  
 
Like ClubFloyd, the idea behind NightFloyd is that a group of people meet online to cooperatively play a game of interactive fiction.Unlike ClubFloyd, NightFloyd often (but not always) takes on significantly larger works of interactive fiction, knowing going in that each one will take multiple sessions. NightFloyd is also a bit more informal than ClubFloyd in that it's only announced on the ifMUD #clubfloyd bulletin board, and the time shifts around to meet player's schedules far more than ClubFloyd does. NightFloyd is organized by genericgeekgirl, aka Adri. Below is a transcript of Everybody Loves a Parade, written by Cody Sandifer. Everybody Loves a Parade was released in 1997. It was nominated for Xyzzies for Best NPCs and Best Puzzles. You can learn more about the game, including how to download it, by visiting the ifWiki.WARNING! Below you will find a transcript of people playing this game, and it goes without saying that the transcript is full of spoilers. So, if you've never played this game, and think you might like to at some point, I do not recommend reading any further. Instead, you might want to return to the interactive fiction page. |
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| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "load parade" | ||||
Floyd | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0. Floyd | Floyd | tadsr - A text-only TADS 2.5.10 Interpreter. Floyd | Copyright (c) 1993, 2006 by Michael J. Roberts. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Cheap goddam bastards. When the city of New York hired you on as Floyd | Assistant to the Chief Engineer, the least they could have done was Floyd | fork out a few hundred bucks for a one-way ticket. And, come to think Floyd | of it, a professional moving service. Instead, here you are -- Floyd | shooting past the Arizona desert in a rented Move-It (tm) van, hauling Floyd | your junk from one coast to the other. Floyd | Floyd | To keep yourself awake, you flip on the radio. Static. Nothing but Floyd | static. You scan the countryside, hoping to find anything out of the Floyd | ordinary. Not a chance. Nothing but sameness; hundreds of dead Floyd | rabbits, thousands of cacti. Your eyes come to settle on a single Floyd | magnificent saguaro, and your head starts to nod. Floyd | Floyd | As your head tilts forward, your eyes come to rest on the gas gauge, Floyd | and a twist of anxiety shoots up your back. The gas gauge flutters Floyd | nervously above empty, and there's not a town in sight. In fact, even Floyd | if you find a place to stop, you're not even sure that you have the Floyd | cash to fill up the van. (Hmmm...didn't you spend your last five bucks Floyd | on tacos 70 miles back?) If you don't stumble across another pitiful Floyd | desert ghost town -- and soon -- you'll be stranded. Floyd | Floyd | For the next few miles, you concoct a desperate plan involving Floyd | energy-saving relaxation techniques and, if necessary, upholstery Floyd | sandwiches. You start to wonder if day-old rabbit meat is safe to eat. Floyd | Then, as your eyes refocus on the road, you realize that there's a Floyd | billboard right smack dab in front of you. Your head twitches to the Floyd | side, and you catch sight of the good news. CHEWTON -- 10 MILES. Floyd | Floyd | As you get closer to town, you note that the speed limit drops to 35. Floyd | Looks like the highway cuts through town. Good. It should be easier Floyd | to find a gas station that way. Then you spot the banner, bright Floyd | purple and as gaudy as loafers at a funeral: WELCOME TO CHEWTON! Floyd | PLEASE STAY FOR OUR 40th ANNUAL ROCK FESTIVAL! Floyd | Floyd | Huh. You wonder which has-beens they talked into playing this cheap Floyd | excuse for civilization. Is Cheap Trick still around? Did Journey Floyd | regroup? Lost in thought, you instinctively step on the gas to sneak Floyd | under a closing railroad guard. In seconds, a crowd of merry-makers Floyd | walls you in. You slam on your brakes and take in the spectacle which Floyd | fills your field of vision: hamburger vendors, screaming kids, and a Floyd | colorful parade that stretches as far as the eye can see. You squint Floyd | to get a better look, and then roll your eyes and chuckle. Floyd | Floyd | After all, you know what they say... Floyd | Floyd | Everybody Loves a Parade Floyd | Release 2.3 Floyd | Floyd | Copyright (c) 1997, 1999 by Cody Sandifer. All rights reserved. Floyd | Developed with TADS, the Text Adventure Development System. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Please type INSTRUCTIONS for a long list of instructions and INFO for Floyd | credits and general release information. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Move-It Van Floyd | Aside from a few balled-up taco wrappers, there isn't much to see. Floyd | The dashboard is cracked, the upholstery is soiled, and your seat is Floyd | itchy and uncomfortable. A garden of delights, it ain't. Floyd | Floyd | Set into the dashboard are the usual Move-It(tm) luxuries: a cigarette Floyd | lighter, an ashtray, and a glove compartment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | Trim, muscular, and fit. You take pride in your health and appearance. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a wallet. The wallet seems to contain an ATM card. Floyd | Floyd | You have zero respectable American dollars. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x cigarette lighter" | ||||
Floyd | Damn thing's broken, just like everything else. When was the last time Floyd | this truck was serviced? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x ashtray" | ||||
Floyd | The ashtray is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x truck" | ||||
Floyd | Which truck do you mean, the car radio, or the keys? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x card" | ||||
Floyd | According to the hieroglyphs on the back of the card, it's good at all Floyd | Stir, Circus, and Vista locations. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x car radio" | ||||
Floyd | It's a low-end model, falling right in line with conventional Move-It Floyd | standards. The radio is off. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open ashtray" | ||||
Floyd | Opening the ashtray reveals a Susan B. Anthony one-dollar coin. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "turn on radio" | ||||
Floyd | You're faced with the challenge of getting the hell out of Chewton, and Floyd | you decide to sit around and listen to the radio. Your mother would be Floyd | ashamed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take coin" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Aw. But you can't drive without music." | |||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x rappers" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "rappers". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "o wrappers" | ||||
Floyd | They're soggy, cheesy, and full of extra super hottie sauce. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "we cant drive anyway. theres a parade" | |||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "take sauce" | ||||
Floyd | That'll just clutter up your inventory. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "look under seat" | ||||
Floyd | As you look under the seat, hidden memories of unspoiled youth trickle Floyd | into your consciousness. You see yourself as a child, peering out from Floyd | beneath the seat of Auntie's van in a game of hide-and-seek.... Floyd | Abruptly, the vision crumbles, leaving you with a fond memory of Floyd | childhood innocence. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "at least we werent spoiled as a kid" | |||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x glove" | ||||
Floyd | The compartment is closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "open it" | ||||
Floyd | Opening the compartment reveals a map. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x map" | ||||
Floyd | (taking the map first) Floyd | It's a well-worn map of the United States. No surprise, but it's been Floyd | folded improperly. A message in big black marker is scrawled across Floyd | the state of Arizona: AVOID AT ALL COSTS! Why didn't you notice that Floyd | before? Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Haha." | |||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x glove" | ||||
Floyd | The compartment is open. There's a service label stuck to the inside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x label" | ||||
Floyd | According to the service label, the van should have gotten a tune-up Floyd | over a year ago. Goddam cheap bastards. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "o no! we're an illegal immigrant" | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x window" | ||||
Floyd | Smudged, but functional. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x parade" | ||||
Floyd | You shade your eyes and peer through the windshield, without much luck. Floyd | The teeming crowd effectively blocks your view of the merry Floyd | proceedings. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x seat" | ||||
Floyd | It's form-fitting. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x crowd" | ||||
Floyd | You'll have to step out of the van for more details. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "tune radio" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "tune". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "fold map" | ||||
Floyd | In your attempt to refold the map, you promptly herniate yourself. Floyd | Next time, stretch first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "stretch" | ||||
Floyd | You feel much more limber now. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "fold map" | ||||
Floyd | The sheer dullness of this action causes you to doze off. When you Floyd | awaken, the map is still folded improperly. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "ha ha" | |||
| cyberskunk says, "you roll maps" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "roll map" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "roll". Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Nope." | |||
| cyberskunk says, "philistines" | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "get map" | ||||
Floyd | You already have the map! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a wallet, a Susan B. Anthony one-dollar coin, a fond memory, Floyd | and a map. The wallet seems to contain an ATM card. Floyd | Floyd | You have zero respectable American dollars. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "haha. we have a fond memory" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "lick wrappers" | ||||
Floyd | Must you always demean yourself in this way? Your mom would be very Floyd | disappointed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x memory" | ||||
Floyd | You close your eyes and concentrate, but you can recall no other Floyd | details of the fond memory. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "quick someone get me a biscuit and a cup of tea" | |||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "eat memory" | ||||
Floyd | The fond memory doesn't appear appetizing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x upholstery" | ||||
Floyd | Heavy use has transformed the upholstery into a thin, stained film. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk asks, "i think we're done here? turn off the engine and get out?" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Sure" | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "turn off engine" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "engine". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "get key" | ||||
Floyd | It's safe to leave them where they are. The town of Chewton is Floyd | absolutely loaded with honesty. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | <out> is good enough for our purposes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | Tremendous Boulder Floyd | Excited parade-watchers, mouths agape, point to a giant boulder Floyd | sitting astride a specially reinforced float. Clowns, midgets, and Floyd | security guards form a protective ring around the monstrosity. Now Floyd | time for the bad news: the parade isn't moving. Floyd | Your van is stuck in the middle of this geological mess, just north Floyd | of the railroad crossing. The motionless parade continues to the east Floyd | and west. Floyd | Floyd | "Step right up ladies and gentlemen!" With this statement, a juggler Floyd | flips a ball twenty feet into the air, catches it in her mouth, and Floyd | spits it back into motion. "Let's see if you're quick enough to make a Floyd | few bucks from a tired young juggler. If I can't prevent you from Floyd | grabbing the money in the hat, it's yours to keep! Any takers?" Floyd | Floyd | A few feet away, a juggler performs amazing feats of dexterity. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler snatches a pair of twins from a nearby stroller and spins Floyd | one on her head while she includes the other in the famed "Circle of Floyd | Death." Delighted, the parents applaud. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x boulder" | ||||
Floyd | The jagged hunk of rock is over fifteen feet across and twenty feet Floyd | tall. It has a brute presence that draws your attention and invades Floyd | your consciousness. If you stare too long, the brown and gray Floyd | afterimage of this King of Boulders imprints itself upon your mind for Floyd | days. If it had legs, it would leap tall buildings in a single bound. Floyd | If it were an actor, it would be Robert De Niro. If it were a boulder, Floyd | it would be fifteen feet across and twenty feet tall. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk exclaims, "yay! parenting!" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "climb boulder" | ||||
Floyd | You cautiously circle the security guards, jumping through a narrow gap Floyd | in the ring when you spot an opening. You scamper up the side of the Floyd | boulder. "I'M ON TOP OF THE WORLD, MA! TOP OF THE WORLD!" The eyes of Floyd | the parade-watchers tear up, and even the security guards join in the Floyd | heartfelt celebration of your magnificent accomplishment. Humbly, you Floyd | step down and continue your quest to the east coast. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler springs into a handstand, keeping the balls twirling with Floyd | only her feet. "Don't try this at home, kids!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x juggler" | ||||
Floyd | She's in her early 20s and quite talented; her dexterity with the Floyd | circling balls is eclipsed only by her flashy smile and sensuous charm. Floyd | With a collection hat at her feet, she's obviously looking to make a Floyd | few bucks off the Chewton locals. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler snatches a pair of twins from a nearby stroller and spins Floyd | one on her head while she includes the other in the famed "Circle of Floyd | Death." Delighted, the parents applaud. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x hat" | ||||
Floyd | It's a bowler. There are two respectable dollars in the hat. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler springs into a handstand, keeping the balls twirling with Floyd | only her feet. "Don't try this at home, kids!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take hat" | ||||
Floyd | If you want to take the money, just say so. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler lifts her feet from the ground and cleverly juggles both Floyd | herself and the dancing balls. "Gravity means nothing to me, folks! Floyd | Keep the money coming!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take money" | ||||
Floyd | She slaps away your hand without even taking her eyes from the balls. Floyd | "If that's the best you can do, you might as well be an engineer from Floyd | New York!" Floyd | Floyd | The juggler snatches a pair of twins from a nearby stroller and spins Floyd | one on her head while she includes the other in the famed "Circle of Floyd | Death." Delighted, the parents applaud. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "push juggler" | ||||
Floyd | You give her a shove, although she quickly regains her balance. Not a Floyd | single ball touches the ground. "What are you, a little girl? My Floyd | grandmother pushes harder than that!" Floyd | Floyd | "Have you ever seen the Floating Iris? Here goes!" The juggler whacks Floyd | a parade-watcher on the back of her head; a glass eye pops out, which Floyd | the juggler integrates into her routine. "What will I think of next?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x van" | ||||
Floyd | The back of the van is filled with your belongings, consisting Floyd | primarily of furniture and old textbooks. The van is safely locked. Floyd | When you pulled into town, the van was immediately surrounded by Floyd | curious locals. "Look ma," one of them says, "I see taco wrappers!" Floyd | You roll your eyes. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler sets the balls afire and releases them into the air. Floyd | Surprisingly, the balls juggle themselves without any apparent means of Floyd | support. "Look, folks! It's an illeeeewzhun!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "juggle" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to juggle? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "juggle juggler" | ||||
Floyd | You're not an offical member of the AJA. Dues are $30 a month, which Floyd | includes scientifically balanced juggling materials, helpful pointers Floyd | in mastering the art of hand-eye coordination, and lessons in martial Floyd | arts and "The Perfect Taunt". Floyd | Floyd | "Have you ever seen the Floating Iris? Here goes!" The juggler whacks Floyd | a parade-watcher on the back of her head; a glass eye pops out, which Floyd | the juggler integrates into her routine. "What will I think of next?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a wallet, a Susan B. Anthony one-dollar coin, a fond memory, Floyd | and a map. The wallet seems to contain an ATM card. Floyd | Floyd | You have zero respectable American dollars. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler snatches a pair of twins from a nearby stroller and spins Floyd | one on her head while she includes the other in the famed "Circle of Floyd | Death." Delighted, the parents applaud. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x clowns" | ||||
Floyd | Do clowns usually pack heat? They must be undercover security guards. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler springs into a handstand, keeping the balls twirling with Floyd | only her feet. "Don't try this at home, kids!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x security guards" | ||||
Floyd | Fully caffeinated, the security guards are prepared to inflict fatal Floyd | damage on those who would approach the monstrous boulder without proper Floyd | identification. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "damn it. recursion isnt working and thats all im good at" | |||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "clear" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "clear". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x midgets" | ||||
Floyd | They may be short, but they carry a big stick. You'd better watch Floyd | yourself. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler sets the balls afire and releases them into the air. Floyd | Surprisingly, the balls juggle themselves without any apparent means of Floyd | support. "Look, folks! It's an illeeeewzhun!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "juggle midgets" | ||||
Floyd | You're not an offical member of the AJA. Dues are $30 a month, which Floyd | includes scientifically balanced juggling materials, helpful pointers Floyd | in mastering the art of hand-eye coordination, and lessons in martial Floyd | arts and "The Perfect Taunt". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x floyd" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "floyd". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "toss midget at juggler" | ||||
Floyd | You can't throw the midgets. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler snatches a pair of twins from a nearby stroller and spins Floyd | one on her head while she includes the other in the famed "Circle of Floyd | Death." Delighted, the parents applaud. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "damn political correctness" | |||
| Johnny says, "oops" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Tremendous Boulder Floyd | Excited parade-watchers, mouths agape, point to a giant boulder Floyd | sitting astride a specially reinforced float. Clowns, midgets, and Floyd | security guards form a protective ring around the monstrosity. Now Floyd | time for the bad news: the parade isn't moving. Floyd | Your van is stuck in the middle of this geological mess, just north Floyd | of the railroad crossing. The motionless parade continues to the east Floyd | and west. Floyd | A few feet away, a juggler performs amazing feats of dexterity. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler springs into a handstand, keeping the balls twirling with Floyd | only her feet. "Don't try this at home, kids!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x balls" | ||||
Floyd | As they bounce between the juggler's skilled hands, the balls are Floyd | nothing more than an orange blur. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler sets the balls afire and releases them into the air. Floyd | Surprisingly, the balls juggle themselves without any apparent means of Floyd | support. "Look, folks! It's an illeeeewzhun!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "save cf1" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "cf1". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "get balls" | ||||
Floyd | As you grab one of the balls, she delivers a flying kick to your lower Floyd | intestine. While you painfully sink to the ground, the ball returns to Floyd | her waiting hands. "Nice try, meatball." Floyd | Floyd | The juggler lifts her feet from the ground and cleverly juggles both Floyd | herself and the dancing balls. "Gravity means nothing to me, folks! Floyd | Keep the money coming!" Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "east or west?" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | File to save game in > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cf1" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "save then west" | |||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "throw memory" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to throw that at? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "juggler" | ||||
Floyd | "Hah, nice try! Why would I be distracted by a fond memory?" Floyd | Floyd | The juggler snatches a pair of twins from a nearby stroller and spins Floyd | one on her head while she includes the other in the famed "Circle of Floyd | Death." Delighted, the parents applaud. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "u fool. she can juggle platonic forms" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says, "All right. Heading west." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Jars of Pebbles Floyd | You have stumbled across the military contribution to the Chewton Floyd | Rock Parade. Soldiers swagger about, officers bark orders, and Floyd | military vehicles putter to and fro. The centerpiece of this portion Floyd | of the parade is a Sherman tank loaded down with jars of tiny pebbles. Floyd | The parade continues to the east and west, while the train continues Floyd | to whistle past Chewton to the south. Floyd | Just to the right of a low-cut hedge is a hamburger vendor at a Floyd | dilapidated refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | "Attention. Attention. Square dancing is no longer permitted within Floyd | ranks." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "square dance" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "square". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "do-si-do" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "do-si-do". Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "mutiny is it" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "dance" | ||||
Floyd | You swing your partner round and round. Promenade! Floyd | Floyd | Three flies swoop in and buzz lazily about the refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "promenade" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "promenade". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "bow to your corner" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "bow". Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "lets make her juggle a thousand pebbles." | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x jar" | ||||
Floyd | An officer waves his hand at the brightly decorated jars and launches Floyd | into a well-rehearsed speech. "Chewton physicians have been collecting Floyd | these prizes for the last 100 years! They're hard mineral deposits Floyd | formed in the kidneys by phosphates and urates!" As he leaves, the Floyd | officer issues you a stern warning. "By the way, whatever you do -- Floyd | don't throw anything at the jars. The last person who tried it is Floyd | pushing up daisies." Floyd | Floyd | The commanding officer becomes confused when he realizes that he can Floyd | neither ask nor tell his subordinates about the government's new policy Floyd | on sexuality. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take jar" | ||||
Floyd | The soldiers won't let you anywhere near the precious cargo. Floyd | Floyd | "Won't someone please sample my wares?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x vendor" | ||||
Floyd | He's covered in a layer of sweat. Won't you please buy one of his Floyd | lovely treats? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a wallet, a Susan B. Anthony one-dollar coin, and a map. The Floyd | wallet seems to contain an ATM card. Floyd | Floyd | You have zero respectable American dollars. Floyd | Floyd | "Won't someone please sample my wares?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "throw wallet at jar" | ||||
Floyd | The turret swings around and blows the wallet from the sky. A soldier Floyd | points in your direction. "There's the one who would defile the Floyd | creator! Kill! Kill!" Ten grenades land at your feet. Paralyzed, Floyd | you wait for instant death. Shortly, it comes. Floyd | Floyd | Heaven Floyd | A swirling dance of angelic choruses rises above the smothering Floyd | beauty of spry cherubim, majestic castles, and puffy clouds. Floyd | God is here, acting omniscient. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "wave" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "wave". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x God" | ||||
Floyd | You are in the presence of the creator. Prepare to be judged. Floyd | Floyd | Jesus stops by for a cup of tea. He likes it with double cream and two Floyd | sugars. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Oops. Curious to play this out, though. Glad we saved." | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "repent" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "repent". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "talk to God" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "talk". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "pray" | ||||
Floyd | God covers His ears and winces. Floyd | Floyd | Jesus ducks under a golden half-note as it bounces off God's left knee. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "god, hello" | ||||
Floyd | "Howdy partner." Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "im not very good at this" | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "ask about reincarnation" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "reincarnation". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "pray" | ||||
Floyd | God covers His ears and winces. Floyd | Floyd | God creates another omniscient being and becomes involved in a heated Floyd | debate about the purpose of its existence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "ask about meaning of life" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "meaning". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "ask about life" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "life". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "ask about god" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to ask? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "ask god about wallet" | ||||
Floyd | "Turn inward. You already know the answer to that question." Floyd | Floyd | Two angels float past, arguing about scripture. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "ask god about death" | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "ask god about jesus" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "death". Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | "That young 'un sure does drink a lot of tea!" Floyd | Floyd | Bored, God grants Himself three wishes. For sport, He denies Himself Floyd | the third wish. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x jesus" | ||||
Floyd | He doesn't look anything like the guy in the Scorsese picture. Floyd | Floyd | Jesus makes a slurping noise as he downs the rest of his tea. Floyd | Completely satisfied, he vanishes with a puff of smoke. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "ask god about reincarnation" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "reincarnation". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask god for tea" | ||||
