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DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "load sleepmask sp18abrigade"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| The intercom crackles to life: "Starbase EZ-99 to Centennial Crow...
CF \| your mission, should you choose to accept it, which we trust you will
CF \| since otherwise you and your crew will be out of a job... is to
CF \| deliver PZ-12 to Earth... in the year 1990... Failure is not an
CF \| option."
CF \|
CF \| Interstellar Pizza Brigade
CF \| An Interactive Fiction by Peregrine Wade
CF \| Release 1 / Serial number 161016 / Inform 7 build 6M62 (I6/v6.33 lib
CF \| 6/12N)
CF \|
CF \| Flight Deck
CF \| The endlessness of outer space stretches out through the vast,
CF \| translucent plasma shield that serves as a viewing window. The flight
CF \| deck itself would be a marvel of technology, were it not for all the
CF \| wires and panels that have clearly been haphazardly arranged. The only
CF \| exit is aft.
CF \|
CF \| Captain Arnold - an obese, pale-blond man with a preposterous mustache
CF \| - is reclining in the back of his captainly chair once again, one hand
CF \| glued to his chin. He looks very much like a caricature of those
CF \| starship captains from the old VR shows (such as "Intergalactic
CF \| Warmongering: The Series" and other suchlike corny things.)
CF \|
CF \| A hologram stands in pride of place next to the captain, ready to
CF \| answer whatever questions the captain may have (provided that they
CF \| have nothing to do with the number 42, that is.)
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x me"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > X ME
CF \|
CF \| You are Anne Walken, Emergencies Specialist, assigned to the
CF \| spacecraft Centennial Crow for a period of up to (and potentially
CF \| including) five years, plus time dilation. So far, the only emergency
CF \| requiring your expertise was when there was that nasty toilet paper
CF \| shortage, and that was nine months ago. It is fairly safe to say that
CF \| you are a wee bit bored. Your previous job was much more exciting,
CF \| since (among other things) it involved fighting off giant space
CF \| monsters, dealing with spaceship crews going on strike (all you needed
CF \| to use was an instant cloning machine, it turned out), and other
CF \| suchlike things.
CF \|
CF \| The captain yawns. "I can't seem to stay awake, Walken. And this is
CF \| one tricky maneuver to make... Steering a ship between an exploding
CF \| star and a supermassive black hole ain't a piece of cake."
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x captain"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > X CAPTAIN
CF \|
CF \| You see nothing special about Captain Arnold.
CF \|
CF \| The captain looks like he can barely steer the ship with his
CF \| brainwaves. Not that his brainwaves were much to talk about, in the
CF \| first place..
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "Strong start."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "wake captain"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > WAKE CAPTAIN
CF \|
CF \| That seems unnecessary.
CF \|
CF \| The captain yawns. "Walken, get me some coffee. That'll be helpful."
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > I
CF \|
CF \| You are carrying:
CF \| a ray gun
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x gun"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > X GUN
CF \|
CF \| It's a vintage LaserLobber 2056, deluxe model. You've had it ever
CF \| since you graduated from Interstellar University with Superluminal
CF \| Honours.
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask hologram about coffee"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > ASK HOLOGRAM ABOUT COFFEE
CF \|
CF \| There is no reply.
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x hologram"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > X HOLOGRAM
CF \|
CF \| The hologram's artificial intelligence is somewhat artificial. Hence
CF \| it is somewhat appropriate that he looks like a bodybuilder. In order
CF \| to address issues of extraterrestrial discrimination, it was decided
CF \| that he should have green skin.
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "aft"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > AFT
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "sounds like starboard is the way towards coffee."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "sb"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > SB
CF \|
CF \| That's not a verb I recognise.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "starboard"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > STARBOARD
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Food Area
CF \| This is the only part of the spaceship where you have any likelihood
CF \| of finding coffee.
CF \|
CF \| You cannot resist groaning under your breath as you see Engineer
CF \| Blartswoggle stuffing himself like a pig, one hand clutching a cup of
CF \| steaming coffee.
CF \|
CF \| The drink dispenser fills up half the room with its staggering
CF \| presence.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "Sounds like it."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x dispenser"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > X DISPENSER
CF \|
CF \| It's very simple to use, being made up of just one big red button.
CF \| According to the instruction manual: ""The Megaslurp Psionic
CF \| Rehydrator reads your mind waves and produces the approriate drink
CF \| accordingly."
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "push button"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > PUSH BUTTON
CF \|
CF \| You focus your mental energies upon conjuring up a cup of coffee, and
CF \| then push the button. The contraption gurgles, and suddenly a bottle
CF \| of alcohol materializes in your hand!
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "Well I hope we're in the appropriate frame of mind."
		MoyTW says, "RIP."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x bottle"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > X BOTTLE
CF \|
CF \| You see nothing special about the bottle of alcohol.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "That's why telepathic tech will inevitably fail."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "push button"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > PUSH BUTTON
CF \|
CF \| You focus your mental energies upon conjuring up a cup of coffee, and
CF \| then push the button. The contraption gurgles, and nothing happens.
CF \| Crap.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x engineer"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > X ENGINEER
CF \|
CF \| You see nothing special about Engineer Blartswoggle.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x cup"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > X CUP
CF \|
CF \| It looks like Blartswoggle only sipped it slighlty, probably because
CF \| he didn't want to spoil his gluttonous appetite.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "talk to engineer"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > TALK TO ENGINEER
CF \|
CF \| That's not a verb I recognise.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask engineer about coffee"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > ASK ENGINEER ABOUT COFFEE
CF \|
CF \| Engineer Blartswoggle turns his head slowly towards you. You suddenly
CF \| notice that there are tentacles sticking out of his hair!
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW asks, "I mean, like, normal tentacles that we just never noticed, or, anomalous tentacles?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x tentacles"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > X TENTACLES
CF \|
CF \| You can't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x engineer"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > X ENGINEER
CF \|
CF \| You see nothing special about Engineer Blartswoggle.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take cup"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE CUP
CF \|
CF \| That seems to belong to Engineer Blartswoggle.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask engineer for coffee"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > ASK ENGINEER FOR COFFEE
CF \|
CF \| Engineer Blartswoggle has better things to do.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW asks, "Should I shoot him with the ray gun? Give the alcohol to him? Explore elsewhere?"
		MoyTW asks, "Explore?"
		MoyTW says, "If we can."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "port"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > PORT
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "port"
CF ] Crew's Quarters
CF \| >
CF \| > PORT
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Crew's Quarters
CF \| This is basically a bunch of bunkbeds. No privacy, no luxury, no soap.
