the tap, and -- no surprise now -- dry sand floods from the
Floyd | showerhead. Shielding your eyes from the spray, you reach to turn the
Floyd | tap back off.
Floyd |
Floyd | A creaking from above warns you. You leap back as the plaster cracks
Floyd | overhead, and whiteness roars down.
Floyd |
Floyd | When silence returns, the entire far end of the bathroom is a blank
Floyd | slope of sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says, "ah. should have tried that."
Jacqueline says, "Golly"
Bert says (to Floyd), "x bathroom"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the bathroom nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > X BATHROOM
Floyd |
Floyd | The bathroom alcove has a toilet, a sink, and a drift of sand where
Floyd | the shower stall used to be.
Floyd |
Floyd | You see a trail of sand lying here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "open luggage"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > OPEN LUGGAGE
Floyd |
Floyd | You step out of the bathroom nook.
Floyd |
Floyd | You grab a suitcase handle -- which crumbles dryly in your grip. In
Floyd | seconds and in silence, the whole row of suitcases and duffels has
Floyd | collapsed to white sand on the living room floor.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > L
Floyd |
Floyd | You survey your one small room. One desk, paper-piled, with a dusty
Floyd | computer shoved to the side. Your futon. Second-hand stereo. A kitchen
Floyd | nook one way and a bathroom nook the other, with a closet to the side.
Floyd | A broad mirror tries to make the place seem twice its size; it halfway
Floyd | works. One window, whose shade is down, and the front door firmly
Floyd | shut.
Floyd |
Floyd | The place is still too dim, except the corner where the desk lamp is
Floyd | somehow too bright.
Floyd |
Floyd | A potted spider plant sits beneath the window.
Floyd |
Floyd | On the desk are your to-do list and a travel book.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can see inches of sand here.
Floyd |
Floyd | In the kitchen nook you can see a heavy layer of sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | In the bathroom nook you can see a trail of sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | The radio begins playing a Filipo-Javanese tune.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "I just gotta..."
Doug says (to Floyd), "look in mirror"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > LOOK IN MIRROR
Floyd |
Floyd | The far side of the mirror is just as shadowy as this one. It's
Floyd | probably meant as commentary; not more space, just more of the same.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "find sand"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > FIND SAND
Floyd |
Floyd | Which do you mean, the sand on the living room floor, the sand on the
Floyd | bathroom floor, some sand in the bathroom sink, the sand on the
Floyd | kitchen floor, the jarful of sand or the boxful of sand?
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "read list"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > READ LIST
Floyd |
Floyd | You sit down at the desk.
Floyd |
Floyd | The task list for your impending journey is a mess of crossed-out
Floyd | items and scribbled corrections. In the middle of the page, you see:
Floyd |   - remove package from kitchen storage
Floyd |   - find notes for IFComp entry
Floyd |   - flush notes down toilet
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Oh, I was hoping the >FIND SAND paragraph would have gotten quite a bit longer."
Doug says (to Floyd), "find notes for IFComp entry"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > FIND NOTES FOR IFCOMP ENTRY
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "find package"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > FIND PACKAGE
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "x cupboard"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > X CUPBOARD
Floyd |
Floyd | Your only kitchen cupboard is a small space beneath the counter,
Floyd | shelved in warped pressboard. The cupboard is open and bare. At the
Floyd | very back, sand falls from an upper corner, a few grains at a time.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "x kitchen"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > X KITCHEN
Floyd |
Floyd | You stand up.
Floyd |
Floyd | The kitchen alcove has a refrigerator, a sink, a stove, and barely
Floyd | enough space to stand between them. One wall projects out to form a
Floyd | counter, with a cupboard beneath it.
Floyd |
Floyd | The cupboard is open and bare. Sand spills from the open refrigerator.
Floyd |
Floyd | You see a heavy layer of sand lying on the kitchen floor.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "x oven"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > X OVEN
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "open freezer"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > OPEN FREEZER
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "close cupboard"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > CLOSE CUPBOARD
Floyd |
Floyd | The cabinet and counter start to groan as soon as you touch them. You
Floyd | slam the cabinet for good measure; and the stained pressboard crackles
Floyd | white, shivers, and explodes into sand. All right!
Floyd |
Floyd | A faint creaking comes from the direction of the kitchen.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR exclaims, "All right!"
Doug says (to Floyd), "pry"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > PRY
Floyd |
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "x stove"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > X STOVE
Floyd |
Floyd | Nothing is left of the stovetop but a corroded metal sheet, dusted
Floyd | with sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | With a muffled crack the kitchen ceiling gives way. Broken
Floyd | plaster and rotten lath tumble down as you stare. And they, of course,
Floyd | are followed by sand, white sand, rivers of sand. In moments the
Floyd | kitchen alcove is lost to your sight.
Floyd |
Floyd | The radio mumbles, "This is, um, one-oh-three... kay-tee-oh-whoa...
Floyd | your source for interworldbeat..." You can practically hear the bong
Floyd | gurgling in the background. After a moment, a Sino-Japanese melody
Floyd | begins playing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Our character seems to be handling this situation surprisingly well."
ZachR says (to Floyd), "play game"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > PLAY GAME
Floyd |
Floyd | You sit down at the desk.
Floyd |
Floyd | You've tried everything you can think of twice, and you're tired of
Floyd | trying. Maybe an idea will come to you later.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
zarf says, "or losing it"
ZachR says (to Floyd), "x computer"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > X COMPUTER
Floyd |
Floyd | The computer is years old, and incompatible with just about everything
Floyd | but electricity. You use it for writing -- at least, you try to
Floyd | believe that you do.
Floyd |
Floyd | The you-have-died message is blinking morosely at you. You started up
Floyd | Ready, Okay! last night, trying to distract yourself until
Floyd | morning. But you can't get even halfway through without running out of
Floyd | insulin.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Yeah, I realize."