Floyd | "Oh, be quiet. How am I supposed to exert my mastery over the universe Floyd | with you yapping like that?" Floyd | Floyd | Two angels float past, arguing about scripture. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "resurrect" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "resurrect". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "ask god about earth" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "earth". Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "trying to go down." | |||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "wake up" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "wake". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "yell" | ||||
Floyd | Your throat is a bit sore now. Floyd | Floyd | An emissary from purgatory requests God's divine intervention. He Floyd | refuses. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk asks, "ok?" | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "down" | ||||
Floyd | You haven't earned your wings yet. Floyd | Floyd | The author materializes before your living soul, a look of Floyd | consternation drawn across his face. "How in the hell did you get in Floyd | here? Boy, you really screwed up. Here, take this." He hands you a Floyd | curious object. "If you want to return to Chewton, just press this Floyd | button." Floyd | Floyd | "Oh, by the way. You can have the wallet back. It might come in Floyd | handy." With that, the author disappears. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Ha." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x object" | ||||
Floyd | The button hangs in mid-air, disembodied. It looks awfully pushable. Floyd | Floyd | Two angels float past, arguing about scripture. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x button" | ||||
Floyd | The button hangs in mid-air, disembodied. It looks awfully pushable. Floyd | Floyd | You take a springy step on a puffy cloud and delight in its pure Floyd | essence. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "Push?" | |||
| cyberskunk says, "puuuush" | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "push button" | ||||
Floyd | God lets out a sigh of relief. "I thought that one would never leave." Floyd | Floyd | Jars of Pebbles Floyd | You have stumbled across the military contribution to the Chewton Floyd | Rock Parade. Soldiers swagger about, officers bark orders, and Floyd | military vehicles putter to and fro. The centerpiece of this portion Floyd | of the parade is a Sherman tank loaded down with jars of tiny pebbles. Floyd | The parade continues to the east and west, while the train continues Floyd | to whistle past Chewton to the south. Floyd | Just to the right of a low-cut hedge is a hamburger vendor at a Floyd | dilapidated refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | The vendor impresses himself with his well-honed change-making Floyd | abilities. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x stand" | ||||
Floyd | It's one of those little refreshment booths. There's a sign on the Floyd | booth. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x sign" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Hamburger $2.00 Floyd | Ice-cold soda $1.00 Floyd | Licorice $1.00 Floyd | Floyd | "Won't someone please sample my wares?" Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl exclaims, "Licorice!" | |||
| cyberskunk exclaims, "licorice!" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "talk to vendor" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "talk". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "vendor, hello" | ||||
Floyd | The vendor doesn't appreciate your rude tone of voice. Floyd | Floyd | The three flies lose interest and buzz away to greener pastures. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "ask vendor about hamburger" | ||||
Floyd | "Two all-beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles -- all Floyd | on a sesame seed bun." His beady eyes squint down at you from beneath Floyd | his stained cap. "Say, you're not from McDonalds, are you?" Floyd | Floyd | The commanding officer becomes confused when he realizes that he can Floyd | neither ask nor tell his subordinates about the government's new policy Floyd | on sexuality. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "ask vendor about soda" | ||||
Floyd | "It's cold, it's refreshing, and it's only one respectable dollar!" Floyd | Floyd | A sharpshooter picks a fight with a minesweeper and starts a Floyd | short-lived and mentally unbalanced gang war. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask vendor about licorice" | ||||
Floyd | "It's twirly and red. Most delicious!" Floyd | Floyd | "Attention. Attention. All soldiers must now march in unison." The Floyd | soldiers form a single-file line, only to scatter immediately when Floyd | nobody can find 'unison' in the dictionary. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "ask vendor about licorice" | ||||
Floyd | "It's twirly and red. Most delicious!" Floyd | Floyd | "Attention. Attention. Square dancing is no longer permitted within Floyd | ranks." Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Red? Ew." | |||
| cyberskunk says, "thats not licorice" | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "now i want licorice" | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x soldier" | ||||
Floyd | The soldiers take their work seriously. Three have their Chewton Floyd | parade merit badges. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "licorice-cold soda" | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x tank" | ||||
Floyd | If you remember your history correctly, it's a remnant of World War II Floyd | -- a hulking death dealer able to travel at speeds greater than 45 Floyd | miles per hour. It's been painted sandy colors so as not to attract Floyd | the attention of any stray Russian MIGs traveling overhead. While the Floyd | parade is at a standstill, the driver and gunner are putting on a Floyd | puppet show just above the tank hatch. Floyd | Floyd | The vendor impresses himself with his well-honed change-making Floyd | abilities. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x puppet" | ||||
Floyd | The gunner and driver are re-enacting My Fair Lady in its entirety. Floyd | The gunner is able to perfectly reproduce Audrey Hepburn's harsh Floyd | lower-class accent, while the driver is having difficulty with the high Floyd | notes, dance steps, and rigid British dialogue. The part where Audrey Floyd | Hepburn unknowingly eats a live grenade is really funny. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "O.O" | |||
| cyberskunk says, "this is the best parade" | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "steal tank" | ||||
Floyd | OK, you put the tank in your pocket. Then you realize that (a) you Floyd | aren't insane, and (b) this isn't a cartoon, so you put the tank back Floyd | where you found it. Floyd | Floyd | A sharpshooter picks a fight with a minesweeper and starts a Floyd | short-lived and mentally unbalanced gang war. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "steal puppet" | ||||
Floyd | How do you propose to do that? Floyd | Floyd | "Won't someone please sample my wares?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "sing" | ||||
Floyd | You see no source of inspiration here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "xyzzy" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "xyzzy". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "plugh" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "plugh". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "plover" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "plover". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "sing about the rain in spain" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "rain". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x gunner" | ||||
Floyd | The soldiers take their work seriously. Three have their Chewton Floyd | parade merit badges. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x badges" | ||||
Floyd | They look like ordinary merit badges to me. Floyd | Floyd | "Attention. Attention. All soldiers must now march in unison." The Floyd | soldiers form a single-file line, only to scatter immediately when Floyd | nobody can find 'unison' in the dictionary. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "salute" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "salute". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Jars of Pebbles Floyd | You have stumbled across the military contribution to the Chewton Floyd | Rock Parade. Soldiers swagger about, officers bark orders, and Floyd | military vehicles putter to and fro. The centerpiece of this portion Floyd | of the parade is a Sherman tank loaded down with jars of tiny pebbles. Floyd | The parade continues to the east and west, while the train continues Floyd | to whistle past Chewton to the south. Floyd | Just to the right of a low-cut hedge is a hamburger vendor at a Floyd | dilapidated refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | A shot zings by your left ear. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk asks, "west?" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Yeah." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Mound of Quartz Floyd | In surveying the westernmost portion of the parade, you are greeted Floyd | by the unwelcome stares of Chewton's upper class. The host of this Floyd | outdoor romp -- a banker, you presume, by his top hat and black tuxedo Floyd | -- sits atop a sparkling pile of quartz in the back seat of a bright Floyd | red convertible. Poor unfortunates flank the party on all sides. Floyd | An abandoned hot dog cart draped in crystal sits off to one side of Floyd | the big to-do. To the west, the road dead-ends into an unlit gas Floyd | station. The entrance to an indoor minimall lies to the south. Floyd | Floyd | You shout "The stock market has collapsed!" and giggle as the crowd of Floyd | rich busybodies faints en masse. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "I bet the minimall has an ATM." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x host" | ||||
Floyd | He looks like a proud poppa, sitting up there on that mound of quartz Floyd | with a cigar in one hand and an overdeveloped supermodel on the other. Floyd | Floyd | Off in the shadows, the inheritor of the Ritz fortune engages in Floyd | forbidden love with a poor unfortunate. Their fleeting embrace forms Floyd | an unstable middle class which collapses almost instantly. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x quartz" | ||||
Floyd | The gentle beauty of the cloudy rock touches a core of warmth in your Floyd | heart -- something expensive food and forced pleasantries could never Floyd | accomplish. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "touch quartz" | ||||
Floyd | The banker exudes a stench of decadence that prevents your approach. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x cart" | ||||
Floyd | The cart sports a cute umbrella. Its very presence invites curious Floyd | passers-by to take a stab at wiener salesmanship. Floyd | The hot dog cart seems to contain a pair of corn dogs. Floyd | Floyd | The banker throws a cracker into the crowd and watches the ensuing Floyd | death-battle. As a result of the pointless bloodletting, he wins a $50 Floyd | bet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x corn dogs" | ||||
Floyd | They're not particularly fortified with anything. Floyd | Floyd | A stray bullet shoots over the heads of the party-goers. A soldier Floyd | sticks his head in. "Sorry!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take corn dogs" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "sale corn dog" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "sale". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "sell corn dog" | ||||
Floyd | Your voice booms across the parade grounds. "Pair of corn dogs for Floyd | sale! Pair of corn dogs for sale!" The many suspicious glances Floyd | indicate that you don't appear trustworthy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "pet corn dog" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "pet". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x umbrella" | ||||
Floyd | It's covered with dancing teddy bears. You think it's cute. Floyd | Floyd | A poor unfortunate widens her eyes, points south, and says a single Floyd | word: "Hamster." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take umbrella" | ||||
Floyd | Worried about your unblemished skin? What a baby. Floyd | Floyd | The banker throws a cracker into the crowd and watches the ensuing Floyd | death-battle. As a result of the pointless bloodletting, he wins a $50 Floyd | bet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "place bet" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "bet". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "banker, hello" | ||||
Floyd | "Howdy partner." Floyd | Floyd | You count the number of toupees in the upscale crowd and lose track Floyd | somewhere around 40. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "gamble" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "gamble". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Mound of Quartz Floyd | In surveying the westernmost portion of the parade, you are greeted Floyd | by the unwelcome stares of Chewton's upper class. The host of this Floyd | outdoor romp -- a banker, you presume, by his top hat and black tuxedo Floyd | -- sits atop a sparkling pile of quartz in the back seat of a bright Floyd | red convertible. Poor unfortunates flank the party on all sides. Floyd | An abandoned hot dog cart draped in crystal sits off to one side of Floyd | the big to-do. To the west, the road dead-ends into an unlit gas Floyd | station. The entrance to an indoor minimall lies to the south. Floyd | Floyd | A stray bullet shoots over the heads of the party-goers. A soldier Floyd | sticks his head in. "Sorry!" Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "west or south?" | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x convertible" | ||||
Floyd | The banker rolls it out of his garage about once a year. Floyd | Floyd | You count the number of toupees in the upscale crowd and lose track Floyd | somewhere around 40. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "south i think" | |||
| cyberskunk says, "i want to see the hamster" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Wow. I missed the convertible entirely." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Minimall Entrance Floyd | Mall shops lie in many directions: west, east, south, and Floyd | southwest. Through the doors of the minimall entrance, you spot the Floyd | continuing quartz debauchery. Floyd | As a sign of Chewtonian progress, the management has seen fit to Floyd | furnish the minimall entrance with a stand-alone ATM machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "I'm going to be disappointed if there is NOT a hamster. This looks complicated. Maybe west first?" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says, "For the sake of trying to be thorough." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Erm. I mean, going back north and west to the gas station." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x atm" | ||||
Floyd | Which atm do you mean, the ATM card, the ATM machine, or the ATM slot? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x atm machine" | ||||
Floyd | It accepts all Vista ATM cards. Near the screen is a card-sized slot Floyd | patiently waiting for the next customer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "check atm slot for skimmers" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "check". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x atm slot" | ||||
Floyd | It is exactly as wide as your ATM card. Not a micron wider. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x atm card" | ||||
Floyd | According to the hieroglyphs on the back of the card, it's good at all Floyd | Stir, Circus, and Vista locations. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "i don't think it matters so long as we stick to doing a shallow survey first. it seems like there'll be a complicated series of steps" | |||
| cyberskunk says, "lucky. i still have just an xp atm card" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "put atm card in slot" | ||||
Floyd | You put your ATM card in the slot and punch in your secret code. Then Floyd | you frown, realizing your unfortunate predicament. Your last paycheck Floyd | hasn't cleared the bank, and so you only have $9.98 in your account. Floyd | In disgust, the machine spits the card back at you. ***MOVE ON, Floyd | PARTNER*** the screen reads. "I would love to," you think to yourself. Floyd | You absolutely cannot wait to get the hell out of Chewton. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Oh no." | |||
| cyberskunk says, "o no" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "kick atm machine" | ||||
Floyd | The ATM machine has been known to kick back. I wouldn't try it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look behind atm machine" | ||||
Floyd | There's nothing behind the ATM machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look under atm machine" | ||||
Floyd | There's nothing under the ATM machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk asks, "explore, ggg?" | |||
| Johnny | The ATM spits out a torn $20 bill. | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Haha. And yes. Pick a direction." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Minimall Entrance Floyd | Mall shops lie in many directions: west, east, south, and Floyd | southwest. Through the doors of the minimall entrance, you spot the Floyd | continuing quartz debauchery. Floyd | As a sign of Chewtonian progress, the management has seen fit to Floyd | furnish the minimall entrance with a stand-alone ATM machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "e, s, sw, w n" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Rock Museum Floyd | This museum was dedicated in 1957 for one purpose: the preservation Floyd | of rock history in Chewton, Arizona. Exhibits are sprinkled liberally Floyd | about the room, although a glass display case and bulletin board are Floyd | the only artifacts to really catch your eye. Should you choose to Floyd | leave this house of treasures, the entrance to the minimall lies to the Floyd | west. Floyd | The glass case seems to contain a valuable rock. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x rock" | ||||
Floyd | It's three inches in diameter and almost perfectly spherical. Due to Floyd | its extreme roundness, Mayor Bono was convinced that aliens had dropped Floyd | it on his lawn. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take rock" | ||||
Floyd | You'll have to open the glass case first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open case" | ||||
Floyd | It's locked. Floyd | Floyd | > | Ellison says, "oh yeah, today's Wednesday" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smash case" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "smash". Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl ) Hey, Ell. | |||
| Ellison arrives, ready to play with the toys. | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "break glass" | ||||
Floyd | There's sure to be an alarm. Citizens of Chewton take their valuables Floyd | seriously. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Erm. Pretend that was a smile." | |||
| Ellison asks, "what have we done so far?" | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "died" | ||||
| Johnny says, "It was an eyeless smile." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Met god. Stole some corn dogs. Got kicked in the gut by a juggler." | ||||
| Ellison asks, "which way did we die?" | ||||
| Johnny says, "Up." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Threw something at the jar of pebbles." | ||||
| Ellison says, "man, I forgot the corn dogs" | ||||
| Johnny says, "Comma blown." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x bulletin board" | ||||
Floyd | Join the rock-of-the-month club today! This new mail-order service is Floyd | the hottest deal on the market! Every three weeks, we'll send you a 40 Floyd | page catalog of the hottest geological nuggets ever found on the Floyd | Earth's surface. Blue rocks, red rocks, salty rocks, glimmering rocks! Floyd | You name 'em, we've got 'em! With each club mailing, we'll include a Floyd | postage paid card -- if you want the rock-of-the-month, simply do Floyd | nothing! It will be sent via air mail in 2-3 weeks. We use only the Floyd | most resilient packing materials to ensure safe delivery. Join today! Floyd | Disclaimer: Rocks are hard. Floyd | Floyd | You got the rocks, we got the dinero! As honest dealers, we pay top Floyd | dollar for new and used granite, sandstone, and gravel. Call 555-1419 Floyd | for details. Floyd | P.S. We also deal in rare coins. Floyd | Floyd | ***REWARD FOR MISSING PET*** Floyd | Missing: Fluffy. Description: Warm, friendly, and loyal. Also round Floyd | and grey. Responds to "Fluffy" or "Captain Fluffy". Last seen: Floyd | holding down legal papers in my den. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x coin" | ||||
Floyd | You can't believe your luck! It's a Susan B. Anthony one-dollar coin, Floyd | minted in 1979. Probably worth a lot of money. If only you could find Floyd | a collector... Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "Paleontologist Barbie says, "Rocks are hard, let's go shopping!"" | |||
| Ellison asks, "did we climb up on the float?" | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "paleontologist barbie is a clever girl" | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x rock" | ||||
Floyd | It's three inches in diameter and almost perfectly spherical. Due to Floyd | its extreme roundness, Mayor Bono was convinced that aliens had dropped Floyd | it on his lawn. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Rock Museum Floyd | This museum was dedicated in 1957 for one purpose: the preservation Floyd | of rock history in Chewton, Arizona. Exhibits are sprinkled liberally Floyd | about the room, although a glass display case and bulletin board are Floyd | the only artifacts to really catch your eye. Should you choose to Floyd | leave this house of treasures, the entrance to the minimall lies to the Floyd | west. Floyd | The glass case seems to contain a valuable rock. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x exhibits" | ||||
Floyd | Rocks split asunder. Little teeny pellets balanced on oblong chunks of Floyd | sandstone. A piece of granite that looks like Cher. Who the hell Floyd | cares? Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "Back west, and south?" | |||
| cyberskunk says, "yes" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "It would have been helpful to know how big Fluffy was. Should we just bring him the entire jar of pebbles and let him figure it out? "Ooh. You're cute. And you. You ALL need new homes."" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Minimall Entrance Floyd | Mall shops lie in many directions: west, east, south, and Floyd | southwest. Through the doors of the minimall entrance, you spot the Floyd | continuing quartz debauchery. Floyd | As a sign of Chewtonian progress, the management has seen fit to Floyd | furnish the minimall entrance with a stand-alone ATM machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Uniform Shop Floyd | A slight breeze rustles the polyester uniforms, almost as if the Floyd | ghost of another age were vying for your attention. A beaded curtain Floyd | marks the passage of the wind; in its wake, a cash register and bargain Floyd | rack loom ominously. Back to the north is the entrance to the Floyd | minimall. Floyd | A tailor flits about the store, busy filling orders for the Chewton Floyd | rock festival. Floyd | Floyd | The tailor jots down a brief note: "Reminder to self: Billy Beer Floyd | rules." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x curtain" | ||||
Floyd | It's as if the oscillating beads chronicle the passage of time itself. Floyd | Floyd | The tailor hits the hydraulic button on his shoes and bounces up and Floyd | down for over a minute and a half. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "tailor" | ||||
Floyd | There's no verb in that sentence! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x tailor" | ||||
Floyd | He's a swanky tailor whose threads are at least twice as groovy as Floyd | yours. As far as you can tell, he hasn't even seen you enter the shop. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Technically I disagree. But ok." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x cash register" | ||||
Floyd | The antiquated register is nearly bursting with bills. Anyone who Floyd | opened the register would probably have enough money to get the hell Floyd | out of this rock-obsessed looney bin. By the way, the register has Floyd | been known to loom ominously. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open register" | ||||
Floyd | Your conscience won't let you complete the dastardly deed. Floyd | Floyd | The tailor hits the hydraulic button on his shoes and bounces up and Floyd | down for over a minute and a half. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "drop conscience" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "conscience". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x bargain rack" | ||||
Floyd | On the ominously looming bargain rack is a greasy second-hand smock. Floyd | Looks like someone wanted to look their parade-best by trading this old Floyd | rag for a shiny new uniform. Floyd | Floyd | The tailor jots down a brief note: "Reminder to self: Billy Beer Floyd | rules." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x smock" | ||||
Floyd | It's one or two sizes too big. The price tag says "Fifteen dollars -- Floyd | cheap!" The logo on the smock is a smiling hot dog. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take smock" | ||||
Floyd | You start to pull the smock off the rack, but your bourgeoisie values Floyd | get the better of you. You leave the smock for an honest paying Floyd | customer. Floyd | Floyd | The tailor measures his own shirt sleeves. "Well, I do declare. My Floyd | arms are shrinking again!" Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "I once saw an upopened can of Billy Beer in a pawn shop." | |||
| Johnny says, "*unopened" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Uniform Shop Floyd | A slight breeze rustles the polyester uniforms, almost as if the Floyd | ghost of another age were vying for your attention. A beaded curtain Floyd | marks the passage of the wind; in its wake, a cash register and bargain Floyd | rack loom ominously. Back to the north is the entrance to the Floyd | minimall. Floyd | A tailor flits about the store, busy filling orders for the Chewton Floyd | rock festival. Floyd | Floyd | The tailor places a pair of thin-legged jeans on the Floyd | Bell-Bottom-O-Matic (tm). The machine clinks and clanks and churns out Floyd | a pair of hip slacks. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "clearly need to sell hotdogs" | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x rack" | ||||
Floyd | On the ominously looming bargain rack is a greasy second-hand smock. Floyd | Looks like someone wanted to look their parade-best by trading this old Floyd | rag for a shiny new uniform. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x uniforms" | ||||
Floyd | The uniforms come in every style imaginable, from the winged cap of an Floyd | airline pilot to the roomy trousers of an Arizona cop. You would love Floyd | to roll around in the uniforms -- each one for sale! -- yet, Floyd | unfortunately, time is not on your side. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a Susan B. Anthony one-dollar coin, a map, a wallet, and a Floyd | pair of corn dogs. The wallet seems to contain an ATM card. Floyd | Floyd | You have zero respectable American dollars. Floyd | Floyd | The tailor opens the register and counts his money. "Ten thousand Floyd | respectable dollars! Right on!" Floyd | Floyd | > | Ellison says, "heh" | |||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "respect dollar" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "respect". Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "out and sw?" | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "curtain" | ||||
Floyd | There's no verb in that sentence! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | The tailor chuckles to himself. "What's he thinking? An actor could Floyd | *never* be president!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x register" | ||||
Floyd | The antiquated register is nearly bursting with bills. Anyone who Floyd | opened the register would probably have enough money to get the hell Floyd | out of this rock-obsessed looney bin. By the way, the register has Floyd | been known to loom ominously. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "open register" | ||||
Floyd | Your conscience won't let you complete the dastardly deed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take register" | ||||
Floyd | It's firmly bolted down. Floyd | Floyd | The tailor measures his own shirt sleeves. "Well, I do declare. My Floyd | arms are shrinking again!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "loom" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "loom". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "tailor, hello" | ||||