CF \|
CF \| Sitting cross-legged on the floor, you recognize none other than
CF \| Lieutenant Hatwonsky, famed for his ability to shoot three aliens with
CF \| one shoot of his plasma rifle. Oddly enough, the rest of the crew
CF \| appear to have mysteriously vanished.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x lt"
CF ] Crew's Quarters
CF \| >
CF \| > X LT
CF \|
CF \| You can't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x hatwonsky"
CF ] Crew's Quarters
CF \| >
CF \| > X HATWONSKY
CF \|
CF \| You see nothing special about Lieutenant Hatwonsky.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "Or not so oddly."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "talk to hatwonsky"
CF ] Crew's Quarters
CF \| >
CF \| > TALK TO HATWONSKY
CF \|
CF \| That's not a verb I recognise.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "hit hatwonsky"
CF ] Crew's Quarters
CF \| >
CF \| > HIT HATWONSKY
CF \|
CF \| Bare-knuckle fighting is so 21th century. This is the future! We use
CF \| ray guns now!
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask hatwonsky about coffee"
CF ] Crew's Quarters
CF \| >
CF \| > ASK HATWONSKY ABOUT COFFEE
CF \|
CF \| Hatwonsky ignores you.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "Uh. I mean. Now I'm curious."
		MoyTW asks, "Can we shoot him and what happens if we do?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "shoot hatwonsky"
CF ] Crew's Quarters
CF \| >
CF \| > SHOOT HATWONSKY
CF \|
CF \| You draw your ray gun, but the Lieutenant is too fast for you. He
CF \| transforms into a great slobbering fanged slugbeast and devours you
CF \| alive!
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| * Eeeeagh! *
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last
CF \| command?
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "undo"
CF ] Crew's Quarters
CF \|
CF \| > UNDO
CF \|
CF \| Crew's Quarters
CF \| [Previous turn undone.]
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "huh"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "starboard"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > STARBOARD
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "starboard"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > STARBOARD
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Food Area
CF \| This is the only part of the spaceship where you have any likelihood
CF \| of finding coffee.
CF \|
CF \| You cannot resist groaning under your breath as you see Engineer
CF \| Blartswoggle stuffing himself like a pig, one hand clutching a cup of
CF \| steaming coffee.
CF \|
CF \| The drink dispenser fills up half the room with its staggering
CF \| presence.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "shoot engineer"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > SHOOT ENGINEER
CF \|
CF \| You draw your ray gun on the Engineer. "Don't shoot me!" he cries.
CF \| "Here, take my coffee and give it to the Captain!"
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take coffee"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE COFFEE
CF \|
CF \| You already have that.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \| You can't go that way.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "port"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > PORT
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "fore"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > FORE
CF \|
CF \| That's not a verb I recognise.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "forward"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > FORWARD
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Flight Deck
CF \| The endlessness of outer space stretches out through the vast,
CF \| translucent plasma shield that serves as a viewing window. The flight
CF \| deck itself would be a marvel of technology, were it not for all the
CF \| wires and panels that have clearly been haphazardly arranged. The only
CF \| exit is aft.
CF \|
CF \| Captain Arnold - an obese, pale-blond man with a preposterous mustache
CF \| - is reclining in the back of his captainly chair once again, one hand
CF \| glued to his chin. He looks very much like a caricature of those
CF \| starship captains from the old VR shows (such as "Intergalactic
CF \| Warmongering: The Series" and other suchlike corny things.)
CF \|
CF \| A hologram stands in pride of place next to the captain, ready to
CF \| answer whatever questions the captain may have (provided that they
CF \| have nothing to do with the number 42, that is.)
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "give coffee to captain"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > GIVE COFFEE TO CAPTAIN
CF \|
CF \| "Thanks a lot, Walken," the captain says gratefully. He takes one gulp
CF \| and spits it out: "Bleurgh! It tastes of alien drool! There are ALIENS
CF \| on this spaceship! Walken, go and get rid of them! Go!"
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "aft"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > AFT
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "starboard"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > STARBOARD
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Food Area
CF \| This is the only part of the spaceship where you have any likelihood
CF \| of finding coffee.
CF \|
CF \| You cannot resist groaning under your breath as you see Engineer
CF \| Blartswoggle stuffing himself like a pig, one hand clutching a cup of
CF \| steaming coffee.
CF \|
CF \| The drink dispenser fills up half the room with its staggering
CF \| presence.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "So I guess we gotta kill the crew now."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "shoot engineer"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > SHOOT ENGINEER
CF \|
CF \| You draw your ray gun on the Engineer, and fire off several shots in
CF \| his direction. In spite of his remarkable corpulence, he dodges
CF \| easily.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW asks, "Poison him with the alcohol?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put alcohol in coffee"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > PUT ALCOHOL IN COFFEE
CF \|
CF \| You can't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW asks, "Or conjure poison?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "push button"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > PUSH BUTTON
CF \|
CF \| You focus your mental energies upon conjuring up a cup of coffee, and
CF \| then push the button. The contraption gurgles, and nothing happens.
CF \| Crap.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "give alcohol to engineer"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > GIVE ALCOHOL TO ENGINEER
CF \|
CF \| Engineer Blartswoggle doesn't seem interested.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "pour alcohol on engineer"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > POUR ALCOHOL ON ENGINEER
CF \|
CF \| That's not a verb I recognise.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "throw bottle at engineer"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > THROW BOTTLE AT ENGINEER
CF \|
CF \| You lack the nerve when it comes to the crucial moment.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "shoot engineer"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > SHOOT ENGINEER
CF \|
CF \| You draw your ray gun on the Engineer, and fire off several shots in
CF \| his direction. In spite of his remarkable corpulence, he dodges
CF \| easily.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "Hm."
		DavidW says, "let's explore more."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "port"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > PORT
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "aft"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > AFT
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Storage Area
CF \| You cannot help bating your breath upon viewing the inside of this
CF \| room.
CF \|
CF \| On the floor is a hatch, through which the pizza delivery must be
CF \| effected.
CF \|
CF \| Upon a round, metal table, trapped inside a glistening stasis field,
CF \| is the reason behind this dangerous mission through space and time...
CF \| a great, whopping big pizza!
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x pizz"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > X PIZZ
CF \|
CF \| You can't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x pizza"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > X PIZZA
CF \|
CF \| This is not just any ordinary pizza. It has been specially designed
CF \| for one special person, based on a detailed study of their genetic
CF \| makeup. And, of course, the flavour is said to be beyond heavenly:
CF \| perfect crust, delicious tomato sauce, mozzarella that melts in your
CF \| mouth...
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x field"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > X FIELD
CF \|
CF \| You can't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x table"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > X TABLE
CF \|
CF \| Specially designed for the pupose.
CF \|
CF \| On the round metal table is a pizza.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x hatch"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > X HATCH
CF \|
CF \| You see nothing special about the hatch.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "open hatch"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > OPEN HATCH
CF \|
CF \| You open the hatch, and get sucked out through the airlock. Shortly
CF \| afterwards, you are both frozen, carbonized and disintegrated alive.