Doug says (to Floyd), "find insulin"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > FIND INSULIN
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "type quit"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > TYPE QUIT
Floyd |
Floyd | (on the computer)
Floyd | You've tried everything you can think of twice, and you're tired of
Floyd | trying. Maybe an idea will come to you later.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "I think 'All right!' pretty much spelled that out."
Doug says (to Floyd), "get computer"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > GET COMPUTER
Floyd |
Floyd | That's hardly portable.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Bert says (to Floyd), "x kitchen"
Floyd ]                      Your apartment, at the desk
Floyd |
Floyd | > X KITCHEN
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "search papers"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > SEARCH PAPERS
Floyd |
Floyd | You carefully tilt up piles of paper, trying to avoid an avalanche.
Floyd | Yes, sand is scattered beneath.
Floyd |
Floyd | Carefully? You shove a paper-stack off the desk; it's a shower of sand
Floyd | before it hits the ground. Ha! You push another, and another, and then
Floyd | sweep the whole mass over the edge. White sand cascades everywhere.
Floyd | Laughing, you feel the desk itself give way.
Floyd |
Floyd | Pop. Oops. That was the light bulb imploding. The apartment
Floyd | is very dark and quiet of a sudden.
Floyd |
Floyd | The radio begins playing a thumping Estonian melody.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Gerynar asks, "have you tried turning the computer off?"
Doug says (to Floyd), "x lamp"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > X LAMP
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Jacqueline says, "Aw man. Aint' nothing like thumping Estonian."
Floyd | >
Bert says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > L
Floyd |
Floyd | You survey your one small room. Your futon. Second-hand stereo. A
Floyd | bathroom nook and closet are to the side. A broad mirror tries to make
Floyd | the place seem twice its size; it halfway works. One window, whose
Floyd | shade is down, and the front door firmly shut.
Floyd |
Floyd | The room is very dim, now. Blackness creeps around the windowshade.
Floyd |
Floyd | The computer has survived somehow, and lies in a pile of sand. A
Floyd | potted palm plant sits beneath the window.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can see a travel book, your to-do list and ankle-deep sand here.
Floyd |
Floyd | In the bathroom nook you can see a trail of sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "er, ain't, even."
Bert says, "That's what she said."
Doug says, "palm plant now."
ZachR says, "palm plant now"
Doug says (to Floyd), "palm plant now"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > PALM PLANT NOW
Floyd |
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
zarf says, "plant palm plant now"
Doug says, "you can palm a plant, can't you, etc"
Jacqueline says, "palm palm plant plant now now now"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "pray"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > PRAY
Floyd |
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "x glass"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > X GLASS
Floyd |
Floyd | An ordinary drinking glass.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "xyzzy"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > XYZZY
Floyd |
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "get stereo"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > GET STEREO
Floyd |
Floyd | That's hardly portable.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "open stereo"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > OPEN STEREO
Floyd |
Floyd | That's not something you can open.
Floyd |
Floyd | The radio begins playing an Antarcto-Javanese tune.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Bert says (to Floyd), "x list"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > X LIST
Floyd |
Floyd | The task list for your impending journey is a mess of crossed-out
Floyd | items and scribbled corrections. In the middle of the page, you see:
Floyd |   - flush notes down toilet
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "flush toilet"
Floyd ]                  Your apartment, in the bathroom nook
Floyd |
Floyd | > FLUSH TOILET
Floyd |
Floyd | You step into the bathroom nook.
Floyd |
Floyd | The toilet? Yes, it's the toilet's turn! You press the handle,
Floyd | grinning maniacally. And indeed, the sand rushes down the sides of the
Floyd | bowl; the shining porcelain itself crazes, cracks, and veils to the
Floyd | bathroom floor. The toilet is a pedestal, a stump, a mere pile of
Floyd | sand. Gone.
Floyd |
Floyd | A faint creaking comes from the bathroom ceiling.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "turn off computer"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > TURN OFF COMPUTER
Floyd |
Floyd | You step out of the bathroom nook.
Floyd |
Floyd | The computer is already off.
Floyd |
Floyd | With a muffled crack the bathroom ceiling gives way. Broken
Floyd | plaster and rusty pipes tumble down as you stare. And down comes the
Floyd | sand, a dry white rushing river, hissing, shrieking. In moments the
Floyd | bathroom is lost to your sight.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "read list"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > READ LIST
Floyd |
Floyd | The task list for your impending journey is a mess of crossed-out
Floyd | items and scribbled corrections. At the very bottom of the page, you
Floyd | see:
Floyd |   - call taxi
Floyd |   - wait for taxi
Floyd |   - look, make sure it's actually taxi before opening door
Floyd |   (That last entry in a hasty, nervous script.)
Floyd |
Floyd | The radio begins playing a thumping Hmong fugue.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "heh"
ZachR says (to Floyd), "find phone"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > FIND PHONE
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "turn off stereo"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > TURN OFF STEREO
Floyd |
Floyd | You turn off the stereo.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Bert says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > L
Floyd |
Floyd | You survey your one small room. Your futon. Second-hand stereo. A
Floyd | closet to one side. A broad mirror tries to make the place seem twice
Floyd | its size; it halfway works. One window, whose shade is down, and the
Floyd | front door firmly shut.
Floyd |
Floyd | The room is very dim, now. Blackness creeps around the windowshade.
Floyd |
Floyd | The computer has survived somehow, and lies in a pile of sand. A
Floyd | potted palm plant sits beneath the window.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can see a travel book, your to-do list and hills of sand here.
Floyd |
Floyd | You hear a car approaching outside.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "x mirror"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > X MIRROR
Floyd |
Floyd | The far side of the mirror is just as shadowy as this one. It's
Floyd | probably meant as commentary; not more space, just more of the same.