Floyd | Your voice is swallowed up by a disco chorus of an impossibly high Floyd | pitch. Floyd | Floyd | As the tailor mends a button-up shirt, he mumbles something about the Floyd | lapels being far too small. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Onward." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Minimall Entrance Floyd | Mall shops lie in many directions: west, east, south, and Floyd | southwest. Through the doors of the minimall entrance, you spot the Floyd | continuing quartz debauchery. Floyd | As a sign of Chewtonian progress, the management has seen fit to Floyd | furnish the minimall entrance with a stand-alone ATM machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | Laundromat Floyd | Washers and dryers line the walls of the laundromat. A careless Floyd | parade-watcher left his or her laundry unattended; as a result, a Floyd | washer burst open -- leaving the floor covered with a soapy puddle. Floyd | You notice a machine on the far wall, although you can't quite make out Floyd | the details. Floyd | Back to the northeast is the entrance to the minimall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take laundry" | ||||
Floyd | The laundry is tightly wrapped around the center of the washer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x puddle" | ||||
Floyd | It's about ten feet wide, effectively blocking your access to the rest Floyd | of the laundromat. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "This just keeps getting better and better! :)" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "unwrap laundry" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "unwrap". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "mop up puzzle" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "puzzle". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "mop up puddle" | ||||
Floyd | I don't recognize that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "drink puddle" | ||||
Floyd | You are a circus freak. Consider charging 50 cents the next time you Floyd | try it. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Hey. We need money. That's a good plan." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Laundromat Floyd | Washers and dryers line the walls of the laundromat. A careless Floyd | parade-watcher left his or her laundry unattended; as a result, a Floyd | washer burst open -- leaving the floor covered with a soapy puddle. Floyd | You notice a machine on the far wall, although you can't quite make out Floyd | the details. Floyd | Back to the northeast is the entrance to the minimall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x washer" | ||||
Floyd | A bubbly froth slowly drips out of its open mouth onto the slippery Floyd | floor. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "To the last room?" | |||
| Ellison asks, "did we check out the machine in this room?" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "I thought we couldn['t reach it." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x machine" | ||||
Floyd | You take a single step onto the slippery floor and lose your balance. Floyd | Wisely, you decide to stay put. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says (to Ellison), "It's not a library!" | |||
| Ellison says (to Floyd), "go to machine" | ||||
Floyd | I don't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Ellison says (to Floyd), "slide" | ||||
Floyd | I don't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "swim" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "swim". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "jump over puddle" | ||||
Floyd | You get a running start and plant your foot against the edge of the Floyd | puddle. Just before you leap, your mind is flooded with regret for a Floyd | life that has ended too soon -- your own. You grab onto the nearest Floyd | washer and prevent yourself from making a potentially fatal mistake. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Ellison says (to Floyd), "slide in puddle" | ||||
Floyd | I don't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "take puddle" | ||||
Floyd | The soapy puddle parries, successfully fending off your attack. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "climb over washer" | ||||
Floyd | I don't recognize that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | Ellison says, "cool. my curiosity is sated." | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x ceiling" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "ceiling". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x laundry" | ||||
Floyd | It clogs the washer like a hamster in a vacuum cleaner. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "Onward, Mr. Skunk?" | |||
| cyberskunk exclaims, "onward!" | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Minimall Entrance Floyd | Mall shops lie in many directions: west, east, south, and Floyd | southwest. Through the doors of the minimall entrance, you spot the Floyd | continuing quartz debauchery. Floyd | As a sign of Chewtonian progress, the management has seen fit to Floyd | furnish the minimall entrance with a stand-alone ATM machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Paint Shop Floyd | Stacks of paint cans reach to the ceiling of this modern paint shop. Floyd | Your senses are awash in the smell of paint fumes, and -- something Floyd | else. Rodent? Surely not. Beside the counter is a curious, Floyd | mysterious machine. Dare you explore its magic? Dare you? Floyd | If you dare not, the entrance to the minimall is back east. Floyd | Behind the counter is a snooty paint salesman passing time before he Floyd | finally leaves this godforsaken earth. A sign, supported by two slim Floyd | chains, dangles above his head. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Erm. Mz. Skunk." | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x sign" | ||||
Floyd | ASK US ABOUT OUR SPECIAL! Floyd | Floyd | The paint salesman judges your moral character and finds it severely Floyd | lacking. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Fail. "mx"" | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "ask salesman about special" | ||||
Floyd | "Today we're handing out two free paint samples. That's what the Floyd | machine is for!" He waves you over to the enticing contraption. "Put Floyd | in any old thing you want, and this bugger will give it a coat of Floyd | painty looooooove." Floyd | Floyd | The paint salesman and his imaginary friend share a laugh at your Floyd | expense. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Oooh." | |||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "x imaginary" | ||||
Floyd | Your silly factor just tripled. Floyd | Floyd | The salesman rolls his eyes. Floyd | Floyd | > | jenrexrode asks, "have I missed much?" | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "put memory in machine" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any memory here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a Susan B. Anthony one-dollar coin, a map, a wallet, and a Floyd | pair of corn dogs. The wallet seems to contain an ATM card. Floyd | Floyd | You have zero respectable American dollars. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk asks, "o no! what happened to our memory?" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to jenrexrode), "We're mostly mapping things out, and gaining a very long list of things we need to do in order to do something else." | ||||
| Johnny says, "I threw it at the juggler." | ||||
| jenrexrode says, "ah" | ||||
| Johnny says, "Unless something else happened to it." | ||||
| jenrexrode is still in the lounge | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Yeah, I think that was it. But I didn't realize we *actually* threw it, from the response message." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a Susan B. Anthony one-dollar coin, a map, a wallet, and a Floyd | pair of corn dogs. The wallet seems to contain an ATM card. Floyd | Floyd | You have zero respectable American dollars. Floyd | Floyd | The salesman makes reassuring hamster noises to the paint machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny asks, "Is the juggler now juggling everything we threw to her?" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "put wallet in machine" | ||||
Floyd | You'll need to open the compartment first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open compartment" | ||||
Floyd | Opened. Floyd | Floyd | The salesman gives you bunny ears and then quickly lifts his eyes to Floyd | the ceiling when you catch him in the act. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "put hand in machine" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "hand". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x salesman" | ||||
Floyd | Did you see James Cagney in "White Heat"? He looks a little like that, Floyd | only short and snooty. Floyd | Floyd | The salesman gives you bunny ears and then quickly lifts his eyes to Floyd | the ceiling when you catch him in the act. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "salesman, hello" | ||||
Floyd | "Nope. Won't do it." Floyd | Floyd | The salesman makes a face while your back is turned. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| jenrexrode arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x ceiling" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "ceiling". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x salesman" | ||||
Floyd | Did you see James Cagney in "White Heat"? He looks a little like that, Floyd | only short and snooty. Floyd | Floyd | The salesman prays for world peace and then takes it back when he Floyd | remembers that you'll be included. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x machine" | ||||
Floyd | The simple machine has a small compartment set into its face. A Floyd | transparent safety door allows curious bystanders to get a close-up Floyd | view of modern paint technology. There are two buttons above the Floyd | compartment: one red and one yellow. Floyd | Floyd | The paint salesman and his imaginary friend share a laugh at your Floyd | expense. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x red button" | ||||
Floyd | It looks awfully pushable. Floyd | Floyd | The salesman prays for world peace and then takes it back when he Floyd | remembers that you'll be included. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x yellow button" | ||||
Floyd | It looks awfully pushable. Floyd | Floyd | The salesman projects shadow puppets onto the far wall. One of them is Floyd | an unflattering caricature of you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "push red button" | ||||
Floyd | "It won't work unless there's something in the compartment." Floyd | Floyd | The salesman makes reassuring hamster noises to the paint machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "put wallet in compartment" | ||||
Floyd | Done. Floyd | Floyd | The paint salesman judges your moral character and finds it severely Floyd | lacking. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "push red button" | ||||
Floyd | "The safety door is open! Do you want to get us both killed?" Floyd | Floyd | The salesman rolls his eyes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||||
Floyd | Closed. Floyd | Floyd | The salesman makes reassuring hamster noises to the paint machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "push red button" | ||||
Floyd | Done. Floyd | Floyd | A fine red mist fills the compartment. Two seconds later, a cute furry Floyd | hamster enters the compartment from a hidden entrance. It wipes the Floyd | container clean with a tiny rag, emits a satisfied "squeak!", and Floyd | reenters the bowels of the machine. Floyd | Floyd | The salesman gives you bunny ears and then quickly lifts his eyes to Floyd | the ceiling when you catch him in the act. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "open compartment" | ||||
Floyd | Opened. Floyd | Floyd | The paint salesman and his imaginary friend share a laugh at your Floyd | expense. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "get wallet" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x waller" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "waller". Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl awwwws. | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x wallet" | ||||
Floyd | It's an old velcro wallet that you never replaced. The wallet is Floyd | painted red. Floyd | The wallet seems to contain an ATM card. Floyd | Floyd | The salesman projects shadow puppets onto the far wall. One of them is Floyd | an unflattering caricature of you. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "now its faster" | |||
| jenrexrode says, "heh" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Paint Shop Floyd | Stacks of paint cans reach to the ceiling of this modern paint shop. Floyd | Your senses are awash in the smell of paint fumes, and -- something Floyd | else. Rodent? Surely not. Beside the counter is a curious, Floyd | mysterious machine. Dare you explore its magic? Dare you? Floyd | If you dare not, the entrance to the minimall is back east. Floyd | Behind the counter is a snooty paint salesman passing time before he Floyd | finally leaves this godforsaken earth. A sign, supported by two slim Floyd | chains, dangles above his head. Floyd | Floyd | The salesman makes a face while your back is turned. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x sign" | ||||
Floyd | ASK US ABOUT OUR SPECIAL! Floyd | Floyd | The salesman makes a face while your back is turned. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "ok we can make things red or yellow" | |||
| jenrexrode asks, "how about orange?" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "But possibly only twice." | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "make hamster noises" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "make". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x hamster" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any hamster here. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk asks, "e, n, w?" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Ok." | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Minimall Entrance Floyd | Mall shops lie in many directions: west, east, south, and Floyd | southwest. Through the doors of the minimall entrance, you spot the Floyd | continuing quartz debauchery. Floyd | As a sign of Chewtonian progress, the management has seen fit to Floyd | furnish the minimall entrance with a stand-alone ATM machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Mound of Quartz Floyd | In surveying the westernmost portion of the parade, you are greeted Floyd | by the unwelcome stares of Chewton's upper class. The host of this Floyd | outdoor romp -- a banker, you presume, by his top hat and black tuxedo Floyd | -- sits atop a sparkling pile of quartz in the back seat of a bright Floyd | red convertible. Poor unfortunates flank the party on all sides. Floyd | An abandoned hot dog cart draped in crystal sits off to one side of Floyd | the big to-do. To the west, the road dead-ends into an unlit gas Floyd | station. The entrance to an indoor minimall lies to the south. Floyd | Floyd | The banker reminds himself to install a glass ceiling in his downtown Floyd | office. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The gas station is closed for the festival. Not an attendant in sight. Floyd | Floyd | An overdressed windbag jostles you without apologizing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x gas station" | ||||
Floyd | It's closed for the festival. Floyd | Floyd | You shout "The stock market has collapsed!" and giggle as the crowd of Floyd | rich busybodies faints en masse. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "open gas station" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know how to open the gas station. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x pumps" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "pumps". Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk asks, "ok. so no gas that way. take us east, ggg?" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Jars of Pebbles Floyd | You have stumbled across the military contribution to the Chewton Floyd | Rock Parade. Soldiers swagger about, officers bark orders, and Floyd | military vehicles putter to and fro. The centerpiece of this portion Floyd | of the parade is a Sherman tank loaded down with jars of tiny pebbles. Floyd | The parade continues to the east and west, while the train continues Floyd | to whistle past Chewton to the south. Floyd | Just to the right of a low-cut hedge is a hamburger vendor at a Floyd | dilapidated refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | "Attention. Attention. Square dancing is no longer permitted within Floyd | ranks." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Tremendous Boulder Floyd | Excited parade-watchers, mouths agape, point to a giant boulder Floyd | sitting astride a specially reinforced float. Clowns, midgets, and Floyd | security guards form a protective ring around the monstrosity. Now Floyd | time for the bad news: the parade isn't moving. Floyd | Your van is stuck in the middle of this geological mess, just north Floyd | of the railroad crossing. The motionless parade continues to the east Floyd | and west. Floyd | You see a fond memory here. Floyd | A few feet away, a juggler performs amazing feats of dexterity. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler sets the balls afire and releases them into the air. Floyd | Surprisingly, the balls juggle themselves without any apparent means of Floyd | support. "Look, folks! It's an illeeeewzhun!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take fond memory" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | "Have you ever seen the Floating Iris? Here goes!" The juggler whacks Floyd | a parade-watcher on the back of her head; a glass eye pops out, which Floyd | the juggler integrates into her routine. "What will I think of next?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Gravel Float Floyd | So, this is where the trouble started. A crowd huddles around the Floyd | open hood of an old pickup, the back of which is filled to the brim Floyd | with gravel. Floyd | The parade continues west. A short jaunt south takes you into a Floyd | pub, while a stroll east brings you to a repair shop. Floyd | Floyd | "Billy, don't touch those! They're radioactive!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x pickup" | ||||
Floyd | Is it a '57? A '62? You've never really been good with trucks. Floyd | Floyd | "The pound per square inch ratio on the fan belt is way too high." The Floyd | heads in the crowd bob up and down in firm agreement. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x gravel" | ||||
Floyd | A pleasant mixture of small rocks and even smaller rocks. The black Floyd | and grey hues are amazing. Floyd | Floyd | "Roy, hand me the glue gun so I can reattach the motor mounts." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take rock" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any rock here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "eat gravel" | ||||
Floyd | The gravel doesn't appear appetizing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "get gravel" | ||||
Floyd | You'll find plenty in Central Park. Can't you wait a few days? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "pound gravel" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "pound". Floyd | Floyd | > | Johnny says, "I'm hungry." | |||
| cyberskunk exclaims, "order! order!" | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x hood" | ||||
Floyd | It's open. If you wanted to bow to the whims of conformity, you could Floyd | look under the darn thing. Floyd | Floyd | "It would run if we bled the air conditioner fluid from the Floyd | carburetor." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "look under hood" | ||||
Floyd | You might be an engineer, but you couldn't repair your way out of a Floyd | paper sack. In fact, let's test that theory... Floyd | Floyd | Giant Sack (containing conformist) Floyd | The walls of this alien sack reach to the sky. There is no hope of Floyd | escape. Floyd | You see a generic broken object here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x object" | ||||
Floyd | You have no idea what it is -- but it's definitely broken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take object" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "fix object" | ||||
Floyd | You fail miserably. Told you so. In the interests of fair play, Floyd | however, I will return you to your regularly scheduled game. Let this Floyd | be a lesson that conformity is the mother of giant alien sacks that Floyd | provide no hope of escape. Floyd | Floyd | Gravel Float Floyd | So, this is where the trouble started. A crowd huddles around the Floyd | open hood of an old pickup, the back of which is filled to the brim Floyd | with gravel. Floyd | The parade continues west. A short jaunt south takes you into a Floyd | pub, while a stroll east brings you to a repair shop. Floyd | Floyd | "Roy, hand me the glue gun so I can reattach the motor mounts." Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "clearly the right course is to convince the mechanic to the east to fix it" | |||
| cyberskunk says, "so lets go south for a drink instead" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Pub Floyd | As far as pubs go, this is the bottom of the line. Under normal Floyd | conditions, this watering hole is chock full of customers in dire need Floyd | of drowning their lower- to upper- middle class sorrows. At the Floyd | moment, the place is nearly empty; most of the regulars are out in the Floyd | summer air, enjoying the uplifting parade festivities. Floyd | You see only the bare necessities: booze, bar stools, and a pool Floyd | table. The floor is covered in sawdust to allow for infrequent Floyd | cleanings. Floyd | Floyd | A swelling hum rolls in waves from four bikers at the rear of the pub. Floyd | As they prepare to partake of the ball of eight, the bikers clasp hands Floyd | in a spirit circle, chanting to their ancestors for knowledge and Floyd | guidance. In mid-chant, the bikers' faces are overwhelmed with anger Floyd | and despair; the spirit circle is destroyed as they fail to achieve the Floyd | one perfect note necessary to complete the ritual. "For now, we shall Floyd | play the imperfect game. However, we will not leave this place until Floyd | the ritual is completed. This thing we vow." Floyd | Floyd | Behind the bar, a bartender waits patiently for the next customer. Floyd | Four bikers are engaged in a raucous game of pool; their bright Floyd | auras and spiritual interjections dominate the otherwise somber Floyd | atmosphere. Floyd | An old man sits on a stool beside the bar. Floyd | Floyd | "Woe is me! If I only had some rotgut to tickle my empty stomach." Floyd | The old man offers you his most pitiful expression. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x booze" | ||||
Floyd | There it is, just waiting to be bought. Floyd | Floyd | The bikers chant softly as one of the players prepares to sink the Floyd | eight ball in the corner pocket. The chanting ceases when the bikers Floyd | fail to strike the proper note of completion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x bar stools" | ||||
Floyd | They're stool-sized and stool-shaped. Floyd | Floyd | "Woe is me! If I only had some rotgut to tickle my empty stomach." Floyd | The old man offers you his most pitiful expression. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x pool table" | ||||
Floyd | At the moment, it's surrounded by four bikers caught in a maze of Floyd | wonder and joy. The felt is marred by years of shooting, although the Floyd | playing surface appears to be level. There's an apple beside one of Floyd | the pockets. Floyd | Floyd | The bartender washes out a shot glass, gives it a spit shine, and puts Floyd | it back on the shelf. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x apple" | ||||
Floyd | It's red, ripe, and well worth its original price. Floyd | Floyd | "Lord in the sky," starts the old man, "when I was a young 'un they Floyd | wouldn't have allowed this type of element in a public drinking Floyd | establishment." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take apple" | ||||
Floyd | A biker bats your hand away and steps aside for a moment of meditation. Floyd | He turns, his eyes hiding the pain of a thousand tortured souls. Floyd | "Would you relieve me of my only sustenance? Has the goodness of Floyd | mankind turned to dust?" Floyd | Floyd | The old man breathes a heavy sigh that comes only with years of Floyd | heartbreak and depression. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x sawdust" | ||||
Floyd | The sawdust particles appear to be made out of pine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x man" | ||||
Floyd | Boy, is he dirty. And stinky, too. Floyd | Floyd | The bikers chant softly as one of the players prepares to sink the Floyd | eight ball in the corner pocket. The chanting ceases when the bikers Floyd | fail to strike the proper note of completion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "give man a bath" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "bath". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x bikers" | ||||
Floyd | In whispering knowledge and truth across the table, the bikers share a Floyd | bright moment of interpersonal revelation. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "play pool" | ||||
Floyd | If you wanted a severe whipping, you'd find the local S & M parlor. Floyd | Floyd | The old man looks you over and cackles. "Looky thar -- a tooorist!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "throw up" | ||||
Floyd | I don't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Pub Floyd | As far as pubs go, this is the bottom of the line. Under normal Floyd | conditions, this watering hole is chock full of customers in dire need Floyd | of drowning their lower- to upper- middle class sorrows. At the Floyd | moment, the place is nearly empty; most of the regulars are out in the Floyd | summer air, enjoying the uplifting parade festivities. Floyd | You see only the bare necessities: booze, bar stools, and a pool Floyd | table. The floor is covered in sawdust to allow for infrequent Floyd | cleanings. Floyd | Behind the bar, a bartender waits patiently for the next customer. Floyd | Four bikers are engaged in a raucous game of pool; their bright Floyd | auras and spiritual interjections dominate the otherwise somber Floyd | atmosphere. Floyd | An old man sits on a stool beside the bar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "ask old man for wisdom" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "wisdom". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "ask old man about wisdom" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "wisdom". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x bartender" | ||||
Floyd | For a bartender, he doesn't look particularly gregarious. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "ask bartender about drink" | ||||
Floyd | I don't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "talk to old man" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "talk". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "old man, hello" | ||||
Floyd | "Mumble mumble. Grumble." Floyd | Floyd | "Geez," says the old man with a wink and a nudge, "if I only had a Floyd | bottle of gin to quell my restless spirit." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "bartender, hello" | ||||
Floyd | "I don't take guff from nobody. You buyin' something or not?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take sawdust" | ||||
Floyd | It doesn't look like you have anything big enough to put it in. Floyd | Floyd | The bartender opens a bottle of booze to let it breathe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "give guff to bartender" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "guff". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "put sawdust in wallet" | ||||
Floyd | The wallet is too small to hold a large quantity of sawdust. Floyd | Floyd | "Geez," says the old man with a wink and a nudge, "if I only had a Floyd | bottle of gin to quell my restless spirit." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "old man, shut up" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "shut". Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "There had better be a bucket in the repair shop." | |||
| genericgeekgirl asks, "Out?" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Gravel Float Floyd | So, this is where the trouble started. A crowd huddles around the Floyd | open hood of an old pickup, the back of which is filled to the brim Floyd | with gravel. Floyd | The parade continues west. A short jaunt south takes you into a Floyd | pub, while a stroll east brings you to a repair shop. Floyd | Floyd | "John, why don't you disconnect the spark plugs from the gas line and Floyd | we'll turn this baby over once and for all." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Garage Floyd | Like any garage, the floor is covered in greasy rags, spare parts, Floyd | and one or two half-repaired vehicles. The most recent victim is an Floyd | Oldsmobile, which is jacked up and in mid-repair. On first impression, Floyd | the garage appears to be deserted -- the garage is quiet, and a stout Floyd | metal desk lies unmanned in one corner. However, on further Floyd | inspection, you notice a pair of legs sticking out from beneath the Floyd | Olds. Floyd | Should you desire to revisit your pickup buddies, west is the Floyd | direction of choice. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x oldsmobile" | ||||
Floyd | Do people still drive these things? The owner must be as goofy as a Floyd | biscuit. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x desk" | ||||
Floyd | It's 100% steel, weighing at least 300 pounds. Army surplus, no doubt. Floyd | Work orders are strewn across its surface. In the very center -- in Floyd | the position of honor, perhaps -- is an open magazine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x magazine" | ||||
Floyd | The magazine ("Hustler", you would guess) is open to a nude centerfold.