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| * Eeeagh! *
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last
CF \| command?
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "undo"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \|
CF \| > UNDO
CF \|
CF \| Storage Area
CF \| [Previous turn undone.]
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "f"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > F
CF \|
CF \| That's not a verb I recognise.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "forward"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > FORWARD
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "u"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > U
CF \|
CF \| You can't go that way.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x tube"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > X TUBE
CF \|
CF \| The only part which you can reasonably meddle with is the control
CF \| panel.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x panel"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > X PANEL
CF \|
CF \| There are three large square buttons, one red, one green and one blue.
CF \| Convenient enough, unless you happen to be colour-blind.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x red"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > X RED
CF \|
CF \| You see nothing special about the red square button.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x green"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > X GREEN
CF \|
CF \| You see nothing special about the green square button.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x blue"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > X BLUE
CF \|
CF \| You see nothing special about the blue square button.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW exclaims, "hit the buttons!"
		DavidW says, "I guess, but since they're unlabelled, who knows what they'll do."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "push red"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > PUSH RED
CF \|
CF \| You push the red square button, and suddenly the ship explodes.
CF \| Apparently, this was the self-destruct. "I should have knoooooooown!"
CF \| are your last words.
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| * Eeeeagh! *
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last
CF \| command?
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "undo"
CF ] Nexus
CF \|
CF \| > UNDO
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| [Previous turn undone.]
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "You'd think a self-destruct button wuold be less easy to press."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "push green"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > PUSH GREEN
CF \|
CF \| You push the green button. "Desactivating artificial gravity mode," a
CF \| computerized voice replies. And then you find yourself floating to the
CF \| ceiling!
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "I mean, we're also killing aliens just because they're aliens."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "starboard"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > STARBOARD
CF \|
CF \| You wave your arms, but you find yourself stuck, floating uselessly in
CF \| mid air.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "shoot port"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > SHOOT PORT
CF \|
CF \| You can't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "push blue"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > PUSH BLUE
CF \|
CF \| You push the blue button, and suddenly two people rush into the room,
CF \| apparently summoned by some sort of signal.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x people"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > X PEOPLE
CF \|
CF \| You can't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > L
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| Engineer Blartswoggle is waving his arms like a fool, his tentacles
CF \| swishing to and fro.
CF \|
CF \| Lieutenant Hatwonsky is floating around in space, trying to bite you
CF \| and not managing. You notice then that you are floating right in
CF \| between him and Blartswoggle. Hm...
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW asks, "...can we just shoot them both?"
		DavidW says, "Shoot one, and they shoot each other, maybe."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "shoot engineer"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > SHOOT ENGINEER
CF \|
CF \| You fire off a shot, but Newton's Third Law is your downfall. As
CF \| Blartswoggle's head is blasted off, you are sent flying backwards into
CF \| Hatwonsky's slavering jaws.
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| * Eeeagh! *
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last
CF \| command?
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "undo"
CF ] Nexus
CF \|
CF \| > UNDO
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| [Previous turn undone.]
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "shoot hatwonsky"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > SHOOT HATWONSKY
CF \|
CF \| You fire off a shot, counting on your knowledge of Newton's Third Law
CF \| to save you. As Hatwonsky's head is blasted off, you are sent flying
CF \| backwards into Blartswoggle. The force of the impact disintegrates
CF \| him into a million little alien slugs, which immediately decide that
CF \| the Centennial Crow is no place for their kind.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "Traditionally I do not associate rayguns with heavy recoil."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > L
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| You can see Lieutenant Hatwonsky's corpse here.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x corpse"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > X CORPSE
CF \|
CF \| You see nothing special about the corpse, other than that obviously
CF \| it's not Lieutenant Hatwonsky's corpse at all but that of an alien
CF \| having taken his place.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "shoot corpse"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > SHOOT CORPSE
CF \|
CF \| Wrong target.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "push green"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > PUSH GREEN
CF \|
CF \| You push the green button. "Reactivating artificial gravity mode," a
CF \| computerized voice replies. With a sigh of relief, you collapse to the
CF \| floor.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "search corpse"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > SEARCH CORPSE
CF \|
CF \| You find nothing of interest.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "forward"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > FORWARD
CF \|
CF \| You stride onto the flight deck, and Captain Arnold acknowledges your
CF \| presence with a sleepy grunt. "Did you get rid of the blighters,
CF \| Walken?" he asks. "Yes, captain," you reply, rolling your eyes. "Then
CF \| I've got another job for you: deliver the PZ-12. Can you do that?"
CF \|
CF \| "Of course I can, captain," you reply coldly.
CF \|
CF \| Flight Deck
CF \| The endlessness of outer space stretches out through the vast,
CF \| translucent plasma shield that serves as a viewing window. The flight
CF \| deck itself would be a marvel of technology, were it not for all the
CF \| wires and panels that have clearly been haphazardly arranged. The only
CF \| exit is aft.
CF \|
CF \| Captain Arnold - an obese, pale-blond man with a preposterous mustache
CF \| - is reclining in the back of his captainly chair once again, one hand
CF \| glued to his chin. He looks very much like a caricature of those
CF \| starship captains from the old VR shows (such as "Intergalactic
CF \| Warmongering: The Series" and other suchlike corny things.)
CF \|
CF \| A hologram stands in pride of place next to the captain, ready to
CF \| answer whatever questions the captain may have (provided that they
CF \| have nothing to do with the number 42, that is.)
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW asks, "Is ask a verb?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "aft"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > AFT
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| You can see Lieutenant Hatwonsky's corpse here.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW asks, "yes?"
		DavidW asks, "What do you want to ask?"
		MoyTW says, "I mean -"
		MoyTW says, "42, the hologram."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \| You stride onto the flight deck, and Captain Arnold acknowledges your
CF \| presence with a sleepy grunt. "Did you get rid of the blighters,
CF \| Walken?" he asks. "Yes, captain," you reply, rolling your eyes. "Then
CF \| I've got another job for you: deliver the PZ-12. Can you do that?"
CF \|
CF \| "Of course I can, captain," you reply coldly.
CF \|
CF \| Flight Deck
CF \| The endlessness of outer space stretches out through the vast,
CF \| translucent plasma shield that serves as a viewing window. The flight
CF \| deck itself would be a marvel of technology, were it not for all the
CF \| wires and panels that have clearly been haphazardly arranged. The only
CF \| exit is aft.
CF \|
CF \| Captain Arnold - an obese, pale-blond man with a preposterous mustache
CF \| - is reclining in the back of his captainly chair once again, one hand
CF \| glued to his chin. He looks very much like a caricature of those
CF \| starship captains from the old VR shows (such as "Intergalactic
CF \| Warmongering: The Series" and other suchlike corny things.)