Floyd |
Floyd | A car horn honks outside.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "eat sand"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > EAT SAND
Floyd |
Floyd | Which do you mean, the jarful of sand, the boxful of sand or the sand
Floyd | on the living room floor?
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "eat jarful of sand"
Floyd ]                   Your apartment, in the living room
Floyd |
Floyd | > EAT JARFUL OF SAND
Floyd |
Floyd | (first taking the jarful of sand)
Floyd | You take a pinch of sand from the jar, and let it trickle back.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "open shade"
Floyd ]                             Your apartment
Floyd |
Floyd | > OPEN SHADE
Floyd |
Floyd | And if you see no taxi outside? What then? ...but the angry honking
Floyd | comes again. You yank hard on the windowshade, and it whips up as
Floyd | violently.
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | Blazing daylight floods the room.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says, "hooray"
Jacqueline says, "yay"
ZachR says (to Floyd), "x window"
Floyd ]                             Your apartment
Floyd |
Floyd | > X WINDOW
Floyd |
Floyd | Outside, dunes roll away to the rising sun. Nothing else is visible.
Floyd | Only the sunlight that burns you, full in the face. And sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd ]                             Your apartment
Floyd |
Floyd | > L
Floyd |
Floyd | Sunlight cuts across the room like hot butter, blazing from the
Floyd | window. The room is nearly barren now; walls and ceiling are blank,
Floyd | but for the window, the closed front door, and the full-length mirror
Floyd | across from them.
Floyd |
Floyd | The futon sits alone in the center of the room. Next to it, askew on a
Floyd | pile of sand, rests the faithful old stereo.
Floyd |
Floyd | The computer has survived somehow, and lies in a pile of sand. A
Floyd | potted cactus sits beneath the window.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can see a travel book, your to-do list and hills of sand here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR asks, "do we go outside?"
Jacqueline says, "Try it"
Doug says (to Floyd), "look in mirror"
Floyd ]                             Your apartment
Floyd |
Floyd | > LOOK IN MIRROR
Floyd |
Floyd | You look into the mirror. The far side is just as bright as this one.
Floyd | With the sunlight behind you, only your own face is in shadow -- the
Floyd | walls, the door, your furniture, are all full-lit. Beyond your
Floyd | reflection and the window-frame, the street outside, the houses and
Floyd | trees, are all --
Floyd |
Floyd | The street outside?
Floyd |
Floyd | You spin around.
Floyd |
Floyd [Hit any key...]
ZachR says (to Floyd), "open door"
Floyd ]                             Your apartment
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | Odd, how the sunlight just makes your apartment more prosaic.
Floyd |
Floyd | Not much of an apartment, no. One desk, paper-piled, with a dusty
Floyd | computer shoved to the side. Your futon. Second-hand stereo sitting on
Floyd | a cardboard crate. A kitchen nook one way and a bathroom nook the
Floyd | other, with a closet to the side. A broad mirror tries to make the
Floyd | place seem twice its size; it halfway works. One window, whose shade
Floyd | is up, and the front door wide open.
Floyd |
Floyd | Your luggage is piled untidily by the door. A potted hyacinth sits
Floyd | beneath the window.
Floyd |
Floyd | On the desk are your to-do list and a travel book.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Bert asks, "But is there a taxi out there?"
Doug says, "oops sorry"
Bert says, "Hyacinth."
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x list"
Floyd ]                             Your apartment
Floyd |
Floyd | > X LIST
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't quite make out anything unusual.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR asks, "wait what just happened...?"
Doug says, "I looked in the mirror"
ZachR says (to Floyd), "x window"
Floyd ]                             Your apartment
Floyd |
Floyd | > X WINDOW
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't quite make out anything unusual.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says, "that's the part I got"
ZachR says (to Floyd), "look in mirror"
Floyd ]                             Your apartment
Floyd |
Floyd | > LOOK IN MIRROR
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't quite make out anything unusual.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "x front door"
Floyd ]                             Your apartment
Floyd |
Floyd | > X FRONT DOOR
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't quite make out anything unusual.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Bert says (to Floyd), "x hyacinth"
Floyd ]                             Your apartment
Floyd |
Floyd | > X HYACINTH
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't quite make out anything unusual.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "x me"
Floyd ]                             Your apartment
Floyd |
Floyd | > X ME
Floyd |
Floyd | You're you.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "get luggage"
Floyd ]                             Your apartment
Floyd |
Floyd | > GET LUGGAGE
Floyd |
Floyd | You take a step across the room, but a quick movement distracts you.
Floyd | Something scurried along the wall? You can't see it any more.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Bert says, "Well, at least we've got that."
Bert says, "(Er, re: 'You're you.')"
Doug says (to Floyd), "x wall"
Floyd ]                             Your apartment
Floyd |
Floyd | > X WALL
Floyd |
Floyd | Which do you mean, the north wall, the south wall, the east wall, the
Floyd | west wall, the northeast wall, the northwest wall, the southeast wall
Floyd | or the southwest wall?
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd ]                             Your apartment
Floyd |
Floyd | > I
Floyd |
Floyd | You are carrying nothing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Bert says (to Floyd), "x something"
Floyd ]                             Your apartment
Floyd |
Floyd | > X SOMETHING
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "x northwest wall"
Floyd ]                             Your apartment
Floyd |
Floyd | > X NORTHWEST WALL
Floyd |
Floyd | You see nothing special about the northwest wall.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Bert says (to Floyd), "x movement"
Floyd ]                             Your apartment
Floyd |
Floyd | > X MOVEMENT
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "shrug"
Floyd ]                             Your apartment
Floyd |
Floyd | > SHRUG
Floyd |
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Bert says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd ]                             Your apartment
Floyd |
Floyd | > L
Floyd |
Floyd | You survey your one small room. One desk, paper-piled, with a dusty
Floyd | computer shoved to the side. Your futon. Second-hand stereo sitting on
Floyd | a cardboard crate. A kitchen nook one way and a bathroom nook the
Floyd | other, with a closet to the side. A broad mirror tries to make the
Floyd | place seem twice its size; it halfway works. One window, whose shade
Floyd | is up, and the front door wide open.