Floyd | How stereotypical.
Floyd |
Floyd | >
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| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take magazine" | ||||
Floyd | If it were Playboy, you could probably stand to touch it. But Hustler? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "read magazine" | ||||
Floyd | I'm not sure that 'read' is the appropriate verb here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x centerfold" | ||||
Floyd | Her legs are spread, her top is off, etc. etc. You get the point. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x legs" | ||||
Floyd | The thick, greasy jeans can't hide the mechanic's sculpted muscles. Floyd | Not a man to be trifled with, surely. His work boots are stained with Floyd | automotive blood: oil, brake fluid, and a touch of window cleaner. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x rags" | ||||
Floyd | Beyond oily. Definitely greasy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x parts" | ||||
Floyd | This and that. Nothing you won't find in a Parts 'R Us catalog. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take rags" | ||||
Floyd | You don't want to stain your well-manicured hands. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x hands" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "hands". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "enter oldsmobile" | ||||
Floyd | You climb inside the car and pretend to drive around. When you finally Floyd | pretend to run out of gas, you climb back out. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x boots" | ||||
Floyd | They appear to be functional. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "All right. Now what? I think we need a way to carry the sawdust, so we can put it on the pile, and presumably steal someone's laundry (even thogh we can't steal anything else), to trader for the corn dog smock. So we can sell the corndogs and make some money. We also need to find a phone, so we can sell that coin, and find someone's pet rock, presumably for a reward." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Uh. s/pile/puddle/." | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "or steal the rock and make it look fluffy" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl pulls out a marker and draws a smiley face on it. "There." | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "brilliant" | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "talk to mechanic" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "talk". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "hello" | ||||
Floyd | Nice weather we've been having. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x jack" | ||||
Floyd | It's holding up the car. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "remove jack" | ||||
Floyd | Murder is still illegal in Arizona, although the underhanded sheriff Floyd | may overlook this fact occasionally. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "damn liberal states" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "mechanic, hello" | ||||
Floyd | Rudely, the mechanic doesn't respond. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "fix oldsmobile" | ||||
Floyd | I'll wait right here until you're done. If I pass on, please contact Floyd | my next of kin. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x vehicles" | ||||
Floyd | Ancient, burned-out husks of once-glorious road transportation. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "enter vehicles" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know how to enter the half-repaired vehicles. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look under oldsmobile" | ||||
Floyd | The mechanic refuses to glance in your direction. "This is my special Floyd | space! No peeking!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look under desk" | ||||
Floyd | A leprechaun waves at you. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take leprechaun" | ||||
Floyd | Hands to yourself, you touchy-feely Californian! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x leprechaun" | ||||
Floyd | The leprechaun's way past his prime. His blue diamonds and green Floyd | clovers are starting to droop. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "leprechaun, give me money" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any money here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "ask lepre about lepre" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "lepre". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "ask leprechaun about leprechaun" | ||||
Floyd | "Faith and Begorrah!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "ask leprechaun about pot" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "pot". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "ask leprechaun about rainbow" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "rainbow". Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "I guess we can steal either the hat or the jar. Uh. Without getting killed again." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Garage Floyd | Like any garage, the floor is covered in greasy rags, spare parts, Floyd | and one or two half-repaired vehicles. The most recent victim is an Floyd | Oldsmobile, which is jacked up and in mid-repair. On first impression, Floyd | the garage appears to be deserted -- the garage is quiet, and a stout Floyd | metal desk lies unmanned in one corner. However, on further Floyd | inspection, you notice a pair of legs sticking out from beneath the Floyd | Olds. Floyd | Should you desire to revisit your pickup buddies, west is the Floyd | direction of choice. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take legs" | ||||
Floyd | Hands to yourself, you touchy-feely Californian! Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "Hm. Back west?" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Gravel Float Floyd | So, this is where the trouble started. A crowd huddles around the Floyd | open hood of an old pickup, the back of which is filled to the brim Floyd | with gravel. Floyd | The parade continues west. A short jaunt south takes you into a Floyd | pub, while a stroll east brings you to a repair shop. Floyd | Floyd | "Uh oh. Is oil green?" Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "going to try something" | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "west" | ||||
Floyd | Tremendous Boulder Floyd | Excited parade-watchers, mouths agape, point to a giant boulder Floyd | sitting astride a specially reinforced float. Clowns, midgets, and Floyd | security guards form a protective ring around the monstrosity. Now Floyd | time for the bad news: the parade isn't moving. Floyd | Your van is stuck in the middle of this geological mess, just north Floyd | of the railroad crossing. The motionless parade continues to the east Floyd | and west. Floyd | A few feet away, a juggler performs amazing feats of dexterity. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler springs into a handstand, keeping the balls twirling with Floyd | only her feet. "Don't try this at home, kids!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "roll boulder west" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "roll". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "push boulder" | ||||
Floyd | You slip past the alert guards and lay hands on the magnificent Floyd | monument. Having touched the divine, your heart is now light and true. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler flops to the ground and maintains the balls' unbroken Floyd | circle with only her well-trained stomach muscles. "Yowzah! Somebody Floyd | get me a doctor before I hurt somebody!" Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "curses" | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "push boulder on juggler" | ||||
Floyd | I don't recognize that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "push boulder west" | ||||
Floyd | You can't seem to do that. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler springs into a handstand, keeping the balls twirling with Floyd | only her feet. "Don't try this at home, kids!" Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "I was going to look under the pickup, unless we did that already." | |||
| cyberskunk says, "so much for operation 'raiders of the lost ark'. go ahead" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Gravel Float Floyd | So, this is where the trouble started. A crowd huddles around the Floyd | open hood of an old pickup, the back of which is filled to the brim Floyd | with gravel. Floyd | The parade continues west. A short jaunt south takes you into a Floyd | pub, while a stroll east brings you to a repair shop. Floyd | Floyd | Skeeter grabs a handful of spurting liquid. "Gene, does this look Floyd | corrosive to you?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look under pickup" | ||||
Floyd | There's nothing under the pickup truck. Floyd | Floyd | Skeeter grabs a handful of spurting liquid. "Gene, does this look Floyd | corrosive to you?" Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Well. Fine." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look under hood" | ||||
Floyd | Let's not go through that embarrassing business again. Floyd | Floyd | "Billy, don't touch those! They're radioactive!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "get gravel" | ||||
Floyd | You'll find plenty in Central Park. Can't you wait a few days? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Tremendous Boulder Floyd | Excited parade-watchers, mouths agape, point to a giant boulder Floyd | sitting astride a specially reinforced float. Clowns, midgets, and Floyd | security guards form a protective ring around the monstrosity. Now Floyd | time for the bad news: the parade isn't moving. Floyd | Your van is stuck in the middle of this geological mess, just north Floyd | of the railroad crossing. The motionless parade continues to the east Floyd | and west. Floyd | A few feet away, a juggler performs amazing feats of dexterity. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler flops to the ground and maintains the balls' unbroken Floyd | circle with only her well-trained stomach muscles. "Yowzah! Somebody Floyd | get me a doctor before I hurt somebody!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a Susan B. Anthony one-dollar coin, a map, a pair of corn Floyd | dogs, a wallet (painted red), and a fond memory. The wallet seems to Floyd | contain an ATM card. Floyd | Floyd | You have zero respectable American dollars. Floyd | Floyd | Without missing a beat, the juggler rolls each ball down the length of Floyd | her arms. "Damn, I'm good!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x clowns" | ||||
Floyd | Do clowns usually pack heat? They must be undercover security guards. Floyd | Floyd | Without missing a beat, the juggler rolls each ball down the length of Floyd | her arms. "Damn, I'm good!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x boulder" | ||||
Floyd | The jagged hunk of rock is over fifteen feet across and twenty feet Floyd | tall. It has a brute presence that draws your attention and invades Floyd | your consciousness. If you stare too long, the brown and gray Floyd | afterimage of this King of Boulders imprints itself upon your mind for Floyd | days. If it had legs, it would leap tall buildings in a single bound. Floyd | If it were an actor, it would be Robert De Niro. If it were a boulder, Floyd | it would be fifteen feet across and twenty feet tall. Floyd | Floyd | Without missing a beat, the juggler rolls each ball down the length of Floyd | her arms. "Damn, I'm good!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x float" | ||||
Floyd | The jagged hunk of rock is over fifteen feet across and twenty feet Floyd | tall. It has a brute presence that draws your attention and invades Floyd | your consciousness. If you stare too long, the brown and gray Floyd | afterimage of this King of Boulders imprints itself upon your mind for Floyd | days. If it had legs, it would leap tall buildings in a single bound. Floyd | If it were an actor, it would be Robert De Niro. If it were a boulder, Floyd | it would be fifteen feet across and twenty feet tall. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler spins into a cartwheel, somehow managing to keep each of Floyd | the balls in the air. "I call this one the RoundyRound!" Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk asks, "ok. i think we know the map. what do we want to tackle first?" | |||
| cyberskunk asks, "snatching the hat is two dollars. how much are corndogs worth?" | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "sell corndogs" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "corndogs". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "sell corn dogs" | ||||
Floyd | Your voice booms across the parade grounds. "Pair of corn dogs for Floyd | sale! Pair of corn dogs for sale!" The many suspicious glances Floyd | indicate that you don't appear trustworthy. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler snatches a pair of twins from a nearby stroller and spins Floyd | one on her head while she includes the other in the famed "Circle of Floyd | Death." Delighted, the parents applaud. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "Why is the hat $2?" | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x hat" | ||||
Floyd | It's a bowler. There are two respectable dollars in the hat. Floyd | Floyd | Without missing a beat, the juggler rolls each ball down the length of Floyd | her arms. "Damn, I'm good!" Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Oh. I want the hat to carry sawdust in." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Not for the money." | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "if we can steal the money we get the money" | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "two dollars can buy a better hat than that old thing" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "I'd be happy to let her keep the money if she'll give me the hat." | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "i think it looks better on her" | ||||
| cyberskunk asks, "we could buy licorice or soda?" | ||||
| cyberskunk asks, "did we try buying a drink in the bar?" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "No. But I think we need the coin. And it's only $1. But we can go back and try." | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Gravel Float Floyd | So, this is where the trouble started. A crowd huddles around the Floyd | open hood of an old pickup, the back of which is filled to the brim Floyd | with gravel. Floyd | The parade continues west. A short jaunt south takes you into a Floyd | pub, while a stroll east brings you to a repair shop. Floyd | Floyd | "Lou, put the pickup in Drive and then pop the clutch. That'll fix Floyd | her." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Pub Floyd | As far as pubs go, this is the bottom of the line. Under normal Floyd | conditions, this watering hole is chock full of customers in dire need Floyd | of drowning their lower- to upper- middle class sorrows. At the Floyd | moment, the place is nearly empty; most of the regulars are out in the Floyd | summer air, enjoying the uplifting parade festivities. Floyd | You see only the bare necessities: booze, bar stools, and a pool Floyd | table. The floor is covered in sawdust to allow for infrequent Floyd | cleanings. Floyd | Behind the bar, a bartender waits patiently for the next customer. Floyd | Four bikers are engaged in a raucous game of pool; their bright Floyd | auras and spiritual interjections dominate the otherwise somber Floyd | atmosphere. Floyd | An old man sits on a stool beside the bar. Floyd | Floyd | The bikers toss an unruly customer out of the pub and forgive Floyd | themselves for their trespasses. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | File to save game in > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cf2" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "buy drink" | ||||
Floyd | I don't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "buy booze" | ||||
Floyd | (from the bartender) Floyd | "Any kind in particular?" Floyd | Floyd | "Geez," says the old man with a wink and a nudge, "if I only had a Floyd | bottle of gin to quell my restless spirit." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "buy gin" | ||||
Floyd | (from the bartender) Floyd | "Sorry, but you don't have enough money. Gin costs eight respectable Floyd | dollars." Floyd | Floyd | "Woe is me! If I only had some rotgut to tickle my empty stomach." Floyd | The old man offers you his most pitiful expression. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "buy rotgut" | ||||
Floyd | (from the bartender) Floyd | "Any kind in particular?" Floyd | Floyd | "Geez," says the old man with a wink and a nudge, "if I only had a Floyd | bottle of gin to quell my restless spirit." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "buy beer" | ||||
Floyd | (from the bartender) Floyd | "We might have carried that at one time, but we're definitely out of it Floyd | now." Floyd | Floyd | "Geez," says the old man with a wink and a nudge, "if I only had a Floyd | bottle of gin to quell my restless spirit." Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "okay. so soda is 1. gin is 8." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Pub Floyd | As far as pubs go, this is the bottom of the line. Under normal Floyd | conditions, this watering hole is chock full of customers in dire need Floyd | of drowning their lower- to upper- middle class sorrows. At the Floyd | moment, the place is nearly empty; most of the regulars are out in the Floyd | summer air, enjoying the uplifting parade festivities. Floyd | You see only the bare necessities: booze, bar stools, and a pool Floyd | table. The floor is covered in sawdust to allow for infrequent Floyd | cleanings. Floyd | Behind the bar, a bartender waits patiently for the next customer. Floyd | Four bikers are engaged in a raucous game of pool; their bright Floyd | auras and spiritual interjections dominate the otherwise somber Floyd | atmosphere. Floyd | An old man sits on a stool beside the bar. Floyd | Floyd | The bartender washes out a shot glass, gives it a spit shine, and puts Floyd | it back on the shelf. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x bikers" | ||||
Floyd | In whispering knowledge and truth across the table, the bikers share a Floyd | bright moment of interpersonal revelation. Floyd | Floyd | The bikers chant softly as one of the players prepares to sink the Floyd | eight ball in the corner pocket. The chanting ceases when the bikers Floyd | fail to strike the proper note of completion. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "listen" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "listen". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "buy apple" | ||||
Floyd | (from the bartender) Floyd | "We might have carried that at one time, but we're definitely out of it Floyd | now." Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "There was a golden half-note in Heaven." | |||
| cyberskunk asks, "o! may i?" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Go ahead, dear." | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Gravel Float Floyd | So, this is where the trouble started. A crowd huddles around the Floyd | open hood of an old pickup, the back of which is filled to the brim Floyd | with gravel. Floyd | The parade continues west. A short jaunt south takes you into a Floyd | pub, while a stroll east brings you to a repair shop. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Tremendous Boulder Floyd | Excited parade-watchers, mouths agape, point to a giant boulder Floyd | sitting astride a specially reinforced float. Clowns, midgets, and Floyd | security guards form a protective ring around the monstrosity. Now Floyd | time for the bad news: the parade isn't moving. Floyd | Your van is stuck in the middle of this geological mess, just north Floyd | of the railroad crossing. The motionless parade continues to the east Floyd | and west. Floyd | A few feet away, a juggler performs amazing feats of dexterity. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Jars of Pebbles Floyd | You have stumbled across the military contribution to the Chewton Floyd | Rock Parade. Soldiers swagger about, officers bark orders, and Floyd | military vehicles putter to and fro. The centerpiece of this portion Floyd | of the parade is a Sherman tank loaded down with jars of tiny pebbles. Floyd | The parade continues to the east and west, while the train continues Floyd | to whistle past Chewton to the south. Floyd | Just to the right of a low-cut hedge is a hamburger vendor at a Floyd | dilapidated refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | "Won't someone please sample my wares?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "throw corn dog at jar" | ||||
Floyd | The turret swings around and blows the pair of corn dogs from the sky. Floyd | A soldier points in your direction. "There's the one who would defile Floyd | the creator! Kill! Kill!" Ten grenades land at your feet. Floyd | Paralyzed, you wait for instant death. Shortly, it comes. Floyd | Floyd | Heaven Floyd | A swirling dance of angelic choruses rises above the smothering Floyd | beauty of spry cherubim, majestic castles, and puffy clouds. Floyd | God is here, acting omniscient. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "get note" | ||||
Floyd | You pluck a perfect note from the sky. Floyd | Floyd | God plucks a cherub from the sky and tosses it to Earth, granting it Floyd | the official title of 'Fairy Godmother'. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a Susan B. Anthony one-dollar coin, a map, a wallet (painted Floyd | red), a fond memory, and a perfect note. The wallet seems to contain Floyd | an ATM card. Floyd | Floyd | You have zero respectable American dollars. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x note" | ||||
Floyd | Which note do you mean, the perfect note, or the airborne notes? Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "We'd better get that corn dog back" | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x perfect note" | ||||
Floyd | It whimpers in despair. The perfect note is in need of a good home. Floyd | Floyd | You take a springy step on a puffy cloud and delight in its pure Floyd | essence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "kiss god" | ||||
Floyd | You wait until now to kiss up to the creator? You should have done Floyd | that when you were alive! Floyd | Floyd | God shifts His feet and the heavens tremble. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "ring bell" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "bell". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "blaspheme" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "blaspheme". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Heaven Floyd | A swirling dance of angelic choruses rises above the smothering Floyd | beauty of spry cherubim, majestic castles, and puffy clouds. Floyd | God is here, acting omniscient. Floyd | Floyd | God touches the world, and a typhoon kills millions in lower India. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x god" | ||||
Floyd | You are in the presence of the creator. Prepare to be judged. Floyd | Floyd | Jesus stops by for a cup of tea. He likes it with double cream and two Floyd | sugars. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x jesus" | ||||
Floyd | He doesn't look anything like the guy in the Scorsese picture. Floyd | Floyd | Jesus makes a slurping noise as he downs the rest of his tea. Floyd | Completely satisfied, he vanishes with a puff of smoke. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x castle" | ||||
Floyd | They house those individuals who followed the one true path of Floyd | righteousness. Perhaps one day *you* will achieve this sweet reward. Floyd | Floyd | You take a springy step on a puffy cloud and delight in its pure Floyd | essence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x cherubin" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "cherubin". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x cherubim" | ||||
Floyd | They're short and pudgy, having gorged themselves on the succulent Floyd | fruit of the afterlife. Floyd | Floyd | The angelic chorus achieves the perfect note. God sighs. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Heaven Floyd | A swirling dance of angelic choruses rises above the smothering Floyd | beauty of spry cherubim, majestic castles, and puffy clouds. Floyd | God is here, acting omniscient. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "meditate" | ||||
Floyd | What do you know. You really *do* know the answer to that question. Floyd | Floyd | God reads your mind and dismisses your short-sighted concerns. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "push button" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any button here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | God touches the world, and a typhoon kills millions in lower India. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "call author" | ||||
Floyd | "I will not be treated as a direct object!" Floyd | Floyd | The author materializes before your living soul, a look of Floyd | consternation drawn across his face. "How in the hell did you get in Floyd | here? Boy, you really screwed up. Here, take this." He hands you a Floyd | curious object. "If you want to return to Chewton, just press this Floyd | button." Floyd | Floyd | "Oh, by the way. You can have the pair of corn dogs back. It might Floyd | come in handy." With that, the author disappears. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a Susan B. Anthony one-dollar coin, a map, a wallet (painted Floyd | red), a fond memory, a perfect note, a pair of corn dogs, and a Floyd | disembodied button. The wallet seems to contain an ATM card. Floyd | Floyd | You have zero respectable American dollars. Floyd | Floyd | God shifts His feet and the heavens tremble. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "push button" | ||||