CF \|
CF \| A hologram stands in pride of place next to the captain, ready to
CF \| answer whatever questions the captain may have (provided that they
CF \| have nothing to do with the number 42, that is.)
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask hologram about 42"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > ASK HOLOGRAM ABOUT 42
CF \|
CF \| The hologram says: "You must hurry, Anne Walken. The stability of
CF \| spacetime itself is at stake."
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "undo"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \|
CF \| > UNDO
CF \|
CF \| Flight Deck
CF \| [Previous turn undone.]
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "hm. Useful knowledge."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| You can see Lieutenant Hatwonsky's corpse here.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Storage Area
CF \| You cannot help bating your breath upon viewing the inside of this
CF \| room.
CF \|
CF \| On the floor is a hatch, through which the pizza delivery must be
CF \| effected.
CF \|
CF \| Upon a round, metal table, trapped inside a glistening stasis field,
CF \| is the reason behind this dangerous mission through space and time...
CF \| a great, whopping big pizza!
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "push table"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > PUSH TABLE
CF \|
CF \| It is fixed in place.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW asks, "okay, how to deliver this pizza?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "open hatch"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > OPEN HATCH
CF \|
CF \| You open the hatch, and get sucked out through the airlock. Shortly
CF \| afterwards, you are both frozen, carbonized and disintegrated alive.
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| * Eeeagh! *
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last
CF \| command?
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "undo"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \|
CF \| > UNDO
CF \|
CF \| Storage Area
CF \| [Previous turn undone.]
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "Are we in...orbit or..."
		Knight_Otu says, "Carefully, probably-"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take pizza"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE PIZZA
CF \|
CF \| Taken.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > I
CF \|
CF \| You are carrying:
CF \| a pizza
CF \| a bottle of alcohol
CF \| a ray gun
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "open hatch"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > OPEN HATCH
CF \|
CF \| You open the hatch, and get sucked out through the airlock. Shortly
CF \| afterwards, you are both frozen, carbonized and disintegrated alive.
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| * Eeeagh! *
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last
CF \| command?
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "undo"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \|
CF \| > UNDO
CF \|
CF \| Storage Area
CF \| [Previous turn undone.]
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put pizza on hatch"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > PUT PIZZA ON HATCH
CF \|
CF \| Putting things on the hatch would achieve nothing.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drink alcohol"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > DRINK ALCOHOL
CF \|
CF \| You drink it down in one gulp, feeling it burn the sides of your
CF \| throat. After the smoke subsides, you begin to see the world
CF \| differently.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > L
CF \|
CF \| Storage Area
CF \| You cannot help bating your breath upon viewing the inside of this
CF \| room.
CF \|
CF \| On the floor is a hatch, through which the pizza delivery must be
CF \| effected.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "open hatch"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > OPEN HATCH
CF \|
CF \| You open the hatch, and get sucked out through the airlock. Shortly
CF \| afterwards, you are both frozen, carbonized and disintegrated alive.
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| * Eeeagh! *
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last
CF \| command?
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "undo"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \|
CF \| > UNDO
CF \|
CF \| Storage Area
CF \| [Previous turn undone.]
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "eat pizza"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > EAT PIZZA
CF \|
CF \| You gobble it up. Shortly afterwards, you are mysteriously erased from
CF \| history.
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| * Greed was your downfall. *
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last
CF \| command?
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "undo"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \|
CF \| > UNDO
CF \|
CF \| Storage Area
CF \| [Previous turn undone.]
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW asks, "Double-check the sleeping quarters?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put pizza on table"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > PUT PIZZA ON TABLE
CF \|
CF \| You put the pizza on the round metal table.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| You can see Lieutenant Hatwonsky's corpse here.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Food Area
CF \| This is the only part of the spaceship where you have any likelihood
CF \| of finding coffee.
CF \|
CF \| The drink dispenser fills up half the room with its staggering
CF \| presence.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| You can see Lieutenant Hatwonsky's corpse here.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Crew's Quarters
CF \| >
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Crew's Quarters
CF \| This is basically a bunch of bunkbeds. No privacy, no luxury, no soap.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x bunkbeds"
CF ] Crew's Quarters
CF \| >
CF \| > X BUNKBEDS
CF \|
CF \| You can't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x bed"
CF ] Crew's Quarters
CF \| >
CF \| > X BED
CF \|
CF \| You can't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x bunkbed"
CF ] Crew's Quarters
CF \| >
CF \| > X BUNKBED
CF \|
CF \| You can't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| You can see Lieutenant Hatwonsky's corpse here.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take corpse"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE CORPSE
CF \|
CF \| Taken.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Storage Area
CF \| You cannot help bating your breath upon viewing the inside of this
CF \| room.
CF \|
CF \| On the floor is a hatch, through which the pizza delivery must be
CF \| effected.
CF \|
CF \| On the round metal table is a pizza.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "wear corpse"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > WEAR CORPSE
CF \|
CF \| You can't wear that!
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x corpse"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > X CORPSE
CF \|
CF \| You see nothing special about the corpse, other than that obviously
CF \| it's not Lieutenant Hatwonsky's corpse at all but that of an alien
CF \| having taken his place.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "search it"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > SEARCH IT
CF \|
CF \| You find nothing of interest.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "open it"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > OPEN IT
CF \|
CF \| It isn't something you can open.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "look in it"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > LOOK IN IT
CF \|
CF \| You find nothing of interest.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Crew's Quarters
CF \| >
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Crew's Quarters
CF \| This is basically a bunch of bunkbeds. No privacy, no luxury, no soap.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Food Area
CF \| This is the only part of the spaceship where you have any likelihood
CF \| of finding coffee.
CF \|
CF \| The drink dispenser fills up half the room with its staggering
CF \| presence.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "push button"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > PUSH BUTTON
CF \|
CF \| You focus your mental energies upon conjuring up a cup of coffee, and
CF \| then push the button. The contraption gurgles, and nothing happens.
CF \| Crap.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "u"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > U
CF \|
CF \| You can't go that way.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \| You stride onto the flight deck, and Captain Arnold acknowledges your
CF \| presence with a sleepy grunt. "Did you get rid of the blighters,
CF \| Walken?" he asks. "Yes, captain," you reply, rolling your eyes. "Then
CF \| I've got another job for you: deliver the PZ-12. Can you do that?"
CF \|
CF \| "Of course I can, captain," you reply coldly.
CF \|
CF \| Flight Deck
CF \| The endlessness of outer space stretches out through the vast,
CF \| translucent plasma shield that serves as a viewing window. The flight
CF \| deck itself would be a marvel of technology, were it not for all the
CF \| wires and panels that have clearly been haphazardly arranged. The only
CF \| exit is aft.