Floyd |
Floyd | Your luggage is piled untidily by the door. A potted hyacinth sits
Floyd | beneath the window.
Floyd |
Floyd | On the desk are your to-do list and a travel book.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "get luggage"
Floyd ]                             Your apartment
Floyd |
Floyd | > GET LUGGAGE
Floyd |
Floyd | You move towards the luggage but feel suddenly dizzy. Dehydration,
Floyd | probably.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "turn on stereo"
Floyd ]                             Your apartment
Floyd |
Floyd | > TURN ON STEREO
Floyd |
Floyd | You need to sit down.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "find glass"
Floyd ]                             Your apartment
Floyd |
Floyd | > FIND GLASS
Floyd |
Floyd | It's here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "fill glass"
Floyd ]                             Your apartment
Floyd |
Floyd | > FILL GLASS
Floyd |
Floyd | You reach out and touch your hand to the glass. It feels like glass.
Floyd |
Floyd | The reflection shimmers like water, but the mirror is only heat --
Floyd | pooling among the dunes, rising from the sands.
Floyd |
Floyd [Hit any key...]
Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button.
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | The land is nearly barren. Dunes roll away towards the rising sun; a
Floyd | little shade trails behind them, but that will soon be gone. The sky
Floyd | is flat and empty blue.
Floyd |
Floyd | Your futon sits nearby. The stereo leans against a dune. Your computer
Floyd | squats complacently, the color of the sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can see a travel book here.
Floyd |
Floyd | Click. The stereo is playing "Cool, Clear Water".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "x"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > X
Floyd |
Floyd | (the travel book)
Floyd | The Desert Elemental's Handbook -- you've been studying it
Floyd | for ages. Trace moisture segregation, arthropod ecocycles,
Floyd | sand/grit/fines sizing distributions. And, of course, the artistic
Floyd | aspects of heat, time, distance, and death.
Floyd |
Floyd | You skim through a few paragraphs about bones.
Floyd |
Floyd | Something moves beneath your futon.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "look under futon"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > LOOK UNDER FUTON
Floyd |
Floyd | You catch a glimpse of two tiny eyes, shining out from beneath your
Floyd | futon.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "x eyes" Doug asks, "I guess now we start playing Inhumane?"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > X EYES
Floyd |
Floyd | You still haven't managed to see it clearly.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "get up"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > GET UP
Floyd |
Floyd | But the taxi isn't here yet!
Floyd |
Floyd | You catch a darting movement past your feet.
Floyd |
Floyd | Click. The stereo is playing "Gotta Stop on the Road for Water".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "I'm sensing the DJ has a new theme in mind."
ZachR says (to Floyd), "sleep"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > SLEEP
Floyd |
Floyd | You've been trying all night. It's not going to happen.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "look under futon"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > LOOK UNDER FUTON
Floyd |
Floyd | You bend down, and see only sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | Something moves beneath the computer.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "make condensation still"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > MAKE CONDENSATION STILL
Floyd |
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "open luggage"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > OPEN LUGGAGE
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "look under computer"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > LOOK UNDER COMPUTER
Floyd |
Floyd | You catch a glimpse of two tiny eyes, shining out from beneath the
Floyd | computer.
Floyd |
Floyd | Click. The stereo is playing "Water From Another Time".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "hit computer"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > HIT COMPUTER
Floyd |
Floyd | Violence isn't the answer to this one.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "get computer"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > GET COMPUTER
Floyd |
Floyd | That's hardly portable.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "say hi"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > SAY HI
Floyd |
Floyd | You can only do that to something animate.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "x eyes"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > X EYES
Floyd |
Floyd | You still haven't managed to see it clearly.
Floyd |
Floyd | You catch a darting movement past your feet.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > L
Floyd |
Floyd | The land is nearly barren. Dunes roll away towards the rising sun; a
Floyd | little shade trails behind them, but that will soon be gone. The sky
Floyd | is flat and empty blue.
Floyd |
Floyd | Your futon sits nearby. The stereo leans against a dune. Your computer
Floyd | squats complacently, the color of the sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can see a travel book here.
Floyd |
Floyd | Click. The stereo is playing "Sun Gets In My Eyes".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "X feet"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > X FEET
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "x sky"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > X SKY
Floyd |
Floyd | The sky is dead blue, crushed by sunlight.
Floyd |
Floyd | Something moves beneath your futon.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "scream"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > SCREAM
Floyd |
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "look under futon"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > LOOK UNDER FUTON
Floyd |
Floyd | You catch a glimpse of two tiny eyes, shining out from beneath your
Floyd | futon.
Floyd |
Floyd | You catch a darting movement past your feet.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "look under computer"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > LOOK UNDER COMPUTER
Floyd |
Floyd | You bend down, and see only sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "w"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > W
Floyd |
Floyd | You pace around for a while.
Floyd |
Floyd | Something moves beneath the stereo.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > Z
Floyd |
Floyd | Time passes.
Floyd |
Floyd | Click. The stereo is playing "You Listenin' To Me?".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "get stereo"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > GET STEREO
Floyd |
Floyd | That's hardly portable.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "listen to stereo"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > LISTEN TO STEREO
Floyd |
Floyd | The stereo is playing "You Listenin' To Me?".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "yes"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > YES
Floyd |
Floyd | That was a rhetorical question.
