  
ClubFloyd Transcript:
The idea behind ClubFloyd
is that each week at a pre-arranged time, a group of
people meet online to cooperatively play a game of
interactive fiction. |
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ClubFloyd Transcript:
The idea behind ClubFloyd
is that each week at a pre-arranged time, a group of
people meet online to cooperatively play a game of
interactive fiction. |
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ToyShop & Floyditorium
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#ClubFloyd Discussion
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| 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 | >
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| 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 |
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| 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 | >
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| 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 :)" | ||