CF \|
CF \| Captain Arnold - an obese, pale-blond man with a preposterous mustache
CF \| - is reclining in the back of his captainly chair once again, one hand
CF \| glued to his chin. He looks very much like a caricature of those
CF \| starship captains from the old VR shows (such as "Intergalactic
CF \| Warmongering: The Series" and other suchlike corny things.)
CF \|
CF \| A hologram stands in pride of place next to the captain, ready to
CF \| answer whatever questions the captain may have (provided that they
CF \| have nothing to do with the number 42, that is.)
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask hologram about pizza"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > ASK HOLOGRAM ABOUT PIZZA
CF \|
CF \| The hologram says: "You must hurry, Anne Walken. The stability of
CF \| spacetime itself is at stake."
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask hologram about hatch"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > ASK HOLOGRAM ABOUT HATCH
CF \|
CF \| The hologram says: "You must hurry, Anne Walken. The stability of
CF \| spacetime itself is at stake."
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask hologram about asklajlsdkj"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > ASK HOLOGRAM ABOUT ASKLAJLSDKJ
CF \|
CF \| The hologram says: "You must hurry, Anne Walken. The stability of
CF \| spacetime itself is at stake."
CF \| >		DavidW says, "okay, what the hologram says isn't helpful."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "push red"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > PUSH RED
CF \|
CF \| You push the red square button, and suddenly the ship explodes.
CF \| Apparently, this was the self-destruct. "I should have knoooooooown!"
CF \| are your last words.
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| * Eeeeagh! *
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last
CF \| command?
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "undo"
CF ] Nexus
CF \|
CF \| > UNDO
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| [Previous turn undone.]
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Storage Area
CF \| You cannot help bating your breath upon viewing the inside of this
CF \| room.
CF \|
CF \| On the floor is a hatch, through which the pizza delivery must be
CF \| effected.
CF \|
CF \| On the round metal table is a pizza.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put pizza in hatch"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > PUT PIZZA IN HATCH
CF \|
CF \| (first taking the pizza)
CF \| The hatch is closed.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put pizza through hatch"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > PUT PIZZA THROUGH HATCH
CF \|
CF \| I didn't understand that sentence.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "hold breath"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > HOLD BREATH
CF \|
CF \| You can't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "get on table"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > GET ON TABLE
CF \|
CF \| That's not something you can enter.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x table"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > X TABLE
CF \|
CF \| Specially designed for the pupose.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x pizza"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > X PIZZA
CF \|
CF \| This is not just any ordinary pizza. It has been specially designed
CF \| for one special person, based on a detailed study of their genetic
CF \| makeup. And, of course, the flavour is said to be beyond heavenly:
CF \| perfect crust, delicious tomato sauce, mozzarella that melts in your
CF \| mouth...
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW asks, "Vent the corpse? Put the corpse on the table?"
		MoyTW asks, "...eat corpse?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "eat corpse"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > EAT CORPSE
CF \|
CF \| That's plainly inedible.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "put corpse on table"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > PUT CORPSE ON TABLE
CF \|
CF \| You put Lieutenant Hatwonsky's corpse on the round metal table.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "open hatch"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > OPEN HATCH
CF \|
CF \| You open the hatch, and get sucked out through the airlock. Shortly
CF \| afterwards, you are both frozen, carbonized and disintegrated alive.
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| * Eeeagh! *
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last
CF \| command?
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "undo"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \|
CF \| > UNDO
CF \|
CF \| Storage Area
CF \| [Previous turn undone.]
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x hatch"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > X HATCH
CF \|
CF \| You see nothing special about the hatch.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x table"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > X TABLE
CF \|
CF \| Specially designed for the pupose.
CF \|
CF \| On the round metal table is Lieutenant Hatwonsky's corpse.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "search table"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > SEARCH TABLE
CF \|
CF \| On the round metal table is Lieutenant Hatwonsky's corpse.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "shoot hatch"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > SHOOT HATCH
CF \|
CF \| Wrong target.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "shoot pizza"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > SHOOT PIZZA
CF \|
CF \| Wrong target.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \| You stride onto the flight deck, and Captain Arnold acknowledges your
CF \| presence with a sleepy grunt. "Did you get rid of the blighters,
CF \| Walken?" he asks. "Yes, captain," you reply, rolling your eyes. "Then
CF \| I've got another job for you: deliver the PZ-12. Can you do that?"
CF \|
CF \| "Of course I can, captain," you reply coldly.
CF \|
CF \| Flight Deck
CF \| The endlessness of outer space stretches out through the vast,
CF \| translucent plasma shield that serves as a viewing window. The flight
CF \| deck itself would be a marvel of technology, were it not for all the
CF \| wires and panels that have clearly been haphazardly arranged. The only
CF \| exit is aft.
CF \|
CF \| Captain Arnold - an obese, pale-blond man with a preposterous mustache
CF \| - is reclining in the back of his captainly chair once again, one hand
CF \| glued to his chin. He looks very much like a caricature of those
CF \| starship captains from the old VR shows (such as "Intergalactic
CF \| Warmongering: The Series" and other suchlike corny things.)
CF \|
CF \| A hologram stands in pride of place next to the captain, ready to
CF \| answer whatever questions the captain may have (provided that they
CF \| have nothing to do with the number 42, that is.)
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "shoot captain"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > SHOOT CAPTAIN
CF \|
CF \| But that would count as treason and mutiny and Spock knows what else.
CF \| You've read the rulebook many times: if necessary, you can shoot down
CF \| every single person in the galaxy to protect the Centennial Crow from
CF \| destruction, but you cannot kill the captain.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "shoot hologram"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > SHOOT HOLOGRAM
CF \|
CF \| Wrong target.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x window"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > X WINDOW
CF \|
CF \| You see nothing special about the viewing window.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x panels"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > X PANELS
CF \|
CF \| You see nothing special about the panels.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x wires"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > X WIRES
CF \|
CF \| You see nothing special about the wires.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x chair"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > X CHAIR
CF \|
CF \| You can't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > L
CF \|
CF \| Flight Deck
CF \| The endlessness of outer space stretches out through the vast,
CF \| translucent plasma shield that serves as a viewing window. The flight
CF \| deck itself would be a marvel of technology, were it not for all the
CF \| wires and panels that have clearly been haphazardly arranged. The only
CF \| exit is aft.
CF \|
CF \| Captain Arnold - an obese, pale-blond man with a preposterous mustache
CF \| - is reclining in the back of his captainly chair once again, one hand
CF \| glued to his chin. He looks very much like a caricature of those
CF \| starship captains from the old VR shows (such as "Intergalactic
CF \| Warmongering: The Series" and other suchlike corny things.)
CF \|
CF \| A hologram stands in pride of place next to the captain, ready to
CF \| answer whatever questions the captain may have (provided that they
CF \| have nothing to do with the number 42, that is.)