Floyd |
Floyd | You catch a darting movement past your feet.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Marvin says (to Floyd), "push stereo"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > PUSH STEREO
Floyd |
Floyd | You are unable to.
Floyd |
Floyd | Click. The stereo is playing "Ain't Gonna Make It".
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "look under futon"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > LOOK UNDER FUTON
Floyd |
Floyd | You bend down, and see only sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | Something moves beneath the computer.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "look under computer"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > LOOK UNDER COMPUTER
Floyd |
Floyd | You catch a glimpse of two tiny eyes, shining out from beneath the
Floyd | computer.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "look under stereo"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > LOOK UNDER STEREO
Floyd |
Floyd | You bend down, and see only sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | You catch a darting movement past your feet.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "turn off stereo"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > TURN OFF STEREO
Floyd |
Floyd | A garbled news report comes on just as you reach for the switch.
Floyd | "Death Val... hikers... missing for... still... hope, say..."
Floyd |
Floyd | ...Old news. You hit the switch: click. The stereo falls silent, turns
Floyd | white, and drops instantly away into sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | A tiny figure burrows out of the new-fallen sand. You just have time
Floyd | to make out its shape -- human -- before it darts behind you and out
Floyd | of sight.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline exclaims, "No, no, no. Don't play <em>Ain't Gonna Make It</em>!"
Doug says (to Floyd), "turn around"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > TURN AROUND
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "x human"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > X HUMAN
Floyd |
Floyd | You still haven't managed to see it clearly.
Floyd |
Floyd | Something moves beneath your futon.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Roger says, "Fortunately there ain't no one for to give us no pain"
Doug says (to Floyd), "x computer"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > X COMPUTER
Floyd |
Floyd | The game's opening sits neatly at the top of the screen, followed by a
Floyd | command prompt.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "stand"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > STAND
Floyd |
Floyd | But the taxi isn't here yet!
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "play game"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > PLAY GAME
Floyd |
Floyd | You crouch and play through the computer game again.
Floyd |
Floyd | You catch a darting movement past your feet.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "x computer"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > X COMPUTER
Floyd |
Floyd | The game's closing message blinks at the bottom of the screen.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "read screen"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > READ SCREEN
Floyd |
Floyd | The game's closing message blinks at the bottom of the screen.
Floyd |
Floyd | Something moves beneath the computer.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "read message"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > READ MESSAGE
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "read closing message"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > READ CLOSING MESSAGE
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "turn off computer"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > TURN OFF COMPUTER
Floyd |
Floyd | "The only way to win is not to play," flashes the screen. You roll
Floyd | your eyes. The oldest lie; nobody's bought it since ever.
Floyd |
Floyd | You hit the power key; the computer gives a tiny sigh and crumbles
Floyd | away.
Floyd |
Floyd | A tiny figure burrows out of the new-fallen sand. You just have time
Floyd | to make out its shape -- human -- before it darts behind you and out
Floyd | of sight.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "x screen"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > X SCREEN
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Hee. Nice War Games ref."
Doug says (to Floyd), "fold up futon"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > FOLD UP FUTON
Floyd |
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "fold futon"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > FOLD FUTON
Floyd |
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "close futon"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > CLOSE FUTON
Floyd |
Floyd | That's not something you can close.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "These tiny people are creeping me out."
Doug asks, "I think it's just one?"
Doug says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > L
Floyd |
Floyd | The land is nearly barren. Dunes roll away towards the rising sun; a
Floyd | little shade trails behind them, but that will soon be gone. The sky
Floyd | is flat and empty blue.
Floyd |
Floyd | Your futon sits nearby.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can see a travel book here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "read book"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > READ BOOK
Floyd |
Floyd | The Desert Elemental's Handbook -- you've been studying it
Floyd | for ages. Trace moisture segregation, arthropod ecocycles,
Floyd | sand/grit/fines sizing distributions. And, of course, the artistic
Floyd | aspects of heat, time, distance, and death.
Floyd |
Floyd | You're especially fond of an essay on starvation.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "close book"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > CLOSE BOOK
Floyd |
Floyd | That's not something you can close.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "get book"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > GET BOOK
Floyd |
Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "lie down"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > LIE DOWN
Floyd |
Floyd | I didn't understand that sentence.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "sit"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > SIT
Floyd |
Floyd | (on top of your futon)
Floyd | You sit down, and find yourself seated on bare sand. The futon has
Floyd | disintegrated without a sound or a final word.
Floyd |
Floyd | A tiny figure burrows out of the new-fallen sand. It darts one way,
Floyd | then the other; but there is no more shelter.
Floyd |
Floyd | The figure seems to be chanting to itself.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "lie on futon"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > LIE ON FUTON
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "chant"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > CHANT
Floyd |
Floyd | There is no place for that here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline asks (of Doug), "The same one, over and over, search for us in the distance?"
Doug says (to Floyd), "x figure"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > X FIGURE
Floyd |
Floyd | A tiny human figure walks across the sand. It doesn't seem to notice
Floyd | you.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR asks, "I thought we were already sitting?"
Jacqueline says, "er, searching"
ZachR says (to Floyd), "chant"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > CHANT
Floyd |
Floyd | There is no place for that here.
Floyd |
Floyd | The figure looks around, shading its eyes, and then sets out in a
Floyd | slightly different direction.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "follow figure"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > FOLLOW FIGURE
Floyd |
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline exclaims, "!"
Jacqueline exclaims, "z!"