Floyd | God lets out a sigh of relief. "I thought that one would never leave." Floyd | Floyd | Jars of Pebbles Floyd | You have stumbled across the military contribution to the Chewton Floyd | Rock Parade. Soldiers swagger about, officers bark orders, and Floyd | military vehicles putter to and fro. The centerpiece of this portion Floyd | of the parade is a Sherman tank loaded down with jars of tiny pebbles. Floyd | The parade continues to the east and west, while the train continues Floyd | to whistle past Chewton to the south. Floyd | Just to the right of a low-cut hedge is a hamburger vendor at a Floyd | dilapidated refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | A soldier mistakes you for a colonel, so you order him to do forty Floyd | push-ups and bake a lasagna. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "eat lasagna" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "lasagna". Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk asks, "okay. maybe we can use the perfect note for... the puppet show?" | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x puppets" | ||||
Floyd | The gunner and driver are re-enacting My Fair Lady in its entirety. Floyd | The gunner is able to perfectly reproduce Audrey Hepburn's harsh Floyd | lower-class accent, while the driver is having difficulty with the high Floyd | notes, dance steps, and rigid British dialogue. The part where Audrey Floyd | Hepburn unknowingly eats a live grenade is really funny. Floyd | Floyd | "Attention. Attention. All soldiers must now march in unison." The Floyd | soldiers form a single-file line, only to scatter immediately when Floyd | nobody can find 'unison' in the dictionary. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "give note to puppet show" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know how to give anything to the puppet show. Floyd | Floyd | A soldier mistakes you for a colonel, so you order him to do forty Floyd | push-ups and bake a lasagna. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Uh. Sure. That." | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "help puppet show" | ||||
Floyd | I don't recognize that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "join show" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "join". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "get puppet" | ||||
Floyd | The puppet show has cooties. Better leave it alone. Floyd | Floyd | "Attention. Attention. Square dancing is no longer permitted within Floyd | ranks." Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "nevermind. i dont have my shots" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Tremendous Boulder Floyd | Excited parade-watchers, mouths agape, point to a giant boulder Floyd | sitting astride a specially reinforced float. Clowns, midgets, and Floyd | security guards form a protective ring around the monstrosity. Now Floyd | time for the bad news: the parade isn't moving. Floyd | Your van is stuck in the middle of this geological mess, just north Floyd | of the railroad crossing. The motionless parade continues to the east Floyd | and west. Floyd | A few feet away, a juggler performs amazing feats of dexterity. Floyd | Floyd | "Doesn't someone want to grab the money out of the hat? What could be Floyd | easier?" Floyd | Floyd | Your mind begins to wander as a ghostly thought brushes up against your Floyd | perception of today's experiences. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Gravel Float Floyd | So, this is where the trouble started. A crowd huddles around the Floyd | open hood of an old pickup, the back of which is filled to the brim Floyd | with gravel. Floyd | The parade continues west. A short jaunt south takes you into a Floyd | pub, while a stroll east brings you to a repair shop. Floyd | Floyd | "The pound per square inch ratio on the fan belt is way too high." The Floyd | heads in the crowd bob up and down in firm agreement. Floyd | Floyd | You get the feeling that you've missed something -- something Floyd | important. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Pub Floyd | As far as pubs go, this is the bottom of the line. Under normal Floyd | conditions, this watering hole is chock full of customers in dire need Floyd | of drowning their lower- to upper- middle class sorrows. At the Floyd | moment, the place is nearly empty; most of the regulars are out in the Floyd | summer air, enjoying the uplifting parade festivities. Floyd | You see only the bare necessities: booze, bar stools, and a pool Floyd | table. The floor is covered in sawdust to allow for infrequent Floyd | cleanings. Floyd | Behind the bar, a bartender waits patiently for the next customer. Floyd | Four bikers are engaged in a raucous game of pool; their bright Floyd | auras and spiritual interjections dominate the otherwise somber Floyd | atmosphere. Floyd | An old man sits on a stool beside the bar. Floyd | Floyd | The old man looks you over and cackles. "Looky thar -- a tooorist!" Floyd | Floyd | Hoping to force the niggling thought into the open, you cast your mind Floyd | back to previous events. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "give note to bikers" | ||||
Floyd | "Oh little one. Your gift is the sunlight that warms the disbelief Floyd | from my guilty heart. Goodness *does* reside in the soul of man!" Floyd | Floyd | The bikers begin their chant anew, substituting the perfect note for Floyd | their imperfect pitch at the moment of rapture. At once, the chanting Floyd | ceases; the ritual completed, the bikers leave the premises to seek new Floyd | horizons in a more perfect world. Floyd | Floyd | As the last biker leaves, a faint rumbling draws your attention to the Floyd | pool table. Its wooden frame continues to vibrate from the final burst Floyd | of existential energy. An apple, perched at the table's edge, teeters Floyd | and falls -- becoming wedged between the old man's stool and the bar. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score just went up 10 points] Floyd | Floyd | Was it something about the boulder? No, that wasn't it. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take apple" | ||||
Floyd | As you bend down to pick up the apple, your low-cut blouse swings open, Floyd | revealing your full breasts to the cackling old man. Disgusted, you Floyd | immediately straighten your back. In a second attempt, you hold the Floyd | blouse flat against your body; as your hand nears the apple, the old Floyd | man bends down low and peeks beneath your skin-tight miniskirt. You Floyd | feel your face flush in anger and shame. Defeated, you retreat without Floyd | having taken the tantalizing piece of fruit. Floyd | Floyd | "Geez," says the old man with a wink and a nudge, "if I only had a Floyd | bottle of gin to quell my restless spirit." Floyd | Floyd | It was the repair shop! If nothing else, you must find a way to Floyd | communicate your desperation to the mechanic -- the one man who might Floyd | get this damnable parade up and moving again. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "We're female??" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | Trim, muscular, and fit. You take pride in your health and appearance. Floyd | Floyd | The bartender steps around the counter and sweeps up the broken glass Floyd | from last night's drunken brawl. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "i like the hints in the flavor text" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "punch old man" | ||||
Floyd | You smack the old man across his unshaven face. His only reply is a Floyd | drunken leer. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Well. Now that I know we're female, we can go seduce the repairman." | |||
| cyberskunk says, "thats shameless and crass." | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "go ahead" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl asks, "'flavour text'?" | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "last line. the random noise." | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "it became about how we had forgotten something" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Gravel Float Floyd | So, this is where the trouble started. A crowd huddles around the Floyd | open hood of an old pickup, the back of which is filled to the brim Floyd | with gravel. Floyd | The parade continues west. A short jaunt south takes you into a Floyd | pub, while a stroll east brings you to a repair shop. Floyd | Floyd | "Roy, hand me the glue gun so I can reattach the motor mounts." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Garage Floyd | Like any garage, the floor is covered in greasy rags, spare parts, Floyd | and one or two half-repaired vehicles. The most recent victim is an Floyd | Oldsmobile, which is jacked up and in mid-repair. On first impression, Floyd | the garage appears to be deserted -- the garage is quiet, and a stout Floyd | metal desk lies unmanned in one corner. However, on further Floyd | inspection, you notice a pair of legs sticking out from beneath the Floyd | Olds. Floyd | Should you desire to revisit your pickup buddies, west is the Floyd | direction of choice. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x legs" | ||||
Floyd | The thick, greasy jeans can't hide the mechanic's sculpted muscles. Floyd | Not a man to be trifled with, surely. His work boots are stained with Floyd | automotive blood: oil, brake fluid, and a touch of window cleaner. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "show legs" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to show him to? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x man" | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "show legs to legs" | ||||
Floyd | The thick, greasy jeans can't hide the mechanic's sculpted muscles. Floyd | Not a man to be trifled with, surely. His work boots are stained with Floyd | automotive blood: oil, brake fluid, and a touch of window cleaner. Floyd | Floyd | > Floyd | But you're not carrying the stocky legs! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "kiss man" | ||||
Floyd | You're not attracted to the stocky legs in that secret special way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "get stocky legs" | ||||
Floyd | Hands to yourself, you touchy-feely Californian! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Garage Floyd | Like any garage, the floor is covered in greasy rags, spare parts, Floyd | and one or two half-repaired vehicles. The most recent victim is an Floyd | Oldsmobile, which is jacked up and in mid-repair. On first impression, Floyd | the garage appears to be deserted -- the garage is quiet, and a stout Floyd | metal desk lies unmanned in one corner. However, on further Floyd | inspection, you notice a pair of legs sticking out from beneath the Floyd | Olds. Floyd | Should you desire to revisit your pickup buddies, west is the Floyd | direction of choice. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "kick legs" | ||||
Floyd | The mechanic doesn't even bother to stop working; his muffled words are Floyd | aimed at your feet. "Listen up. I'm working on the mayor's car. If Floyd | the car isn't repaired by 5 o'clock, Mr. Bono won't be able to pick up Floyd | his mistress from Albuquerque. And if he doesn't cheat on his wife, Floyd | he's not happy. And if he's not happy, I don't get paid. Now leave me Floyd | alone." Floyd | You furrow your brow. This greasy pair of legs is really starting Floyd | to get on your nerves. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "pull boots" | ||||
Floyd | "I'm going to make believe that whatever you want is pretty darn Floyd | important. Otherwise, you wouldn't interrupt my work on the mayor's Floyd | car. Tell you what." Oh, great. Here come the unruly demands -- Floyd | isn't anyone civil in this town? "I didn't have time to pack a lunch Floyd | this morning. You bring me something to eat, and I'll listen to what Floyd | you have to say. Put the food on the desk, if it isn't TOO much Floyd | trouble." With that, the mechanic returns to work. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score just went up 15 points] Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "the apple will work" | |||
| genericgeekgirl asks, "Or the corn dogs?" | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "but that requires gin" | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "okay" | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | File to save game in > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "cf3" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "put corn dogs on desk" | ||||
Floyd | "I'd recognize the sound of pair of corn dogs on steel anywhere. Floyd | Sorry, but I don't pollute my body with junk food." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "eat corn dogs" | ||||
Floyd | You eat the corn dogs and toss the sticks aside. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Garage Floyd | Like any garage, the floor is covered in greasy rags, spare parts, Floyd | and one or two half-repaired vehicles. The most recent victim is an Floyd | Oldsmobile, which is jacked up and in mid-repair. On first impression, Floyd | the garage appears to be deserted -- the garage is quiet, and a stout Floyd | metal desk lies unmanned in one corner. However, on further Floyd | inspection, you notice a pair of legs sticking out from beneath the Floyd | Olds. Floyd | Should you desire to revisit your pickup buddies, west is the Floyd | direction of choice. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "appl--o no" | |||
| cyberskunk says, "what did u do" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "I undid." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a Susan B. Anthony one-dollar coin, a map, a wallet (painted Floyd | red), a fond memory, and a pair of corn dogs. The wallet seems to Floyd | contain an ATM card. Floyd | Floyd | You have zero respectable American dollars. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "i assume we can steal two more" | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x memory" | ||||
Floyd | You close your eyes and concentrate, but you can recall no other Floyd | details of the fond memory. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "sit on desk" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know how to sit on the steel desk. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Heading back west to explore a bit." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Gravel Float Floyd | So, this is where the trouble started. A crowd huddles around the Floyd | open hood of an old pickup, the back of which is filled to the brim Floyd | with gravel. Floyd | The parade continues west. A short jaunt south takes you into a Floyd | pub, while a stroll east brings you to a repair shop. Floyd | Floyd | "Billy, don't touch those! They're radioactive!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Tremendous Boulder Floyd | Excited parade-watchers, mouths agape, point to a giant boulder Floyd | sitting astride a specially reinforced float. Clowns, midgets, and Floyd | security guards form a protective ring around the monstrosity. Now Floyd | time for the bad news: the parade isn't moving. Floyd | Your van is stuck in the middle of this geological mess, just north Floyd | of the railroad crossing. The motionless parade continues to the east Floyd | and west. Floyd | A few feet away, a juggler performs amazing feats of dexterity. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler spins into a cartwheel, somehow managing to keep each of Floyd | the balls in the air. "I call this one the RoundyRound!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "trip juggler" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "trip". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x van" | ||||
Floyd | The back of the van is filled with your belongings, consisting Floyd | primarily of furniture and old textbooks. The van is safely locked. Floyd | When you pulled into town, the van was immediately surrounded by Floyd | curious locals. "Look ma," one of them says, "I see taco wrappers!" Floyd | You roll your eyes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Jars of Pebbles Floyd | You have stumbled across the military contribution to the Chewton Floyd | Rock Parade. Soldiers swagger about, officers bark orders, and Floyd | military vehicles putter to and fro. The centerpiece of this portion Floyd | of the parade is a Sherman tank loaded down with jars of tiny pebbles. Floyd | The parade continues to the east and west, while the train continues Floyd | to whistle past Chewton to the south. Floyd | Just to the right of a low-cut hedge is a hamburger vendor at a Floyd | dilapidated refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | Three flies swoop in and buzz lazily about the refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x flies" | ||||
Floyd | Like the ladybug and the caterpillar, the buzzing insects go about Floyd | their buggy business with nary a care in the world. Floyd | Floyd | The vendor impresses himself with his well-honed change-making Floyd | abilities. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x tank" | ||||
Floyd | If you remember your history correctly, it's a remnant of World War II Floyd | -- a hulking death dealer able to travel at speeds greater than 45 Floyd | miles per hour. It's been painted sandy colors so as not to attract Floyd | the attention of any stray Russian MIGs traveling overhead. While the Floyd | parade is at a standstill, the driver and gunner are putting on a Floyd | puppet show just above the tank hatch. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Mound of Quartz Floyd | In surveying the westernmost portion of the parade, you are greeted Floyd | by the unwelcome stares of Chewton's upper class. The host of this Floyd | outdoor romp -- a banker, you presume, by his top hat and black tuxedo Floyd | -- sits atop a sparkling pile of quartz in the back seat of a bright Floyd | red convertible. Poor unfortunates flank the party on all sides. Floyd | An abandoned hot dog cart draped in crystal sits off to one side of Floyd | the big to-do. To the west, the road dead-ends into an unlit gas Floyd | station. The entrance to an indoor minimall lies to the south. Floyd | Floyd | Convinced that you *must* be one of the hired help, a prudish gentleman Floyd | orders you to fetch him a hot toddy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The gas station is closed for the festival. Not an attendant in sight. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x banker" | ||||
Floyd | He looks like a proud poppa, sitting up there on that mound of quartz Floyd | with a cigar in one hand and an overdeveloped supermodel on the other. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "push banker" | ||||
Floyd | Hands to yourself, you touchy-feely Californian! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "punch banker" | ||||
Floyd | Why would you want to throw a punch at the banker? Floyd | Floyd | A poor unfortunate widens her eyes, points south, and says a single Floyd | word: "Hamster." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "buy quartz" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to buy that from? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "buy quartz from banker" | ||||
Floyd | You can't buy anything from the banker. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "touch quartz" | ||||
Floyd | The banker exudes a stench of decadence that prevents your approach. Floyd | Floyd | You count the number of toupees in the upscale crowd and lose track Floyd | somewhere around 40. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take toupee" | ||||
Floyd | You can't. You're toupees-phobic. Floyd | Floyd | A poor unfortunate widens her eyes, points south, and says a single Floyd | word: "Hamster." Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "into the minimall" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Minimall Entrance Floyd | Mall shops lie in many directions: west, east, south, and Floyd | southwest. Through the doors of the minimall entrance, you spot the Floyd | continuing quartz debauchery. Floyd | As a sign of Chewtonian progress, the management has seen fit to Floyd | furnish the minimall entrance with a stand-alone ATM machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Rock Museum Floyd | This museum was dedicated in 1957 for one purpose: the preservation Floyd | of rock history in Chewton, Arizona. Exhibits are sprinkled liberally Floyd | about the room, although a glass display case and bulletin board are Floyd | the only artifacts to really catch your eye. Should you choose to Floyd | leave this house of treasures, the entrance to the minimall lies to the Floyd | west. Floyd | The glass case seems to contain a valuable rock. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x case" | ||||
Floyd | On the upper left hand corner of the case is a gold plaque, provided by Floyd | the Chewton Historical Society. The case, which sits on a short wooden Floyd | table, is closed and locked. Floyd | The glass case seems to contain a valuable rock. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x table" | ||||
Floyd | Its sole purpose is to support the glass case. It's about two feet Floyd | high. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look under table" | ||||
Floyd | You find a nifty key taped to the bottom of the wooden table, which you Floyd | take. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "A ha." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take key" | ||||
Floyd | You already have the nifty key! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "unlock case" | ||||
Floyd | (with the nifty key) Floyd | Unlocked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take rock" | ||||
Floyd | You'll have to open the glass case first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open case" | ||||
Floyd | Opened. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take rock" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x rock" | ||||
Floyd | It's three inches in diameter and almost perfectly spherical. Due to Floyd | its extreme roundness, Mayor Bono was convinced that aliens had dropped Floyd | it on his lawn. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x bulletin board" | ||||
Floyd | Join the rock-of-the-month club today! This new mail-order service is Floyd | the hottest deal on the market! Every three weeks, we'll send you a 40 Floyd | page catalog of the hottest geological nuggets ever found on the Floyd | Earth's surface. Blue rocks, red rocks, salty rocks, glimmering rocks! Floyd | You name 'em, we've got 'em! With each club mailing, we'll include a Floyd | postage paid card -- if you want the rock-of-the-month, simply do Floyd | nothing! It will be sent via air mail in 2-3 weeks. We use only the Floyd | most resilient packing materials to ensure safe delivery. Join today! Floyd | Disclaimer: Rocks are hard. Floyd | Floyd | You got the rocks, we got the dinero! As honest dealers, we pay top Floyd | dollar for new and used granite, sandstone, and gravel. Call 555-1419 Floyd | for details. Floyd | P.S. We also deal in rare coins. Floyd | Floyd | ***REWARD FOR MISSING PET*** Floyd | Missing: Fluffy. Description: Warm, friendly, and loyal. Also round Floyd | and grey. Responds to "Fluffy" or "Captain Fluffy". Last seen: Floyd | holding down legal papers in my den. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "fluffy, hello" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any fluffy here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "pick lock" | ||||
Floyd | I don't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Jacqueline waves and makes an isquiesque departure for home. | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x lock" | ||||
Floyd | I don't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x case" | ||||
Floyd | On the upper left hand corner of the case is a gold plaque, provided by Floyd | the Chewton Historical Society. The case, which sits on a short wooden Floyd | table, is open and unlocked. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x plaque" | ||||
Floyd | Maybe you should read it? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "read plaque" | ||||
Floyd | DONATED BY MAYOR BONO. Found in his front yard 2Feb96. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "Great. We have a rock. Now what?" | |||
| cyberskunk says, "ugh. sorry. zoned out for a bit. headache" | ||||
| cyberskunk asks, "paint it red and throw it at the juggler?" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Haha." | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "rocks are hard" | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "and it is perfectly round" | ||||
| cyberskunk asks, "shall we try it?" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Sure." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Minimall Entrance Floyd | Mall shops lie in many directions: west, east, south, and Floyd | southwest. Through the doors of the minimall entrance, you spot the Floyd | continuing quartz debauchery. Floyd | As a sign of Chewtonian progress, the management has seen fit to Floyd | furnish the minimall entrance with a stand-alone ATM machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Paint Shop Floyd | Stacks of paint cans reach to the ceiling of this modern paint shop. Floyd | Your senses are awash in the smell of paint fumes, and -- something Floyd | else. Rodent? Surely not. Beside the counter is a curious, Floyd | mysterious machine. Dare you explore its magic? Dare you? Floyd | If you dare not, the entrance to the minimall is back east. Floyd | Behind the counter is a snooty paint salesman passing time before he Floyd | finally leaves this godforsaken earth. A sign, supported by two slim Floyd | chains, dangles above his head. Floyd | Floyd | The salesman gives you bunny ears and then quickly lifts his eyes to Floyd | the ceiling when you catch him in the act. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "put rock in machine" | ||||