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "ask hologram about life"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > ASK HOLOGRAM ABOUT LIFE
CF \|
CF \| The hologram says: "You must hurry, Anne Walken. The stability of
CF \| spacetime itself is at stake."
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x tube"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > X TUBE
CF \|
CF \| The only part which you can reasonably meddle with is the control
CF \| panel.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x panel"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > X PANEL
CF \|
CF \| There are three large square buttons, one red, one green and one blue.
CF \| Convenient enough, unless you happen to be colour-blind.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Crew's Quarters
CF \| >
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Crew's Quarters
CF \| This is basically a bunch of bunkbeds. No privacy, no luxury, no soap.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Food Area
CF \| This is the only part of the spaceship where you have any likelihood
CF \| of finding coffee.
CF \|
CF \| The drink dispenser fills up half the room with its staggering
CF \| presence.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x dispenser"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > X DISPENSER
CF \|
CF \| It's very simple to use, being made up of just one big red button.
CF \| According to the instruction manual: ""The Megaslurp Psionic
CF \| Rehydrator reads your mind waves and produces the approriate drink
CF \| accordingly."
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "push button"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > PUSH BUTTON
CF \|
CF \| You focus your mental energies upon conjuring up a cup of coffee, and
CF \| then push the button. The contraption gurgles, and nothing happens.
CF \| Crap.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "shoot button"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > SHOOT BUTTON
CF \|
CF \| Wrong target.
CF \|
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "I'm at a loss."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Storage Area
CF \| You cannot help bating your breath upon viewing the inside of this
CF \| room.
CF \|
CF \| On the floor is a hatch, through which the pizza delivery must be
CF \| effected.
CF \|
CF \| On the round metal table is Lieutenant Hatwonsky's corpse.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "push table"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > PUSH TABLE
CF \|
CF \| It is fixed in place.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu asks, "Have we tried opening the hatch in no-g?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Storage Area
CF \| You cannot help bating your breath upon viewing the inside of this
CF \| room.
CF \|
CF \| On the floor is a hatch, through which the pizza delivery must be
CF \| effected.
CF \|
CF \| On the round metal table is Lieutenant Hatwonsky's corpse.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take corpse"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE CORPSE
CF \|
CF \| Taken.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "push blue"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > PUSH BLUE
CF \|
CF \| You push the blue button, and nothing happens. Weird.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "push green"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > PUSH GREEN
CF \|
CF \| You push the green button. "Desactivating artificial gravity mode," a
CF \| computerized voice replies. And then you find yourself floating to the
CF \| ceiling!
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \| You wave your arms, but you find yourself stuck, floating uselessly in
CF \| mid air.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "throw corpse forward"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > THROW CORPSE FORWARD
CF \|
CF \| I only understood you as far as wanting to throw Lieutenant
CF \| Hatwonsky's corpse.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "throw corpse"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > THROW CORPSE
CF \|
CF \| This is zero gravity, remember?
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "Right. That."
		DavidW says, "yes, I remember"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "shoot corpse"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > SHOOT CORPSE
CF \|
CF \| Wrong target.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "shoot forward"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > SHOOT FORWARD
CF \|
CF \| You can't see any such thing.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "shoot tube"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > SHOOT TUBE
CF \|
CF \| Wrong target.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "push red"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > PUSH RED
CF \|
CF \| You push the red square button, and suddenly the ship explodes.
CF \| Apparently, this was the self-destruct. "I should have knoooooooown!"
CF \| are your last words.
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| * Eeeeagh! *
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last
CF \| command?
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "undo"
CF ] Nexus
CF \|
CF \| > UNDO
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| [Previous turn undone.]
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop pizza"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > DROP PIZZA
CF \|
CF \| This is zero gravity, remember?
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "throw pizza"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > THROW PIZZA
CF \|
CF \| This is zero gravity, remember?
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "shoot green"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > SHOOT GREEN
CF \|
CF \| Wrong target.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "shoot red"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > SHOOT RED
CF \|
CF \| Wrong target.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "push green"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > PUSH GREEN
CF \|
CF \| You push the green button. "Reactivating artificial gravity mode," a
CF \| computerized voice replies. With a sigh of relief, you collapse to the
CF \| floor.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "drop corpse"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > DROP CORPSE
CF \|
CF \| Dropped.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "yeah, I'm not sure what to do."
		MoyTW asks, "hint?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "hint"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > HINT
CF \|
CF \| That's not a verb I recognise.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "speed-if games usually don't have hints."
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > SPEED-IF GAMES USUALLY DON'T HAVE HINTS.
CF \|
CF \| That's not a verb I recognise.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "er"
		MoyTW says, "hahaha"
		DavidW says, "I hope I wasn't supposed to drink the alcohol."
		DavidW says, "er was"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x gun"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > X GUN
CF \|
CF \| It's a vintage LaserLobber 2056, deluxe model. You've had it ever
CF \| since you graduated from Interstellar University with Superluminal
CF \| Honours.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x bottle"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > X BOTTLE
CF \|
CF \| You see nothing special about the bottle of alcohol.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "pour bottle"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > POUR BOTTLE
CF \|
CF \| That's not a verb I recognise.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "I suppose I could cheap by pulling the story file apart."
		DavidW says, "er cheat"
		Knight_Otu says, "I found that CF played this before, and it seems that a timed segment was supposed to trigger."
		DavidW asks, "realy?"
		Knight_Otu says, "[LINK]"
		DavidW asks, "Were we the ones playing it?"
		Knight_Otu says, "I'm seeing you, Jacq, and I think the author at a glance."
		DavidW says, "I honestly don't remember this game at all."
		Knight_Otu says, "There's so many games, it's not really surprising."
		Knight_Otu says, "Seems you had the same problem in that playthrough."
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > L
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| You can see Lieutenant Hatwonsky's corpse here.
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "port"
CF ] Crew's Quarters
CF \| >
CF \| > PORT
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Crew's Quarters
CF \| This is basically a bunch of bunkbeds. No privacy, no luxury, no soap.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW asks, "We have to ask the hologram about pizza soon after killing the aliens, is that it?"
		Knight_Otu says, "I think any topic should do it from my reading."
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "starboard"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > STARBOARD
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| You can see Lieutenant Hatwonsky's corpse here.
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "fore"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > FORE
CF \|
CF \| That's not a verb I recognise.
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "for"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > FOR
CF \|
CF \| That's not a verb I recognise.
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "forward"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > FORWARD
CF \|
CF \| You stride onto the flight deck, and Captain Arnold acknowledges your
CF \| presence with a sleepy grunt. "Did you get rid of the blighters,
CF \| Walken?" he asks. "Yes, captain," you reply, rolling your eyes. "Then
CF \| I've got another job for you: deliver the PZ-12. Can you do that?"