ZachR says (to Floyd), "say hi"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > SAY HI
Floyd |
Floyd | You can only do that to something animate.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "talk to figure"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > TALK TO FIGURE
Floyd |
Floyd | That's not a verb I recognize.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > I
Floyd |
Floyd | You are carrying a travel book.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "ask figure about sand"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > ASK FIGURE ABOUT SAND
Floyd |
Floyd | As you speak, currents of air curl across the sand. The figure
Floyd | clutches its clothing about itself and staggers on, ignoring you.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "kiss figure"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > KISS FIGURE
Floyd |
Floyd | You kneel and brush your lips over the figure's forehead. It shakes
Floyd | its head, unseeing, and then collapses. You watch in concern, but in a
Floyd | few moments it struggles to its feet again.
Floyd |
Floyd | The figure moves more slowly now.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "give book to figure"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > GIVE BOOK TO FIGURE
Floyd |
Floyd | The figure doesn't seem to see you.
Floyd |
Floyd | The figure looks around, shading its eyes, and then sets out in a
Floyd | slightly different direction.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "drop book"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > DROP BOOK
Floyd |
Floyd | Dropped.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "e"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > E
Floyd |
Floyd | You pace around for a while.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "die"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > DIE
Floyd |
Floyd | Are you sure you want to quit?
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "no"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > NO
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > L
Floyd |
Floyd | The land is nearly barren. Dunes roll away towards the rising sun; a
Floyd | little shade trails behind them, but that will soon be gone. The sky
Floyd | is flat and empty blue.
Floyd |
Floyd | A tiny figure inches across the sand.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can see a travel book here.
Floyd |
Floyd | The figure closes its eyes for a few seconds.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Jacqueline says, "Yikes"
Jacqueline says, "I was KIDDING"
Jacqueline says, "heh"
Doug says (to Floyd), "open book"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > OPEN BOOK
Floyd |
Floyd | The Desert Elemental's Handbook -- you've been studying it
Floyd | for ages. Trace moisture segregation, arthropod ecocycles,
Floyd | sand/grit/fines sizing distributions. And, of course, the artistic
Floyd | aspects of heat, time, distance, and death.
Floyd |
Floyd | You study an essay on scorpions.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says, "the only way to win is to not play"
Jacqueline says (to Floyd), "say om"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > SAY OM
Floyd |
Floyd | You can only do that to something animate.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "say om to figure"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > SAY OM TO FIGURE
Floyd |
Floyd | As you speak, currents of air curl across the sand. The figure
Floyd | clutches its clothing about itself and staggers on, ignoring you.
Floyd |
Floyd | The figure slumps to the sand. No -- it's still moving, though on
Floyd | hands and knees.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "say om to figure"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > SAY OM TO FIGURE
Floyd |
Floyd | As you speak, currents of air curl across the sand. The figure
Floyd | clutches its clothing about itself and staggers on, ignoring you.
Floyd |
Floyd | The figure falls. After a few seconds... it still doesn't move.
Floyd |
Floyd | The sands quickly cover it.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says, "oops."
ZachR says, "welp"
Doug asks, "undo? or was it inevitable?"
ZachR says, "my guess is inevitable"
Doug says (to Floyd), "close book"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > CLOSE BOOK
Floyd |
Floyd | Nothing to do but wait.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "wait"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > WAIT
Floyd |
Floyd | Time passes.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > Z
Floyd |
Floyd | Time passes.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "find sand"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > FIND SAND
Floyd |
Floyd | Nothing to do but wait.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Marvin says, "There is no way to make the game 'unwinnable'."
Jacqueline says, "I was thinking it was a searcher, but more likely one of our fellow missing hikers."
Doug says (to Floyd), "x me"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > X ME
Floyd |
Floyd | You're you.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Marvin says (to Floyd), "x figure"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > X FIGURE
Floyd |
Floyd | You can't see any such thing.
Jacqueline says (to Marvin), "Well, we screwed up the second we started playing."
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "jump"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > JUMP
Floyd |
Floyd | Nothing to do but wait.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > Z
Floyd |
Floyd | Time passes.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Marvin says, "Yeah, I was going to add 'except by loading it up'"
ZachR says (to Floyd), "z"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > Z
Floyd |
Floyd | Time passes.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Marvin says (to Floyd), "dig"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > DIG
Floyd |
Floyd | (in the travel book)
Floyd | Nothing to do but wait.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says, "hm, maybe we do need to die"
Marvin says, "I think die is just a synonym for quit."
Doug says, "but it did just seem like a -- yeah"
ZachR asks, "save then quit?"
Marvin says, "No, there's an end."
Doug says (to Floyd), "wait for taxi"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > WAIT FOR TAXI
Floyd |
Floyd | I only understood you as far as wanting to wait.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Marvin says (to Floyd), "i"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > I
Floyd |
Floyd | You are carrying nothing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Marvin says (to Floyd), "l"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > L
Floyd |
Floyd | The land is nearly barren. Dunes roll away towards the rising sun; a
Floyd | little shade trails behind them, but that will soon be gone. The sky
Floyd | is flat and empty blue.
Floyd |
Floyd | You can see a travel book here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Doug says (to Floyd), "wait"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > WAIT
Floyd |
Floyd | Time passes.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Marvin says (to Floyd), "read book"
Floyd ]                               Your home
Floyd |
Floyd | > READ BOOK
Floyd |
Floyd | The cover is worn now. The pages are all blank.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
Marvin says (to Floyd), "take book"
Floyd ]                                  ...
Floyd |
Floyd | > TAKE BOOK
Floyd |
Floyd | The tiny figure crawls out from under the sands. It's dead.
Floyd |
Floyd | "You win," it says. "Okay, my turn again."
Floyd |
Floyd | >...
Floyd | Nothing left to do. Time passes.
Floyd |
Floyd | The sun crawls higher.
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |     *** SHADE ***
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game or QUIT?
Floyd | >
ZachR says (to Floyd), "throw book"
Floyd ]                                  ...