Floyd | Done. Floyd | Floyd | The paint salesman drums his fingers against the counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||||
Floyd | Closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "push red button" | ||||
Floyd | Done. Floyd | Floyd | A fine red mist fills the compartment. Two seconds later, a cute furry Floyd | hamster enters the compartment from a hidden entrance. It wipes the Floyd | container clean with a tiny rag, emits a satisfied "squeak!", and Floyd | reenters the bowels of the machine. Floyd | Floyd | The paint salesman ducks behind the counter. When he realizes that you Floyd | haven't been duped by his master ploy, he pops back up. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "get rock" | ||||
Floyd | You'll have to open the compartment first. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "open door" | ||||
Floyd | Opened. Floyd | Floyd | The paint salesman drums his fingers against the counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "get rock" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | The salesman gives you bunny ears and then quickly lifts his eyes to Floyd | the ceiling when you catch him in the act. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x rock" | ||||
Floyd | It's three inches in diameter and almost perfectly spherical. Due to Floyd | its extreme roundness, Mayor Bono was convinced that aliens had dropped Floyd | it on his lawn. The valuable rock is painted red. Floyd | Floyd | The salesman makes a face while your back is turned. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "moving" | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Minimall Entrance Floyd | Mall shops lie in many directions: west, east, south, and Floyd | southwest. Through the doors of the minimall entrance, you spot the Floyd | continuing quartz debauchery. Floyd | As a sign of Chewtonian progress, the management has seen fit to Floyd | furnish the minimall entrance with a stand-alone ATM machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Mound of Quartz Floyd | In surveying the westernmost portion of the parade, you are greeted Floyd | by the unwelcome stares of Chewton's upper class. The host of this Floyd | outdoor romp -- a banker, you presume, by his top hat and black tuxedo Floyd | -- sits atop a sparkling pile of quartz in the back seat of a bright Floyd | red convertible. Poor unfortunates flank the party on all sides. Floyd | An abandoned hot dog cart draped in crystal sits off to one side of Floyd | the big to-do. To the west, the road dead-ends into an unlit gas Floyd | station. The entrance to an indoor minimall lies to the south. Floyd | Floyd | You count the number of toupees in the upscale crowd and lose track Floyd | somewhere around 40. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Jars of Pebbles Floyd | You have stumbled across the military contribution to the Chewton Floyd | Rock Parade. Soldiers swagger about, officers bark orders, and Floyd | military vehicles putter to and fro. The centerpiece of this portion Floyd | of the parade is a Sherman tank loaded down with jars of tiny pebbles. Floyd | The parade continues to the east and west, while the train continues Floyd | to whistle past Chewton to the south. Floyd | Just to the right of a low-cut hedge is a hamburger vendor at a Floyd | dilapidated refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | The three flies lose interest and buzz away to greener pastures. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Tremendous Boulder Floyd | Excited parade-watchers, mouths agape, point to a giant boulder Floyd | sitting astride a specially reinforced float. Clowns, midgets, and Floyd | security guards form a protective ring around the monstrosity. Now Floyd | time for the bad news: the parade isn't moving. Floyd | Your van is stuck in the middle of this geological mess, just north Floyd | of the railroad crossing. The motionless parade continues to the east Floyd | and west. Floyd | A few feet away, a juggler performs amazing feats of dexterity. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x balls" | ||||
Floyd | As they bounce between the juggler's skilled hands, the balls are Floyd | nothing more than an orange blur. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler spins into a cartwheel, somehow managing to keep each of Floyd | the balls in the air. "I call this one the RoundyRound!" Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Mhm. Orange balls." | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "throw rock at juggler" | ||||
Floyd | For a split second, the juggler is distracted by the similarity in Floyd | shape between the rock and the quickly moving balls. "Hah! Almost Floyd | worked!" Floyd | Floyd | The juggler sets the balls afire and releases them into the air. Floyd | Surprisingly, the balls juggle themselves without any apparent means of Floyd | support. "Look, folks! It's an illeeeewzhun!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x balls" | ||||
Floyd | As they bounce between the juggler's skilled hands, the balls are Floyd | nothing more than an orange blur. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "get rock" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | "Have you ever seen the Floating Iris? Here goes!" The juggler whacks Floyd | a parade-watcher on the back of her head; a glass eye pops out, which Floyd | the juggler integrates into her routine. "What will I think of next?" Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "making it orange" | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Jars of Pebbles Floyd | You have stumbled across the military contribution to the Chewton Floyd | Rock Parade. Soldiers swagger about, officers bark orders, and Floyd | military vehicles putter to and fro. The centerpiece of this portion Floyd | of the parade is a Sherman tank loaded down with jars of tiny pebbles. Floyd | The parade continues to the east and west, while the train continues Floyd | to whistle past Chewton to the south. Floyd | Just to the right of a low-cut hedge is a hamburger vendor at a Floyd | dilapidated refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | A sharpshooter picks a fight with a minesweeper and starts a Floyd | short-lived and mentally unbalanced gang war. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Mound of Quartz Floyd | In surveying the westernmost portion of the parade, you are greeted Floyd | by the unwelcome stares of Chewton's upper class. The host of this Floyd | outdoor romp -- a banker, you presume, by his top hat and black tuxedo Floyd | -- sits atop a sparkling pile of quartz in the back seat of a bright Floyd | red convertible. Poor unfortunates flank the party on all sides. Floyd | An abandoned hot dog cart draped in crystal sits off to one side of Floyd | the big to-do. To the west, the road dead-ends into an unlit gas Floyd | station. The entrance to an indoor minimall lies to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Minimall Entrance Floyd | Mall shops lie in many directions: west, east, south, and Floyd | southwest. Through the doors of the minimall entrance, you spot the Floyd | continuing quartz debauchery. Floyd | As a sign of Chewtonian progress, the management has seen fit to Floyd | furnish the minimall entrance with a stand-alone ATM machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Paint Shop Floyd | Stacks of paint cans reach to the ceiling of this modern paint shop. Floyd | Your senses are awash in the smell of paint fumes, and -- something Floyd | else. Rodent? Surely not. Beside the counter is a curious, Floyd | mysterious machine. Dare you explore its magic? Dare you? Floyd | If you dare not, the entrance to the minimall is back east. Floyd | Behind the counter is a snooty paint salesman passing time before he Floyd | finally leaves this godforsaken earth. A sign, supported by two slim Floyd | chains, dangles above his head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "put rock in machine" | ||||
Floyd | Done. Floyd | Floyd | The paint salesman and his imaginary friend share a laugh at your Floyd | expense. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "close door" | ||||
Floyd | Closed. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "This should not work. But I guess it's magic." | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "push yellow button" | ||||
Floyd | You hear a 'click' as the salesman hits a cut-off switch behind the Floyd | counter. "Sorry, but you are only allowed two free paint samples." Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Oops. Told you." | |||
| Ellison goes back to Squeamhurst.. | ||||
| Ellison has disconnected. | cyberskunk says, "boulderdash" | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x sign" | ||||
Floyd | ASK US ABOUT OUR SPECIAL! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "ask about special" | ||||
Floyd | (the paint salesman) Floyd | "Today we're handing out two free paint samples. That's what the Floyd | machine is for!" He waves you over to the enticing contraption. "Put Floyd | in any old thing you want, and this bugger will give it a coat of Floyd | painty looooooove." Floyd | Floyd | The salesman prays for world peace and then takes it back when he Floyd | remembers that you'll be included. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "How much have we accomplished? We could probably restart and rush through it up to this point." | |||
| cyberskunk asks, "surely we're not stuck?" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "I'm not sure." | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "want to stop for now? its late and i think everyone is a little tired" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Ok." | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "great writing though" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Going to save again, just in case." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | File to save game in > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cf4" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "quit" | ||||
Floyd | In a total of 359 turns, you have achieved a score of 25 points out of Floyd | a possible 100. Floyd | Floyd | Do you really want to quit? (YES or NO) > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "yes" | ||||
Floyd | | ||||
| Floyd asks, "That game over already? It was just getting good. Wanna play another?" | ||||
| *** Second Session *** | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "load parade" | ||||
Floyd | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0. Floyd | Floyd | tadsr - A text-only TADS 2.5.10 Interpreter. Floyd | Copyright (c) 1993, 2006 by Michael J. Roberts. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Cheap goddam bastards. When the city of New York hired you on as Floyd | Assistant to the Chief Engineer, the least they could have done was Floyd | fork out a few hundred bucks for a one-way ticket. And, come to think Floyd | of it, a professional moving service. Instead, here you are -- Floyd | shooting past the Arizona desert in a rented Move-It (tm) van, hauling Floyd | your junk from one coast to the other. Floyd | Floyd | To keep yourself awake, you flip on the radio. Static. Nothing but Floyd | static. You scan the countryside, hoping to find anything out of the Floyd | ordinary. Not a chance. Nothing but sameness; hundreds of dead Floyd | rabbits, thousands of cacti. Your eyes come to settle on a single Floyd | magnificent saguaro, and your head starts to nod. Floyd | Floyd | As your head tilts forward, your eyes come to rest on the gas gauge, Floyd | and a twist of anxiety shoots up your back. The gas gauge flutters Floyd | nervously above empty, and there's not a town in sight. In fact, even Floyd | if you find a place to stop, you're not even sure that you have the Floyd | cash to fill up the van. (Hmmm...didn't you spend your last five bucks Floyd | on tacos 70 miles back?) If you don't stumble across another pitiful Floyd | desert ghost town -- and soon -- you'll be stranded. Floyd | Floyd | For the next few miles, you concoct a desperate plan involving Floyd | energy-saving relaxation techniques and, if necessary, upholstery Floyd | sandwiches. You start to wonder if day-old rabbit meat is safe to eat. Floyd | Then, as your eyes refocus on the road, you realize that there's a Floyd | billboard right smack dab in front of you. Your head twitches to the Floyd | side, and you catch sight of the good news. CHEWTON -- 10 MILES. Floyd | Floyd | As you get closer to town, you note that the speed limit drops to 35. Floyd | Looks like the highway cuts through town. Good. It should be easier Floyd | to find a gas station that way. Then you spot the banner, bright Floyd | purple and as gaudy as loafers at a funeral: WELCOME TO CHEWTON! Floyd | PLEASE STAY FOR OUR 40th ANNUAL ROCK FESTIVAL! Floyd | Floyd | Huh. You wonder which has-beens they talked into playing this cheap Floyd | excuse for civilization. Is Cheap Trick still around? Did Journey Floyd | regroup? Lost in thought, you instinctively step on the gas to sneak Floyd | under a closing railroad guard. In seconds, a crowd of merry-makers Floyd | walls you in. You slam on your brakes and take in the spectacle which Floyd | fills your field of vision: hamburger vendors, screaming kids, and a Floyd | colorful parade that stretches as far as the eye can see. You squint Floyd | to get a better look, and then roll your eyes and chuckle. Floyd | Floyd | After all, you know what they say... Floyd | Floyd | Everybody Loves a Parade Floyd | Release 2.3 Floyd | Floyd | Copyright (c) 1997, 1999 by Cody Sandifer. All rights reserved. Floyd | Developed with TADS, the Text Adventure Development System. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Please type INSTRUCTIONS for a long list of instructions and INFO for Floyd | credits and general release information. Floyd | Floyd | Floyd | Move-It Van Floyd | Aside from a few balled-up taco wrappers, there isn't much to see. Floyd | The dashboard is cracked, the upholstery is soiled, and your seat is Floyd | itchy and uncomfortable. A garden of delights, it ain't. Floyd | Floyd | Set into the dashboard are the usual Move-It(tm) luxuries: a cigarette Floyd | lighter, an ashtray, and a glove compartment. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
Floyd | File to restore game from > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cf2" | ||||
Floyd | Restored. Floyd | Floyd | Paint Shop Floyd | Stacks of paint cans reach to the ceiling of this modern paint shop. Floyd | Your senses are awash in the smell of paint fumes, and -- something Floyd | else. Rodent? Surely not. Beside the counter is a curious, Floyd | mysterious machine. Dare you explore its magic? Dare you? Floyd | If you dare not, the entrance to the minimall is back east. Floyd | The compartment seems to contain a valuable rock (painted orange). Floyd | Behind the counter is a snooty paint salesman passing time before he Floyd | finally leaves this godforsaken earth. A sign, supported by two slim Floyd | chains, dangles above his head. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Goodness. One can buy snooty paint? Technology is so wonderful." | |||
| cyberskunk asks, "so this is the same as the one before except someone who shall remain innocent and nameless hasnt painted the wallet?" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Haha, yes." | ||||
| cyberskunk cant be trusted to work the machine and will not do so | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Paint Shop Floyd | Stacks of paint cans reach to the ceiling of this modern paint shop. Floyd | Your senses are awash in the smell of paint fumes, and -- something Floyd | else. Rodent? Surely not. Beside the counter is a curious, Floyd | mysterious machine. Dare you explore its magic? Dare you? Floyd | If you dare not, the entrance to the minimall is back east. Floyd | The compartment seems to contain a valuable rock (painted orange). Floyd | Behind the counter is a snooty paint salesman passing time before he Floyd | finally leaves this godforsaken earth. A sign, supported by two slim Floyd | chains, dangles above his head. Floyd | Floyd | The paint salesman judges your moral character and finds it severely Floyd | lacking. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "It ought to be safe to read the sign, at least." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open compartment" | ||||
Floyd | Opened. Floyd | Floyd | The salesman makes a face while your back is turned. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "read sign" | ||||
Floyd | ASK US ABOUT OUR SPECIAL! Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take rock" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | The paint salesman drums his fingers against the counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x rock" | ||||
Floyd | It's three inches in diameter and almost perfectly spherical. Due to Floyd | its extreme roundness, Mayor Bono was convinced that aliens had dropped Floyd | it on his lawn. The valuable rock is painted orange. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "There we go." | |||
| DavidW says, "I'm late to this party, but '>ask salesman about special' seems like something to try." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Trust me, we've done all that." | ||||
| DavidW says, "okay." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl asks, "Back to the juggler?" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | Minimall Entrance Floyd | Mall shops lie in many directions: west, east, south, and Floyd | southwest. Through the doors of the minimall entrance, you spot the Floyd | continuing quartz debauchery. Floyd | As a sign of Chewtonian progress, the management has seen fit to Floyd | furnish the minimall entrance with a stand-alone ATM machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Mound of Quartz Floyd | In surveying the westernmost portion of the parade, you are greeted Floyd | by the unwelcome stares of Chewton's upper class. The host of this Floyd | outdoor romp -- a banker, you presume, by his top hat and black tuxedo Floyd | -- sits atop a sparkling pile of quartz in the back seat of a bright Floyd | red convertible. Poor unfortunates flank the party on all sides. Floyd | An abandoned hot dog cart draped in crystal sits off to one side of Floyd | the big to-do. To the west, the road dead-ends into an unlit gas Floyd | station. The entrance to an indoor minimall lies to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The gas station is closed for the festival. Not an attendant in sight. Floyd | Floyd | The banker throws a cracker into the crowd and watches the ensuing Floyd | death-battle. As a result of the pointless bloodletting, he wins a $50 Floyd | bet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Jars of Pebbles Floyd | You have stumbled across the military contribution to the Chewton Floyd | Rock Parade. Soldiers swagger about, officers bark orders, and Floyd | military vehicles putter to and fro. The centerpiece of this portion Floyd | of the parade is a Sherman tank loaded down with jars of tiny pebbles. Floyd | The parade continues to the east and west, while the train continues Floyd | to whistle past Chewton to the south. Floyd | Just to the right of a low-cut hedge is a hamburger vendor at a Floyd | dilapidated refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Tremendous Boulder Floyd | Excited parade-watchers, mouths agape, point to a giant boulder Floyd | sitting astride a specially reinforced float. Clowns, midgets, and Floyd | security guards form a protective ring around the monstrosity. Now Floyd | time for the bad news: the parade isn't moving. Floyd | Your van is stuck in the middle of this geological mess, just north Floyd | of the railroad crossing. The motionless parade continues to the east Floyd | and west. Floyd | A few feet away, a juggler performs amazing feats of dexterity. Floyd | Floyd | > | Ellison says, "I forget, is that mayor a Sonny Bono joke? Bono died the year after this was released. COINCIDENCE?!" | |||
| cyberskunk exclaims, "oh oh!" | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "i want to throw it" | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "he couldnt live with the shame" | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a Susan B. Anthony one-dollar coin, a map, a wallet, a fond Floyd | memory, a pair of corn dogs, a nifty key, and a valuable rock (painted Floyd | orange). The wallet seems to contain an ATM card. Floyd | Floyd | You have zero respectable American dollars. Floyd | Floyd | "Have you ever seen the Floating Iris? Here goes!" The juggler whacks Floyd | a parade-watcher on the back of her head; a glass eye pops out, which Floyd | the juggler integrates into her routine. "What will I think of next?" Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Ha. Go ahead, cyberskunk." | |||
| cyberskunk says, "thank u" | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "throw rock at juggler" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | With a sly grin, you toss the orange rock to the juggler. She begins Floyd | to falter, unable to understand how an extra ball suddenly appeared. Floyd | Floyd | > | Ellison says, "might want to save" | |||
| cyberskunk says, "okay. second" | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Tremendous Boulder Floyd | Excited parade-watchers, mouths agape, point to a giant boulder Floyd | sitting astride a specially reinforced float. Clowns, midgets, and Floyd | security guards form a protective ring around the monstrosity. Now Floyd | time for the bad news: the parade isn't moving. Floyd | Your van is stuck in the middle of this geological mess, just north Floyd | of the railroad crossing. The motionless parade continues to the east Floyd | and west. Floyd | A few feet away, a juggler performs amazing feats of dexterity. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a Susan B. Anthony one-dollar coin, a map, a wallet, a fond Floyd | memory, a pair of corn dogs, a nifty key, and a valuable rock (painted Floyd | orange). The wallet seems to contain an ATM card. Floyd | Floyd | You have zero respectable American dollars. Floyd | Floyd | Without missing a beat, the juggler rolls each ball down the length of Floyd | her arms. "Damn, I'm good!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | File to save game in > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "nothingbeatsrock.sav" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "that should probably be cf<n>, but i forget our number." | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "throw rock at juggler" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | With a sly grin, you toss the orange rock to the juggler. She begins Floyd | to falter, unable to understand how an extra ball suddenly appeared. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "steal hat" | ||||
Floyd | How do you propose to do that? Floyd | Floyd | The juggler continues to concentrate, well on her way to integrating Floyd | the stray "ball" into her routine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "get money" | ||||
Floyd | While the juggler is distracted, you snatch the money from the hat. Floyd | "Nice work, stranger." Floyd | Floyd | [Your score just went up 15 points] Floyd | Floyd | At last, the juggler regains her composure. A warm round of applause Floyd | greets her amazing feat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "get hat" | ||||
Floyd | "You've already solved the puzzle, moron. Move it or lose it." Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "yay" | |||
| cyberskunk says, "i" | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a Susan B. Anthony one-dollar coin, a map, a wallet, a fond Floyd | memory, a pair of corn dogs, a nifty key, and a wad of *respectable* Floyd | American cash. The wallet seems to contain an ATM card. Floyd | Floyd | The wad of cash comes to a total of 2 dollars. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| canadianpuzzler arrives, full of fun and funk. | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x cash" | ||||
Floyd | It's a bunch of cold hard cash. Not enough for a house, but possibly Floyd | enough for one or two important things. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler lifts her feet from the ground and cleverly juggles both Floyd | herself and the dancing balls. "Gravity means nothing to me, folks! Floyd | Keep the money coming!" Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "This game is wonderful." | |||
| Johnny arrives, full of funk, but no fun. | genericgeekgirl says, "I love all the little responses to things like that." | |||
| Johnny says, "Hi PerrySimm" | ||||
| Ellison says, "yeah, I think it is an under-appreciated game" | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "the writing is wonderful" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl asks, "All right. What can we buy with $2? A burger, I guess. But to what end?" | ||||
| Ellison asks, "was the mechanic hungry? are there any animals?" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "So, if we can't take the hat, then I think we still need the jar of pebbles, if we can figure out how to get it. (To carry sawdust.)" | ||||