CF \|
CF \| "Of course I can, captain," you reply coldly.
CF \|
CF \| Flight Deck
CF \| The endlessness of outer space stretches out through the vast,
CF \| translucent plasma shield that serves as a viewing window. The flight
CF \| deck itself would be a marvel of technology, were it not for all the
CF \| wires and panels that have clearly been haphazardly arranged. The only
CF \| exit is aft.
CF \|
CF \| Captain Arnold - an obese, pale-blond man with a preposterous mustache
CF \| - is reclining in the back of his captainly chair once again, one hand
CF \| glued to his chin. He looks very much like a caricature of those
CF \| starship captains from the old VR shows (such as "Intergalactic
CF \| Warmongering: The Series" and other suchlike corny things.)
CF \|
CF \| A hologram stands in pride of place next to the captain, ready to
CF \| answer whatever questions the captain may have (provided that they
CF \| have nothing to do with the number 42, that is.)
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "ask hologram about pizza"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > ASK HOLOGRAM ABOUT PIZZA
CF \|
CF \| The hologram says: "You must hurry, Anne Walken. The stability of
CF \| spacetime itself is at stake."
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "restart"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > RESTART
CF \|
CF \| Are you sure you want to restart?
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "yes"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| The intercom crackles to life: "Starbase EZ-99 to Centennial Crow...
CF \| your mission, should you choose to accept it, which we trust you will
CF \| since otherwise you and your crew will be out of a job... is to
CF \| deliver PZ-12 to Earth... in the year 1990... Failure is not an
CF \| option."
CF \|
CF \| Interstellar Pizza Brigade
CF \| An Interactive Fiction by Peregrine Wade
CF \| Release 1 / Serial number 161016 / Inform 7 build 6M62 (I6/v6.33 lib
CF \| 6/12N)
CF \|
CF \| Flight Deck
CF \| The endlessness of outer space stretches out through the vast,
CF \| translucent plasma shield that serves as a viewing window. The flight
CF \| deck itself would be a marvel of technology, were it not for all the
CF \| wires and panels that have clearly been haphazardly arranged. The only
CF \| exit is aft.
CF \|
CF \| Captain Arnold - an obese, pale-blond man with a preposterous mustache
CF \| - is reclining in the back of his captainly chair once again, one hand
CF \| glued to his chin. He looks very much like a caricature of those
CF \| starship captains from the old VR shows (such as "Intergalactic
CF \| Warmongering: The Series" and other suchlike corny things.)
CF \|
CF \| A hologram stands in pride of place next to the captain, ready to
CF \| answer whatever questions the captain may have (provided that they
CF \| have nothing to do with the number 42, that is.)
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "ask captain about ship"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > ASK CAPTAIN ABOUT SHIP
CF \|
CF \| The Captain interrupst you rudely. "Walken, don't you think you should
CF \| be fetching me some coffee?"
CF \|
CF \| The captain yawns. "I can't seem to stay awake, Walken. And this is
CF \| one tricky maneuver to make... Steering a ship between an exploding
CF \| star and a supermassive black hole ain't a piece of cake."
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "aft"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > AFT
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "starboard"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > STARBOARD
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Food Area
CF \| This is the only part of the spaceship where you have any likelihood
CF \| of finding coffee.
CF \|
CF \| You cannot resist groaning under your breath as you see Engineer
CF \| Blartswoggle stuffing himself like a pig, one hand clutching a cup of
CF \| steaming coffee.
CF \|
CF \| The drink dispenser fills up half the room with its staggering
CF \| presence.
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "x dispenser"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > X DISPENSER
CF \|
CF \| It's very simple to use, being made up of just one big red button.
CF \| According to the instruction manual: ""The Megaslurp Psionic
CF \| Rehydrator reads your mind waves and produces the approriate drink
CF \| accordingly."
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "push button"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > PUSH BUTTON
CF \|
CF \| You focus your mental energies upon conjuring up a cup of coffee, and
CF \| then push the button. The contraption gurgles, and suddenly a bottle
CF \| of alcohol materializes in your hand!
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "push button"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > PUSH BUTTON
CF \|
CF \| You focus your mental energies upon conjuring up a cup of coffee, and
CF \| then push the button. The contraption gurgles, and nothing happens.
CF \| Crap.
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "shoot engineer"
CF ] Food Area
CF \| >
CF \| > SHOOT ENGINEER
CF \|
CF \| You draw your ray gun on the Engineer. "Don't shoot me!" he cries.
CF \| "Here, take my coffee and give it to the Captain!"
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "port"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > PORT
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "forward"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > FORWARD
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Flight Deck
CF \| The endlessness of outer space stretches out through the vast,
CF \| translucent plasma shield that serves as a viewing window. The flight
CF \| deck itself would be a marvel of technology, were it not for all the
CF \| wires and panels that have clearly been haphazardly arranged. The only
CF \| exit is aft.
CF \|
CF \| Captain Arnold - an obese, pale-blond man with a preposterous mustache
CF \| - is reclining in the back of his captainly chair once again, one hand
CF \| glued to his chin. He looks very much like a caricature of those
CF \| starship captains from the old VR shows (such as "Intergalactic
CF \| Warmongering: The Series" and other suchlike corny things.)
CF \|
CF \| A hologram stands in pride of place next to the captain, ready to
CF \| answer whatever questions the captain may have (provided that they
CF \| have nothing to do with the number 42, that is.)
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "give coffee to captain"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > GIVE COFFEE TO CAPTAIN
CF \|
CF \| "Thanks a lot, Walken," the captain says gratefully. He takes one gulp
CF \| and spits it out: "Bleurgh! It tastes of alien drool! There are ALIENS
CF \| on this spaceship! Walken, go and get rid of them! Go!"
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "aft"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > AFT
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "x tube"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > X TUBE
CF \|
CF \| The only part which you can reasonably meddle with is the control
CF \| panel.
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "x panel"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > X PANEL
CF \|
CF \| There are three large square buttons, one red, one green and one blue.
CF \| Convenient enough, unless you happen to be colour-blind.
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu pushes the green 'space' button.
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| >
CF \|
CF \| I beg your pardon?
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "push green"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > PUSH GREEN
CF \|
CF \| You push the green button. "Desactivating artificial gravity mode," a
CF \| computerized voice replies. And then you find yourself floating to the
CF \| ceiling!
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "push blue"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > PUSH BLUE
CF \|
CF \| You push the blue button, and suddenly two people rush into the room,
CF \| apparently summoned by some sort of signal.
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "l"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > L
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| Engineer Blartswoggle is waving his arms like a fool, his tentacles
CF \| swishing to and fro.
CF \|
CF \| Lieutenant Hatwonsky is floating around in space, trying to bite you
CF \| and not managing. You notice then that you are floating right in
CF \| between him and Blartswoggle. Hm...