Floyd |
Floyd | > THROW BOOK
Floyd |
Floyd | Please give one of the answers above.
Floyd | >
Roger says, "good jorb"
ZachR says, "that was weird"
Doug asks, "it's dead, or it's Death?"
Marvin says, "I think this is about the point where we begin a huge discussion on rgif about what the HELL we just played."
Roger says, "I'm not personally fond of this sort of 'gameplay is flailing around' approach, but still this is probably the best implementation of it I've played"
Jacqueline says, "Well, it fits with the plot in this case. A rare thing."
Jacqueline says, "Thanks! I'm glad we played that."
ZachR says, "helicopter makes sense now"
zarf says, "yay"
Jacqueline says, "Even if NightFloyd just played it. And now I will go post both transcripts so that we can compare our session with theirs."
ZachR says, "That was fun"
Jacqueline says, "People have said they'd either like to play Slouching Towards Bedlam or Savoir Fair next... both quite long."
Marvin says, "I remember when I first played it, I kinda went nuts making sand appear everywhere, and then I got stuck for ages trying to figure out where the next sand would come from."
Jacqueline says, "I guess it's been awhile since we did a multi-week, so that's cool."
Marvin says, "Which was less fun."
Doug asks, "have we already played the Practice Club games?"
Roger says, "I have fond memories of Bedlam; I shamefully have never actually played Savoir Faire"
Jacqueline says (to Doug), "Emily was telling me that Practice Club hadn't really solidified yet. Has it? Where do I learn more."
ZachR says, "I haven't played either one. I just downloaded them both yesterday though so they're on my to-do list"
Jacqueline says, "Ironically, I missed yesterday's TheoryClub discussion on interactive non-fiction because I was lying on a bank of a canal thinking about writing some interactive non-fiction."
Jacqueline says, "And I mentioned this to Emily and she brought up Practice Club."
zarf says, "we've thrown a few games at PracticeClub, but it hasn't generated much post-chat discussion"
Jacqueline asks, "So, wait. Is Practice Club games that represent the topic, or games inspired by the topic?"
zarf says, "inspired by the discussion of the topic"
Jacqueline nods.
Jacqueline asks, "So there have been some games created?"
Jacqueline asks, "Where do you find them?"
Roger says, "Practice Club: [LINK]"
Doug says, "here's a review of Shade (by crumple) that DavidW pointed out: [LINK]"
Jacqueline sighs. "So, Perry didn't start correctly because it wasn't shut down correctly, so I will have to reconstruct our transcript from just now. There'll be a delay, but I'm working on it.
Doug says, "so I think the tiny creature was the original PC, and at that point we were playing the Desert Elemental"
Bert asks, "So is there going to be a discussion of What Just Happened, or is it assumed that everyone already has a solid idea?"
Doug asks, "is there another ending? some way to avoid killing him?"
Jacqueline says, "Well, it's assumed, but maybe we all have different assumptions."
Bert says (to Doug), "I don't believe so."
Gerynar disappears through an invisible gap in the MUD. You think you may have heard the sounds of chatting before the gap closed again.
PerrySimm arrives, ready to play with the toys. ZachR says, "I need to go, but I hope to be back next week. Thanks, guys"
Doug asks, "I guess 'You win. My turn again.' implies that the one playing the Desert Elemental always wins?"
ZachR goes home. Doug asks (of Bert), "so What do you think Just Happened?"
Bert says, "I think that the entire game takes place after you've already gone to the desert event thing, went on the night hike and got lost in the desert."
Bert says, "And that the whole game is a series of increasingly surreal hallucinations as you're dying of thirst."
Jacqueline says, "That is what I think, too. So yay."
Jacqueline asks (of zarf), "What do YOU think it is?"
Bert says, "And in the end, you've started to disassociate and lose track of your identity, so you're now thinking of yourself as the personification of the Desert, and seeing your actual self as a tiny little powerless being running around in it."
Marvin says, "I think it's the 'my turn again' line that completely confuses me."
Bert says, "Yeah, that's the part that I never quite got either."
Jacqueline says, "Hrm. I guess that last part about the tiny person I was perhaps taking too literally. I like your interpretation better, Bert."
Doug | The tickets are not merely hidden, nor hidden randomly. The code declares them to be hidden in "the third hiding spot searched."
Bert says (to Jacq), "Note that the book is the Desert Elemental's Handbook now."
Jacqueline says, "Crazy Uncle Zarf is now maddeningly idle."
zarf emits an ostentatious snore
Jacqueline says (to Bert), "Oh yeah. Right."
Jacqueline says (to zarf), "See, this is the whole cool point of having authors attend CF. To give us the director's audio track."
Jacqueline says, "And your director's audio track is composed of snores."
zarf says, "hey, I have been forthcoming about development details"
Doug says, "the source code is available"
Bert nudges Zarf. He suddenly collapses into a pile of sand!
zarf says, "and the source code is available, yeah. I've been meaning to put up source code for all my released games"
Jacqueline says, "The source code, unless it's annotated, woudln't answer our question(s), though."
Marvin says, "I think if the questions were meant to be answered, they'd have been answered a *long* time ago."
zarf says, "I do not talk about what it all means. You knwo that"
zarf says, "that doesn't add anything"
Jacqueline says, "It was better when you were snoring."
Doug says, "it adds Yet Another Person's Interpretation"
zarf says, "zzzSCHNONKzzz"
Bert asks, "It subtracts all of the other meanings that you've ruled out?"
zarf says, "now I'm dating an artist, and she doesn't understand why I *ever* talk about my IF at all"
Jacqueline says, "heh"
Roger says, "Dehydration was sort of intermediate killing machine, between old-school starvation puzzles and the later new wave. There were quite a bunch of them, I seem to recall."
zarf says, "she's like 'I make things and people buy them. That's the whole deal.'"