| Johnny says (to ggg), "The mouth end." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "The mechanic doesn't eat 'junk food'. I think he wants that apple. But we need to get it from the old guy without him leering at us." | ||||
| DavidW says, "If the burger is part of a kids' meal, maybe it comes with a free toy." | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "and the old guy needs gin" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Haha. That would be awesome." | ||||
| cyberskunk asks, "maybe we have enough for gin?" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl asks, "Gin was $8?" | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "yes" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl asks, "Can we buy the smock for $2?" | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "oh thats a good idea" | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "we can then sell the corndogs for many money" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl asks, "Back to the mall?" | ||||
| Ellison says, "sure" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Jars of Pebbles Floyd | You have stumbled across the military contribution to the Chewton Floyd | Rock Parade. Soldiers swagger about, officers bark orders, and Floyd | military vehicles putter to and fro. The centerpiece of this portion Floyd | of the parade is a Sherman tank loaded down with jars of tiny pebbles. Floyd | The parade continues to the east and west, while the train continues Floyd | to whistle past Chewton to the south. Floyd | Just to the right of a low-cut hedge is a hamburger vendor at a Floyd | dilapidated refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Mound of Quartz Floyd | In surveying the westernmost portion of the parade, you are greeted Floyd | by the unwelcome stares of Chewton's upper class. The host of this Floyd | outdoor romp -- a banker, you presume, by his top hat and black tuxedo Floyd | -- sits atop a sparkling pile of quartz in the back seat of a bright Floyd | red convertible. Poor unfortunates flank the party on all sides. Floyd | An abandoned hot dog cart draped in crystal sits off to one side of Floyd | the big to-do. To the west, the road dead-ends into an unlit gas Floyd | station. The entrance to an indoor minimall lies to the south. Floyd | Floyd | You count the number of toupees in the upscale crowd and lose track Floyd | somewhere around 40. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Minimall Entrance Floyd | Mall shops lie in many directions: west, east, south, and Floyd | southwest. Through the doors of the minimall entrance, you spot the Floyd | continuing quartz debauchery. Floyd | As a sign of Chewtonian progress, the management has seen fit to Floyd | furnish the minimall entrance with a stand-alone ATM machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Rock Museum Floyd | This museum was dedicated in 1957 for one purpose: the preservation Floyd | of rock history in Chewton, Arizona. Exhibits are sprinkled liberally Floyd | about the room, although a glass display case and bulletin board are Floyd | the only artifacts to really catch your eye. Should you choose to Floyd | leave this house of treasures, the entrance to the minimall lies to the Floyd | west. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Minimall Entrance Floyd | Mall shops lie in many directions: west, east, south, and Floyd | southwest. Through the doors of the minimall entrance, you spot the Floyd | continuing quartz debauchery. Floyd | As a sign of Chewtonian progress, the management has seen fit to Floyd | furnish the minimall entrance with a stand-alone ATM machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Uniform Shop Floyd | A slight breeze rustles the polyester uniforms, almost as if the Floyd | ghost of another age were vying for your attention. A beaded curtain Floyd | marks the passage of the wind; in its wake, a cash register and bargain Floyd | rack loom ominously. Back to the north is the entrance to the Floyd | minimall. Floyd | A tailor flits about the store, busy filling orders for the Chewton Floyd | rock festival. Floyd | Floyd | As the tailor mends a button-up shirt, he mumbles something about the Floyd | lapels being far too small. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Ellison says (to Floyd), "x bargain rack" | ||||
Floyd | On the ominously looming bargain rack is a greasy second-hand smock. Floyd | Looks like someone wanted to look their parade-best by trading this old Floyd | rag for a shiny new uniform. Floyd | Floyd | Momentarily, you feel a funky vibe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Ellison says (to Floyd), "x smock" | ||||
Floyd | It's one or two sizes too big. The price tag says "Fifteen dollars -- Floyd | cheap!" The logo on the smock is a smiling hot dog. Floyd | Floyd | The tailor measures his own shirt sleeves. "Well, I do declare. My Floyd | arms are shrinking again!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Ellison says (to Floyd), "search smock" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | The tailor measures his own shirt sleeves. "Well, I do declare. My Floyd | arms are shrinking again!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Ellison says (to Floyd), "dance" | ||||
Floyd | Hesitantly, you tap your left foot against the floor. Your hips begin Floyd | to sway, first to the left (oooooh) and to the right (aaaaaah). Once Floyd | your hips find the groove, the spirit of the disco ball awakens Floyd | sleepily from its pained slumber. Its reflected rays seep into your Floyd | willing body and urge you onward. You respond, matching hip thrust to Floyd | downbeat and finger point to bass bump. Like a funky human sacrifice, Floyd | you body offers twists, turns, and splits to the overpowering will of Floyd | the gleaming orb. Eventually, the appetite of the ball is sated; you Floyd | collapse, sweaty but satisfied. Floyd | Floyd | An officer, indian, construction worker, and sailor pay a brief visit. Floyd | They bow respectfully and leave without saying a word. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Y-M-C-A" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Haha." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "$15! Darn." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take smock" | ||||
Floyd | You start to pull the smock off the rack, but your bourgeoisie values Floyd | get the better of you. You leave the smock for an honest paying Floyd | customer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "count money" | ||||
Floyd | Not with the register closed you don't. Floyd | Floyd | Momentarily, you feel a funky vibe. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "Can $2 buy us any sort of alcohol?" | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "open register" | ||||
Floyd | Your conscience won't let you complete the dastardly deed. Floyd | Floyd | The tailor hits the hydraulic button on his shoes and bounces up and Floyd | down for over a minute and a half. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "reach nietzsche" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "reach". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "read nietzsche" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "nietzsche". Floyd | Floyd | > | canadianpuzzler asks, "I was logged in but absent from the last session, and I wanted to throw the big round rock at the jar of pebbles. has that been done?" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "lose values" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "lose". Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "so much for beating morality" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Oh, no. We threw the rock at the juggler. Might be able to get it back." | ||||
| canadianpuzzler says, "I seemed to remember at the time something about the initial description of the jar that pointed in that direction." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Mhm, ok. Let's check if it's something we can take (or we could restore, if you really want to try it; we haven't done much)." | ||||
| cyberskunk asks, "save and try 'buy smock'?" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | File to save game in > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cf3" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "buy smock" | ||||
Floyd | (from the tailor) Floyd | As you pipe up, the tailor jams a Disco Duck tape into an eight-track Floyd | player and shakes his booty. The loud bass beats prevent your voice Floyd | from ever reaching his ears. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Perhaps the juggler drops the rock after a while. Or something else can be thrown." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "punch tailor" | ||||
Floyd | Why would you want to throw a punch at the tailor? Floyd | Floyd | > | canadianpuzzler says, "o/ Disco, disco duck o/" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "open register" | ||||
Floyd | Your conscience won't let you complete the dastardly deed. Floyd | Floyd | Momentarily, you feel a funky vibe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | Momentarily, you feel a funky vibe. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | The tailor places a pair of thin-legged jeans on the Floyd | Bell-Bottom-O-Matic (tm). The machine clinks and clanks and churns out Floyd | a pair of hip slacks. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | Minimall Entrance Floyd | Mall shops lie in many directions: west, east, south, and Floyd | southwest. Through the doors of the minimall entrance, you spot the Floyd | continuing quartz debauchery. Floyd | As a sign of Chewtonian progress, the management has seen fit to Floyd | furnish the minimall entrance with a stand-alone ATM machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "heading back to the juggler" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Mound of Quartz Floyd | In surveying the westernmost portion of the parade, you are greeted Floyd | by the unwelcome stares of Chewton's upper class. The host of this Floyd | outdoor romp -- a banker, you presume, by his top hat and black tuxedo Floyd | -- sits atop a sparkling pile of quartz in the back seat of a bright Floyd | red convertible. Poor unfortunates flank the party on all sides. Floyd | An abandoned hot dog cart draped in crystal sits off to one side of Floyd | the big to-do. To the west, the road dead-ends into an unlit gas Floyd | station. The entrance to an indoor minimall lies to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Jars of Pebbles Floyd | You have stumbled across the military contribution to the Chewton Floyd | Rock Parade. Soldiers swagger about, officers bark orders, and Floyd | military vehicles putter to and fro. The centerpiece of this portion Floyd | of the parade is a Sherman tank loaded down with jars of tiny pebbles. Floyd | The parade continues to the east and west, while the train continues Floyd | to whistle past Chewton to the south. Floyd | Just to the right of a low-cut hedge is a hamburger vendor at a Floyd | dilapidated refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Tremendous Boulder Floyd | Excited parade-watchers, mouths agape, point to a giant boulder Floyd | sitting astride a specially reinforced float. Clowns, midgets, and Floyd | security guards form a protective ring around the monstrosity. Now Floyd | time for the bad news: the parade isn't moving. Floyd | Your van is stuck in the middle of this geological mess, just north Floyd | of the railroad crossing. The motionless parade continues to the east Floyd | and west. Floyd | A few feet away, a juggler performs amazing feats of dexterity. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Tremendous Boulder Floyd | Excited parade-watchers, mouths agape, point to a giant boulder Floyd | sitting astride a specially reinforced float. Clowns, midgets, and Floyd | security guards form a protective ring around the monstrosity. Now Floyd | time for the bad news: the parade isn't moving. Floyd | Your van is stuck in the middle of this geological mess, just north Floyd | of the railroad crossing. The motionless parade continues to the east Floyd | and west. Floyd | A few feet away, a juggler performs amazing feats of dexterity. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler sets the balls afire and releases them into the air. Floyd | Surprisingly, the balls juggle themselves without any apparent means of Floyd | support. "Look, folks! It's an illeeeewzhun!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take rock" | ||||
Floyd | The rock now belongs to the juggler. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Ellison says (to Floyd), "ask juggler for rock" | ||||
Floyd | She's far too busy to be interested in your silly conversation. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler sets the balls afire and releases them into the air. Floyd | Surprisingly, the balls juggle themselves without any apparent means of Floyd | support. "Look, folks! It's an illeeeewzhun!" Floyd | Floyd | > | Ellison says, "we could try throwing other things at the jar. otherwise, we can just restore." | |||
| canadianpuzzler says, "Ah, yes, this game is back from when IF could be cruel. But enough about the musical career of Rick Dees." | ||||
| Ellison says, "I take it we don't have a driver" | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "weve accomplished nothing since throwing it. i say restore 'nothingbeatsrock.sav'" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Do we want to try it? I want to see about getting drunk and lowering our inhibitions. Ok." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
Floyd | File to restore game from > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "nothingbeatsrock.sav" | ||||
Floyd | Restored. Floyd | Floyd | Tremendous Boulder Floyd | Excited parade-watchers, mouths agape, point to a giant boulder Floyd | sitting astride a specially reinforced float. Clowns, midgets, and Floyd | security guards form a protective ring around the monstrosity. Now Floyd | time for the bad news: the parade isn't moving. Floyd | Your van is stuck in the middle of this geological mess, just north Floyd | of the railroad crossing. The motionless parade continues to the east Floyd | and west. Floyd | A few feet away, a juggler performs amazing feats of dexterity. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Jars of Pebbles Floyd | You have stumbled across the military contribution to the Chewton Floyd | Rock Parade. Soldiers swagger about, officers bark orders, and Floyd | military vehicles putter to and fro. The centerpiece of this portion Floyd | of the parade is a Sherman tank loaded down with jars of tiny pebbles. Floyd | The parade continues to the east and west, while the train continues Floyd | to whistle past Chewton to the south. Floyd | Just to the right of a low-cut hedge is a hamburger vendor at a Floyd | dilapidated refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | The three flies lose interest and buzz away to greener pastures. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk asks, "okay. go ahead and throw?" | |||
| Ellison says, "sure" | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "throw rock at jars" | ||||
Floyd | The turret swings around and blows the valuable rock from the sky. A Floyd | soldier points in your direction. "There's the one who would defile Floyd | the creator! Kill! Kill!" Ten grenades land at your feet. Floyd | Paralyzed, you wait for instant death. Shortly, it comes. Floyd | Floyd | Heaven Floyd | A swirling dance of angelic choruses rises above the smothering Floyd | beauty of spry cherubim, majestic castles, and puffy clouds. Floyd | God is here, acting omniscient. Floyd | Floyd | Two angels float past, arguing about scripture. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "okay. so no different. undoing." | |||
| canadianpuzzler says, "*hangs head*" | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Jars of Pebbles Floyd | You have stumbled across the military contribution to the Chewton Floyd | Rock Parade. Soldiers swagger about, officers bark orders, and Floyd | military vehicles putter to and fro. The centerpiece of this portion Floyd | of the parade is a Sherman tank loaded down with jars of tiny pebbles. Floyd | The parade continues to the east and west, while the train continues Floyd | to whistle past Chewton to the south. Floyd | Just to the right of a low-cut hedge is a hamburger vendor at a Floyd | dilapidated refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Tremendous Boulder Floyd | Excited parade-watchers, mouths agape, point to a giant boulder Floyd | sitting astride a specially reinforced float. Clowns, midgets, and Floyd | security guards form a protective ring around the monstrosity. Now Floyd | time for the bad news: the parade isn't moving. Floyd | Your van is stuck in the middle of this geological mess, just north Floyd | of the railroad crossing. The motionless parade continues to the east Floyd | and west. Floyd | A few feet away, a juggler performs amazing feats of dexterity. Floyd | Floyd | "Doesn't someone want to grab the money out of the hat? What could be Floyd | easier?" Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "grabbing hat and then money" | |||
| cyberskunk says, "i expect the first to fail" | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "actually..." | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "throw rock at juggler" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | With a sly grin, you toss the orange rock to the juggler. She begins Floyd | to falter, unable to understand how an extra ball suddenly appeared. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "get money" | ||||
Floyd | While the juggler is distracted, you snatch the money from the hat. Floyd | "Nice work, stranger." Floyd | Floyd | [Your score just went up 15 points] Floyd | Floyd | The juggler continues to concentrate, well on her way to integrating Floyd | the stray "ball" into her routine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "get rock" | ||||
Floyd | The rock now belongs to the juggler. Floyd | Floyd | At last, the juggler regains her composure. A warm round of applause Floyd | greets her amazing feat. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "curses" | |||
| Limax asks (of cyberskunk), "You don't love a parade?" | ||||
| cyberskunk asks, "ok. whats next? bar?" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Aw. Yes, please." | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "this parade doesnt have candy" | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "except rock candy" | ||||
| DavidW says, "Not even *rock... tmg!" | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "and its exactly what it says on the tin" | ||||
| Ellison says, "heh" | ||||
| Limax says, "We got marked down in our parade for throwing candy" | ||||
| cyberskunk drives vroom vroom | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Gravel Float Floyd | So, this is where the trouble started. A crowd huddles around the Floyd | open hood of an old pickup, the back of which is filled to the brim Floyd | with gravel. Floyd | The parade continues west. A short jaunt south takes you into a Floyd | pub, while a stroll east brings you to a repair shop. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Pub Floyd | As far as pubs go, this is the bottom of the line. Under normal Floyd | conditions, this watering hole is chock full of customers in dire need Floyd | of drowning their lower- to upper- middle class sorrows. At the Floyd | moment, the place is nearly empty; most of the regulars are out in the Floyd | summer air, enjoying the uplifting parade festivities. Floyd | You see only the bare necessities: booze, bar stools, and a pool Floyd | table. The floor is covered in sawdust to allow for infrequent Floyd | cleanings. Floyd | You see a wedged apple here. Floyd | Behind the bar, a bartender waits patiently for the next customer. Floyd | An old man sits on a stool beside the bar. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "The people in the stands liked it" | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "buy gin" | ||||
Floyd | (from the bartender) Floyd | "Sorry, but you don't have enough money. Gin costs eight respectable Floyd | dollars." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a Susan B. Anthony one-dollar coin, a map, a wallet, a fond Floyd | memory, a pair of corn dogs, a nifty key, and a wad of *respectable* Floyd | American cash. The wallet seems to contain an ATM card. Floyd | Floyd | The wad of cash comes to a total of 2 dollars. Floyd | Floyd | "Woe is me! If I only had some rotgut to tickle my empty stomach." Floyd | The old man offers you his most pitiful expression. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x wallet" | ||||
Floyd | It's an old velcro wallet that you never replaced. Floyd | The wallet seems to contain an ATM card. Floyd | Floyd | The bartender steps around the counter and sweeps up the broken glass Floyd | from last night's drunken brawl. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "put money in wallet" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any money here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "count cash" | ||||
Floyd | You have 2 respectable dollars. Floyd | Floyd | "Geez," says the old man with a wink and a nudge, "if I only had a Floyd | bottle of gin to quell my restless spirit." Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk asks, "okay. we can buy food? what was the sawdust for again?" | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x gin" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any gin here. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Not that I remember, but sawdust (in general) might be used as grit for walking along an icy surface." | |||
| cyberskunk says, "oh! the puddle" | ||||
| cyberskunk asks, "maybe we can trade the laundry for the smock?" | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "to steal the greasy smock no one wants would be wrong. but to steal someone's clothing to trade for it is to engage in honest capitalism" | ||||
| Ellison says, "also, I think >SEARCH is pretty important in this game, so keep that in mind as you explore rooms" | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Pub Floyd | As far as pubs go, this is the bottom of the line. Under normal Floyd | conditions, this watering hole is chock full of customers in dire need Floyd | of drowning their lower- to upper- middle class sorrows. At the Floyd | moment, the place is nearly empty; most of the regulars are out in the Floyd | summer air, enjoying the uplifting parade festivities. Floyd | You see only the bare necessities: booze, bar stools, and a pool Floyd | table. The floor is covered in sawdust to allow for infrequent Floyd | cleanings. Floyd | You see a wedged apple here. Floyd | Behind the bar, a bartender waits patiently for the next customer. Floyd | An old man sits on a stool beside the bar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "search table" | ||||
Floyd | The felt is marred by years of shooting, although the playing surface Floyd | appears to be level. Floyd | Floyd | The old man looks you over and cackles. "Looky thar -- a tooorist!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "search sawdust" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | The bartender opens a bottle of booze to let it breathe. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says (to Ellison), "Also LOOK UNDER and LOOK BEHIND, iirc." | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "look under table" | ||||
Floyd | There's nothing under the pool table. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "look behind bar" | ||||
Floyd | You see the bartender's feet. Floyd | Floyd | The old man scratches himself and spits in a spittoon. Floyd | Floyd | > | Ellison says (to DavidW), "really? man, those are the worst" | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x feet" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "feet". Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says (to Ellison), "I recall you saying that this is old school" | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "look under bar" | ||||
Floyd | There's nothing under the bar. Floyd | Floyd | The old man scratches himself and spits in a spittoon. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Gravel Float Floyd | So, this is where the trouble started. A crowd huddles around the Floyd | open hood of an old pickup, the back of which is filled to the brim Floyd | with gravel. Floyd | The parade continues west. A short jaunt south takes you into a Floyd | pub, while a stroll east brings you to a repair shop. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Garage Floyd | Like any garage, the floor is covered in greasy rags, spare parts, Floyd | and one or two half-repaired vehicles. The most recent victim is an Floyd | Oldsmobile, which is jacked up and in mid-repair. On first impression, Floyd | the garage appears to be deserted -- the garage is quiet, and a stout Floyd | metal desk lies unmanned in one corner. However, on further Floyd | inspection, you notice a pair of legs sticking out from beneath the Floyd | Olds. Floyd | Should you desire to revisit your pickup buddies, west is the Floyd | direction of choice. Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says, "LOOK UNDER BEHIND" | |||
| DavidW says, "You found Chad!" | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "baby got back button" | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Gravel Float Floyd | So, this is where the trouble started. A crowd huddles around the Floyd | open hood of an old pickup, the back of which is filled to the brim Floyd | with gravel. Floyd | The parade continues west. A short jaunt south takes you into a Floyd | pub, while a stroll east brings you to a repair shop. Floyd | Floyd | "John, why don't you disconnect the spark plugs from the gas line and Floyd | we'll turn this baby over once and for all." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "look under hood" | ||||