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "shoot lieutenant"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > SHOOT LIEUTENANT
CF \|
CF \| You fire off a shot, counting on your knowledge of Newton's Third Law
CF \| to save you. As Hatwonsky's head is blasted off, you are sent flying
CF \| backwards into Blartswoggle. The force of the impact disintegrates
CF \| him into a million little alien slugs, which immediately decide that
CF \| the Centennial Crow is no place for their kind.
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "push green"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > PUSH GREEN
CF \|
CF \| You push the green button. "Reactivating artificial gravity mode," a
CF \| computerized voice replies. With a sigh of relief, you collapse to the
CF \| floor.
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "forward"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > FORWARD
CF \|
CF \| You stride onto the flight deck, and Captain Arnold acknowledges your
CF \| presence with a sleepy grunt. "Did you get rid of the blighters,
CF \| Walken?" he asks. "Yes, captain," you reply, rolling your eyes. "Then
CF \| I've got another job for you: deliver the PZ-12. Can you do that?"
CF \|
CF \| "Of course I can, captain," you reply coldly.
CF \|
CF \| Flight Deck
CF \| The endlessness of outer space stretches out through the vast,
CF \| translucent plasma shield that serves as a viewing window. The flight
CF \| deck itself would be a marvel of technology, were it not for all the
CF \| wires and panels that have clearly been haphazardly arranged. The only
CF \| exit is aft.
CF \|
CF \| Captain Arnold - an obese, pale-blond man with a preposterous mustache
CF \| - is reclining in the back of his captainly chair once again, one hand
CF \| glued to his chin. He looks very much like a caricature of those
CF \| starship captains from the old VR shows (such as "Intergalactic
CF \| Warmongering: The Series" and other suchlike corny things.)
CF \|
CF \| A hologram stands in pride of place next to the captain, ready to
CF \| answer whatever questions the captain may have (provided that they
CF \| have nothing to do with the number 42, that is.)
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "ask hologram about hatch"
CF ] Flight Deck
CF \| >
CF \| > ASK HOLOGRAM ABOUT HATCH
CF \|
CF \| The hologram says: "Anne Walken, we have a problem. The Centennial
CF \| Crow cannot enter the wormhole owing to a solar flare in the
CF \| neighborhood. You must therefore jump into the wormhole and deliver
CF \| the PZ-12 to the individual known only under the code name of Hessian.
CF \| You are running out of time. You have five minutes remaining. "
CF \| A computerized voice says from overhead "Five minutes before wormhole
CF \| is in range. No smoking allowed."
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "okay, that didn't happen before."
		Knight_Otu says, "That's the event that didn't fire for some reason."
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "aft"
CF ] Nexus
CF \| >
CF \| > AFT
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Nexus
CF \| This is (literally) the heart of the spaceship. The Tube - a great
CF \| column of technological wizardry - rises from the floor, and stretches
CF \| all the way up to the ceiling above. The sleeping quarters are
CF \| portside, the eating quarters are starboardside, the flight deck is
CF \| forward and - most important of all - the spaceship's vitally
CF \| important cargo is aft.
CF \|
CF \| You can see Lieutenant Hatwonsky's corpse here.
CF \|
CF \| "Four minutes! Switch off all your mobile phones!"
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "aft"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > AFT
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Storage Area
CF \| You cannot help bating your breath upon viewing the inside of this
CF \| room.
CF \|
CF \| On the floor is a hatch, through which the pizza delivery must be
CF \| effected.
CF \|
CF \| Upon a round, metal table, trapped inside a glistening stasis field,
CF \| is the reason behind this dangerous mission through space and time...
CF \| a great, whopping big pizza!
CF \|
CF \| "Three minutes!"
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "open hatch"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > OPEN HATCH
CF \|
CF \| You open the hatch, and get sucked out through the airlock. Shortly
CF \| afterwards, you are both frozen, carbonized and disintegrated alive.
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| * Eeeagh! *
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last
CF \| command?
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "undo"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \|
CF \| > UNDO
CF \|
CF \| Storage Area
CF \| [Previous turn undone.]
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "et pizza"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > ET PIZZA
CF \|
CF \| That's not a verb I recognise.
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "get pizza"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > GET PIZZA
CF \|
CF \| Taken.
CF \|
CF \| "Two minutes!"
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "drink alcohol"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > DRINK ALCOHOL
CF \|
CF \| You drink it down in one gulp, feeling it burn the sides of your
CF \| throat. After the smoke subsides, you begin to see the world
CF \| differently.
CF \|
CF \| "Sixty seconds!"
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "no, take the pizza and wait for the voice to tell you when to open the hatch."
		DavidW says, "And I type too slow."
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "z"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > Z
CF \|
CF \| Time passes.
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| A computerized voice overhead says coldly: "The Centennial Crow is now
CF \| within range. Open the hatch now."
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "open hatch"
CF ] Storage Area
CF \| >
CF \| > OPEN HATCH
CF \|
CF \| The influence of the alcohol is such that the idea of jumping into a
CF \| wormhole armed with only a pizza seems quite a fun thing to do. So you
CF \| boldly leap into the unknown!
CF \|
CF \| The rest is a blur, but after landing on Earth somewhat singed but
CF \| none the worse for wear, you find your way to the house where Hessian
CF \| is supposed to live.
CF \|
CF \| You knock at the door, worn out by your interstellar antics, and to
CF \| your astonishment Christopher Walken -- who was your
CF \| great-great-great-great-great-great- great-great-great-great-great
CF \| grandfather -- opens the door! "Hey, that pizza smells simply
CF \| wonderful," he exclaims with a smile.
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| *** You have restored stability to the spacetime
CF \| continuum. Cheers! ***
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last
CF \| command?
CF \| >		MoyTW says, "yay"
		DavidW says, "yay"
		Knight_Otu says, "Sometechnical hiccups."
		DavidW says, "yeah, strange."
		Knight_Otu says, "I think this is a good place to stop for the day though."
		MoyTW says, "Yeah."
		DavidW says, "yeah."
		Knight_Otu exclaims, "Good night, and stay healthy, everyone!"
Knight_Otu goes home.		DavidW says, "I apologize for not remembering we played this already."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "quit"
CF \| >
CF \| > QUIT
CF \| cheapglulxe quit with exit status: 0
CF asks, "That game over already? It was just getting good. Wanna play another?"		DavidW says, "I think I'm buy some pizza tomorrow. If the pizza place is open, which it might not be."
		DavidW says, "thanks for the game, Moy"
		MoyTW says, "Thanks for driving."
MoyTW disappears through an invisible gap in the MUD. You think you may have heard the sounds of chatting before the gap closed again.
DavidW focuses on his crystal and fades away into a silver haze in the light.