Jacqueline asks, "Does she also not understand why you give your art away for free?"
Bert says, "Yeah, but her things probably aren't built around an inherent premise of 'the whole point of this thing is to figure it out'."
zarf says, "we've talked about that, yeah"
Jacqueline says, "Though I guess you're generating some App Store revenue these days..."
zarf says, "it's more complicated an issue"
zarf says, "I think I generated $75 in App Store revenue last month"
Jacqueline says, "oh"
zarf says, "ah well"
zarf says, "eventually I'll ship HL and then I can start working on projects that will make money"
Jacqueline asks, "Is HL going to be commercial?"
zarf says, "yes"
zarf says, "but it won't sell much"
Jacqueline nods.
Doug asks, "so are there negative reviews from the time of the comp that explain why Shade only finished 10th?"
zarf says, "I haven't gone back to look."
Jota asks, "It was anonymous, wasn't it?"
zarf says, "yes (pseudonymous)"
maga says, "a) it was a big comp and on first glance Shade looks like a My Boring Apartment Game, and b) people's tolerance for Mysterious Stories That Never Demystify Themselves varies widely"
Nitku says, "These kind of games rarely do well in ifcomp"
pollux says, "I assumed it was because people didn't like the vague art-ness."
Doug asks, "so maybe many voters didn't even bother finishing?"
Jota says (to Doug), "Yeah, I imagine that is probably true."
Marvin says, "Apparently people would rather play a game as Andrew Plotkin than play a game by Andrew Plotkin."
Doug | Baf's Guide is currently down. Please try again later.
zarf says, "Really I think it's understandable that it didn't finish at the top. It's less understandable why it's stuck in everybody's memory so well"
Jota says, "They got stuck, decided 'this is a My Boring Apartment Game by some nobody I've never heard of; why should I bother to keep playing?', and rated it a 3 or whatever."
Emily says, "I've mentioned this before, but I found it deeply creepy and personally threatening when I played, so that made it pretty memorable"
Marvin says (to zarf), "It's a creepy weird unexplained mystery. Those tend to stick in people's memory if done well."
Roger says, "The power of repetition, I think; the entire games is one thing happening over and over, mostly."
Emily says, "also the moment when I shifted from trying to save the protagonist to thinking "yeah, okay, I am going to TEAR THIS PLACE DOWN and turn it to sand, ha ha""
Doug says, "well, it's easier to remember "one of zarf's games" than "a game that finished in 10th place""
pollux says, "You know, when I played it the first time, I found the gameplay itself really straightforward. I was surprised by how much trial and error clubfloyd just went through."
Marvin says, "Also, it's one of the few IF games I've actually finished, which makes it pretty memorable to me."
inky says, "#belated I think there was a bug where some people got stuck"
zarf says (to inky), "I don't remember this"
inky says, "well, I assume you'd know"
zarf says, "I wasn't using source control back then, sadly"
Roger asks, "hmm has ClubFlo ever tackled space under the window?"
Doug says, "here's a contemporary review: [LINK]"
Jacqueline says (to Roger), "No"
Doug | I have to say, with all due respect to Zarf, that I was a bit surprised to discover he was the author; I generally don't enjoy his games this much simply because his puzzles are usually beyond me. That is just not a problem in this game.
Bert says (to Roger), "I believe it was played on Floyd, but that predated CF."
Doug says, "so maybe the pseudonymity helped as much as it hurt"
zarf says, "I have no problem talking about craft. I have no problem talking about my own craft. Except 'what that game means'."
Roger says, "I suspect I thought then, and maybe still think now, that Shade feels a bit too small to be a comp winner"
Emily says (to zarf), "yeah, that's fair"
Jacqueline nods. "I totally get that, zarf."
Jacqueline says (to Roger), "Enh. One day you'll realize it's not about size."
Jacqueline says, "Should have @emitted that, possibly."
Jota says, "Alas, perhaps we'll never learn the secret inspiration for Hunter, in Darkness."
Doug says (to Emily), "is your Shade review on Play This Thing archived anywhere else? the webcitation.org cache that wikipedia links to doesn't seem to be loading."
Jota says (to Roger), "The comp is *for* small games, though."
Emily says, "I have no idea, honestly"
Doug says, "ah well"
Emily says, "I... hm"
Emily says, "hang on and I'll see if I can find it on this machine"
Doug says, "oh, it loaded finally. [LINK]"
Doug says, "I imagine some flunkie had to go run to the stacks and retrieve it"
Emily says, "I occasionally think about going back through old stuff and compiling an ebook of past reviews, especially ones that are stored places that don't exist any more"
two-star says, "The comp is *for* the prizes, especially the cash ones. Small games, large games, whatever it takes to get that 10 an hour for writing your game."
Roger asks, "How did Shade do in the xyzzys?"
maga says, "won Best Setting, five other nominations"
maga says, "hunh, and tied with Metamorphoses for third place in Miss Congeniality"
maga says, "which is such an awesome status that I think zarf really needs it on his tombstone"
zarf says, "noted"
maga says, "ANDREW PLOTKIN. Miss Congeniality 2000, third place (tied)"
Doug says, "fwiw, this preserves formatting etc: https://web.archive.org/web/20130314114111/[LINK]">LINK]"
two-star says (to maga), "And they tried to take down his wikipedia page for non-notability."
Doug says, "and here's a contemporary analysis from Emily on rgif: [LINK]"
Emily says, "note: I probably had no idea what I was talking about"
Doug | it's possible that [...] Zarf just happened to have read RO! recently and felt like tipping his hat (does he wear one? mental note to replay BAP) to Adam.
zarf | Eeagh, too much grad school.
zarf says, "just leaving that there :)"




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