Floyd | Let's not go through that embarrassing business again. Floyd | Floyd | "John, why don't you disconnect the spark plugs from the gas line and Floyd | we'll turn this baby over once and for all." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Tremendous Boulder Floyd | Excited parade-watchers, mouths agape, point to a giant boulder Floyd | sitting astride a specially reinforced float. Clowns, midgets, and Floyd | security guards form a protective ring around the monstrosity. Now Floyd | time for the bad news: the parade isn't moving. Floyd | Your van is stuck in the middle of this geological mess, just north Floyd | of the railroad crossing. The motionless parade continues to the east Floyd | and west. Floyd | A few feet away, a juggler performs amazing feats of dexterity. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler flops to the ground and maintains the balls' unbroken Floyd | circle with only her well-trained stomach muscles. "Yowzah! Somebody Floyd | get me a doctor before I hurt somebody!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x hat" | ||||
Floyd | It's a bowler. There's nothing left in the hat. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Jars of Pebbles Floyd | You have stumbled across the military contribution to the Chewton Floyd | Rock Parade. Soldiers swagger about, officers bark orders, and Floyd | military vehicles putter to and fro. The centerpiece of this portion Floyd | of the parade is a Sherman tank loaded down with jars of tiny pebbles. Floyd | The parade continues to the east and west, while the train continues Floyd | to whistle past Chewton to the south. Floyd | Just to the right of a low-cut hedge is a hamburger vendor at a Floyd | dilapidated refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | "Sodas, licorice, and burgers! Get 'em while they're fresh!" Floyd | Floyd | > | Limax says (to DavidW), "Ha ha" | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x vendor" | ||||
Floyd | He's covered in a layer of sweat. Won't you please buy one of his Floyd | lovely treats? Floyd | Floyd | "Attention. Attention. Square dancing is no longer permitted within Floyd | ranks." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "ask about treats" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to ask? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x menu" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "menu". Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "buy alcohol" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Oh, we moved" | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "we couldnt afford the gin" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Sorry. A bit distracted." | ||||
| Limax says, "LOOK UNDER BUY ALCOHOL" | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "no worries" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask vendor about burger" | ||||
Floyd | "Two all-beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles -- all Floyd | on a sesame seed bun." His beady eyes squint down at you from beneath Floyd | his stained cap. "Say, you're not from McDonalds, are you?" Floyd | Floyd | "Won't someone please sample my wares?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x stand" | ||||
Floyd | It's one of those little refreshment booths. There's a sign on the Floyd | booth. Floyd | Floyd | A shot zings by your left ear. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x sign" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Hamburger $2.00 Floyd | Ice-cold soda $1.00 Floyd | Licorice $1.00 Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x hamburger" | ||||
Floyd | Which hamburger do you mean, the vendor, or the refreshment stand? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Ellison says (to Floyd), "ask vendor about sample" | ||||
Floyd | I don't understand that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Ellison says (to Floyd), "x hedge" | ||||
Floyd | The tourists have been using it for a garbage can; the dense bush is Floyd | filled with assorted trash. Floyd | Floyd | Three flies swoop in and buzz lazily about the refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x tash" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "tash". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "o trash" | ||||
Floyd | Nothing more than the worthless by-products of human existence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search trash" | ||||
Floyd | You find a wrinkled paper bag, which you take. Floyd | Floyd | "Won't someone please sample my wares?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "search trash" | ||||
Floyd | There's nothing else worth taking. Floyd | Floyd | "Sodas, licorice, and burgers! Get 'em while they're fresh!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x bag" | ||||
Floyd | Someone's gotten a lot of use out of the grocery-sized bag. The Floyd | wrinkled paper bag is closed. Floyd | Floyd | A soldier mistakes you for a colonel, so you order him to do forty Floyd | push-ups and bake a lasagna. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open bag" | ||||
Floyd | Opening the wrinkled paper bag reveals a small flask. Floyd | Floyd | The vendor impresses himself with his well-honed change-making Floyd | abilities. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x flask" | ||||
Floyd | A small whiskey flask. It's full. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Tash nice" | |||
| Ellison says, "heh" | ||||
| cyberskunk asks, "lets try to give this to the old man?" | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x flask" | ||||
Floyd | A small whiskey flask. It's full. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "Sounds like a plan." | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Tremendous Boulder Floyd | Excited parade-watchers, mouths agape, point to a giant boulder Floyd | sitting astride a specially reinforced float. Clowns, midgets, and Floyd | security guards form a protective ring around the monstrosity. Now Floyd | time for the bad news: the parade isn't moving. Floyd | Your van is stuck in the middle of this geological mess, just north Floyd | of the railroad crossing. The motionless parade continues to the east Floyd | and west. Floyd | A few feet away, a juggler performs amazing feats of dexterity. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler snatches a pair of twins from a nearby stroller and spins Floyd | one on her head while she includes the other in the famed "Circle of Floyd | Death." Delighted, the parents applaud. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Gravel Float Floyd | So, this is where the trouble started. A crowd huddles around the Floyd | open hood of an old pickup, the back of which is filled to the brim Floyd | with gravel. Floyd | The parade continues west. A short jaunt south takes you into a Floyd | pub, while a stroll east brings you to a repair shop. Floyd | Floyd | "Jimmy, blow into the left rear tire. It's running a little low." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Pub Floyd | As far as pubs go, this is the bottom of the line. Under normal Floyd | conditions, this watering hole is chock full of customers in dire need Floyd | of drowning their lower- to upper- middle class sorrows. At the Floyd | moment, the place is nearly empty; most of the regulars are out in the Floyd | summer air, enjoying the uplifting parade festivities. Floyd | You see only the bare necessities: booze, bar stools, and a pool Floyd | table. The floor is covered in sawdust to allow for infrequent Floyd | cleanings. Floyd | You see a wedged apple here. Floyd | Behind the bar, a bartender waits patiently for the next customer. Floyd | An old man sits on a stool beside the bar. Floyd | Floyd | The old man makes a grumpy face. "I sure wish that third biker hadn't Floyd | given me a hug when he left." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "give flask to old man" | ||||
Floyd | "Don't touch the stuff. I only drink gin." Floyd | Floyd | The bartender washes out a shot glass, gives it a spit shine, and puts Floyd | it back on the shelf. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "The sot is particular." | |||
| genericgeekgirl asks, "Sorry. Can someone bring me up to speed?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "We found a flask of whiskey in a bag in a bush o' trash." | ||||
| DavidW asks, "hm. Sell the whiskey to the bartender?" | ||||
| canadianpuzzler says, "the other obvious (?) option for the whiskey is to drink it ourself." | ||||
| cyberskunk asks, "in order to not be inhibited?" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "oh, is there something where inhibitions prevent us from doing stuff?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "So, maybe it's liquid courage." | ||||
| canadianpuzzler says, "getting the apple (because we-as-protagonist feel skeezy about showing the dirty old man our cleavage)." | ||||
| Limax coughs | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "I wanted to get drunk so we can steal things." | ||||
| DavidW says, "Well, you can try that now." | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "saving cf4" | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | File to save game in > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "cf4" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "let the debauchery commence. im not driving at the moment" | |||
| Limax says, "Neither am I" | ||||
| Limax asks, "Is it illegal to drive and MUD at the same time?" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "drink flask" | ||||
Floyd | You take a swig, after which you lapse into a three minute coughing Floyd | fit. There's no way you're going to drink this stuff straight. Floyd | Floyd | "Geez," says the old man with a wink and a nudge, "if I only had a Floyd | bottle of gin to quell my restless spirit." Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "Buy soda?" | |||
| Ellison says, "oh yeah" | ||||
| Limax asks, "Whiskey and soda?" | ||||
| Limax says, "Sounds positivily vil" | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "that would be one dollar" | ||||
| Limax says, "All I have is one fin" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Sure, but we can get the money back by stealing the smock (and maybe money in the cash register?) and selling the corn dogs." | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "inhibations and ethics are different but its a good idea" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl asks, "Off to the hamburger stand?" | ||||
| canadianpuzzler asks, "We're turning into the Hamburglar, are we?" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | Gravel Float Floyd | So, this is where the trouble started. A crowd huddles around the Floyd | open hood of an old pickup, the back of which is filled to the brim Floyd | with gravel. Floyd | The parade continues west. A short jaunt south takes you into a Floyd | pub, while a stroll east brings you to a repair shop. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Tremendous Boulder Floyd | Excited parade-watchers, mouths agape, point to a giant boulder Floyd | sitting astride a specially reinforced float. Clowns, midgets, and Floyd | security guards form a protective ring around the monstrosity. Now Floyd | time for the bad news: the parade isn't moving. Floyd | Your van is stuck in the middle of this geological mess, just north Floyd | of the railroad crossing. The motionless parade continues to the east Floyd | and west. Floyd | A few feet away, a juggler performs amazing feats of dexterity. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler spins into a cartwheel, somehow managing to keep each of Floyd | the balls in the air. "I call this one the RoundyRound!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Jars of Pebbles Floyd | You have stumbled across the military contribution to the Chewton Floyd | Rock Parade. Soldiers swagger about, officers bark orders, and Floyd | military vehicles putter to and fro. The centerpiece of this portion Floyd | of the parade is a Sherman tank loaded down with jars of tiny pebbles. Floyd | The parade continues to the east and west, while the train continues Floyd | to whistle past Chewton to the south. Floyd | Just to the right of a low-cut hedge is a hamburger vendor at a Floyd | dilapidated refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | "Attention. Attention. All soldiers must now march in unison." The Floyd | soldiers form a single-file line, only to scatter immediately when Floyd | nobody can find 'unison' in the dictionary. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Buying a soda." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "buy soda" | ||||
Floyd | (from the vendor) Floyd | With a look of glee, the vendor accepts your respectable dollar. He Floyd | pulls a can of lemon fizzie from behind the stand and gently places it Floyd | in your eager hands. Floyd | Floyd | "Attention. Attention. Square dancing is no longer permitted within Floyd | ranks." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "pour soda into flask" | ||||
Floyd | As you pour the fizzie into the full bottle of whiskey, it overflows Floyd | onto your well-manicured hand. Startled, you drop the flask of whiskey Floyd | and spill its contents all over the ground. Floyd | Floyd | "Sodas, licorice, and burgers! Get 'em while they're fresh!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Jars of Pebbles Floyd | You have stumbled across the military contribution to the Chewton Floyd | Rock Parade. Soldiers swagger about, officers bark orders, and Floyd | military vehicles putter to and fro. The centerpiece of this portion Floyd | of the parade is a Sherman tank loaded down with jars of tiny pebbles. Floyd | The parade continues to the east and west, while the train continues Floyd | to whistle past Chewton to the south. Floyd | Just to the right of a low-cut hedge is a hamburger vendor at a Floyd | dilapidated refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "pour flask into soda" | ||||
Floyd | As you pour the whiskey into the full can of fizzie, it overflows onto Floyd | your well-manicured hand. Startled, you drop the can of fizzie and Floyd | spill its contents all over the ground. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Jars of Pebbles Floyd | You have stumbled across the military contribution to the Chewton Floyd | Rock Parade. Soldiers swagger about, officers bark orders, and Floyd | military vehicles putter to and fro. The centerpiece of this portion Floyd | of the parade is a Sherman tank loaded down with jars of tiny pebbles. Floyd | The parade continues to the east and west, while the train continues Floyd | to whistle past Chewton to the south. Floyd | Just to the right of a low-cut hedge is a hamburger vendor at a Floyd | dilapidated refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "drink flask" | ||||
Floyd | You take a swig, after which you lapse into a three minute coughing Floyd | fit. There's no way you're going to drink this stuff straight. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "Now what?" | |||
| DavidW asks, "Can you drink _some_ of the soda, then pour whiskey into it?" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Oh. SUre, let's try that." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "drink soda" | ||||
Floyd | You drink a gulp of lemon fizzie, leaving about half a can left. Floyd | Floyd | "Attention. Attention. All soldiers must now march in unison." The Floyd | soldiers form a single-file line, only to scatter immediately when Floyd | nobody can find 'unison' in the dictionary. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "pour flask into soda" | ||||
Floyd | You pour the whiskey into the half-empty can, creating the first-ever Floyd | "Whiskey 'n fizzie". It sure looks tasty! Floyd | Floyd | [Your score just went up 10 points] Floyd | Floyd | The commanding officer becomes confused when he realizes that he can Floyd | neither ask nor tell his subordinates about the government's new policy Floyd | on sexuality. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Thank you." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "drink soda" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | The vendor narrowly avoids a scuffle when he refuses to reveal the Floyd | secret ingredient in his special sauce. Floyd | Floyd | You lightly swish the whiskey n' fizzie between your cheek and gums. Floyd | Inspired by its magnificent bouquet and full fizzie body, you pour the Floyd | rest of the cocktail down your gullet. Your eyes begin to unfocus, and Floyd | your brain enters the familiar fuzzy stage of pre-drunkenness. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Gerynar says "bloop" and shrinks down into a little dot, then winks out...just like those old-fashioned B&w televisions. | ||||
| Gerynar has disconnected. | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask officer about sexuality" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "sexuality". Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "Ha. Let's go steal the smock?" | |||
| DavidW says, "Dunno how long the drunkenness lasts." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl asks, "Hm. Well, I guess we'll see. We're 'pre-drunk' now, so it should take a few moves to kick in, no?" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Mound of Quartz Floyd | In surveying the westernmost portion of the parade, you are greeted Floyd | by the unwelcome stares of Chewton's upper class. The host of this Floyd | outdoor romp -- a banker, you presume, by his top hat and black tuxedo Floyd | -- sits atop a sparkling pile of quartz in the back seat of a bright Floyd | red convertible. Poor unfortunates flank the party on all sides. Floyd | An abandoned hot dog cart draped in crystal sits off to one side of Floyd | the big to-do. To the west, the road dead-ends into an unlit gas Floyd | station. The entrance to an indoor minimall lies to the south. Floyd | Floyd | The banker throws a cracker into the crowd and watches the ensuing Floyd | death-battle. As a result of the pointless bloodletting, he wins a $50 Floyd | bet. Floyd | Floyd | As the alcohol kicks in, your brain becomes weighted down with a Floyd | taffy-like substance. Your leaden head lists to the side as your eyes Floyd | narrow into shifty slits. You feel capable of slightly immoral acts. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Minimall Entrance Floyd | Mall shops lie in many directions: west, east, south, and Floyd | southwest. Through the doors of the minimall entrance, you spot the Floyd | continuing quartz debauchery. Floyd | As a sign of Chewtonian progress, the management has seen fit to Floyd | furnish the minimall entrance with a stand-alone ATM machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Uniform Shop Floyd | A slight breeze rustles the polyester uniforms, almost as if the Floyd | ghost of another age were vying for your attention. A beaded curtain Floyd | marks the passage of the wind; in its wake, a cash register and bargain Floyd | rack loom ominously. Back to the north is the entrance to the Floyd | minimall. Floyd | A tailor flits about the store, busy filling orders for the Chewton Floyd | rock festival. Floyd | Floyd | The tailor pulls a remote unit out of his pocket and flips a glittery Floyd | switch. A disco ball lowers itself from the ceiling. The tailor Floyd | demonstrates a few choice disco moves, then wistfully returns the ball Floyd | to its original position. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "steal smock" | ||||
Floyd | You stumble across the shop and smack into the bargain rack, rattling Floyd | the hangers like a batch of tinny wind chimes. The tailor, wrapped up Floyd | in his funky work, ignores you as you grab the smock. Mentally Floyd | surveying your past life, you wonder if the stolen smock means that Floyd | burning in hell is a future possibility. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score just went up 10 points] Floyd | Floyd | Momentarily, you feel a funky vibe. Floyd | Floyd | The lights swim before your drunken eyes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | File to save game in > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cf4" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "wear smock" | ||||
Floyd | Okay, you're now wearing the greasy smock. Floyd | Floyd | An officer, indian, construction worker, and sailor pay a brief visit. Floyd | They bow respectfully and leave without saying a word. Floyd | Floyd | You see Shirley Temple aboard the Good Ship Lollipop. She waves and Floyd | makes a snide comment about public drunkenness. Funny, but she's not Floyd | quite as cute as you remember. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | Minimall Entrance Floyd | Mall shops lie in many directions: west, east, south, and Floyd | southwest. Through the doors of the minimall entrance, you spot the Floyd | continuing quartz debauchery. Floyd | As a sign of Chewtonian progress, the management has seen fit to Floyd | furnish the minimall entrance with a stand-alone ATM machine. Floyd | Floyd | The ghost of Christmas Past knocks you on the forehead. "Hello? Floyd | Anybody home?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Mound of Quartz Floyd | In surveying the westernmost portion of the parade, you are greeted Floyd | by the unwelcome stares of Chewton's upper class. The host of this Floyd | outdoor romp -- a banker, you presume, by his top hat and black tuxedo Floyd | -- sits atop a sparkling pile of quartz in the back seat of a bright Floyd | red convertible. Poor unfortunates flank the party on all sides. Floyd | An abandoned hot dog cart draped in crystal sits off to one side of Floyd | the big to-do. To the west, the road dead-ends into an unlit gas Floyd | station. The entrance to an indoor minimall lies to the south. Floyd | Floyd | The banker lights a cigar with a $100 bill and spits on the ashes. Floyd | Floyd | The cocktail's strength catches up with you. You stagger against a Floyd | wall and collapse into a flaccid heap. Two hours later, you rise with Floyd | a slight headache, vowing never to sample untested cocktails again. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "sell corn dogs" | ||||
Floyd | Would you buy a corn dog out of a salesperson's back pocket? Floyd | Floyd | The banker reminds himself to install a glass ceiling in his downtown Floyd | office. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Mound of Quartz Floyd | In surveying the westernmost portion of the parade, you are greeted Floyd | by the unwelcome stares of Chewton's upper class. The host of this Floyd | outdoor romp -- a banker, you presume, by his top hat and black tuxedo Floyd | -- sits atop a sparkling pile of quartz in the back seat of a bright Floyd | red convertible. Poor unfortunates flank the party on all sides. Floyd | An abandoned hot dog cart draped in crystal sits off to one side of Floyd | the big to-do. To the west, the road dead-ends into an unlit gas Floyd | station. The entrance to an indoor minimall lies to the south. Floyd | Floyd | The banker lights a cigar with a $100 bill and spits on the ashes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "stand behind cart" | ||||
Floyd | I don't recognize that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take corn dogs" | ||||
Floyd | You already have the pair of corn dogs! Floyd | Floyd | Convinced that you *must* be one of the hired help, a prudish gentleman Floyd | orders you to fetch him a hot toddy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take corn dogs out of pocket" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any pocket here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "put corn dogs on cart" | ||||
Floyd | Done. Floyd | Floyd | A stray bullet shoots over the heads of the party-goers. A soldier Floyd | sticks his head in. "Sorry!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "sell corn dogs" | ||||
Floyd | At the sound of your tempting voice, hungry customers swarm the hot dog Floyd | cart. You bargain with the parade-goers, settling on a final price of Floyd | $3.00 apiece for the luscious dogs. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score just went up 10 points] Floyd | Floyd | A stray bullet shoots over the heads of the party-goers. A soldier Floyd | sticks his head in. "Sorry!" Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk asks, "wait. are we at $7 and not $8?" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Sadly, yes." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "count money" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any money here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a Susan B. Anthony one-dollar coin, a map, a wallet, a fond Floyd | memory, a nifty key, a wad of *respectable* American cash, a wrinkled Floyd | paper bag, an empty can of lemon fizzie, and a greasy smock (being Floyd | worn). The wallet seems to contain an ATM card. The wrinkled paper Floyd | bag seems to contain a small flask. Floyd | Floyd | The wad of cash comes to a total of 7 dollars. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Well. We have that coin.." | |||
| DavidW asks, "Does the ATM card get you any money?" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "No :(" | ||||
| DavidW asks, "hm. What's that 'fond memory' in our inventory?" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "We hid under the car seat or something. Not sure what to do with it." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "look fond memory" | ||||
Floyd | I don't recognize that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x fond memory" | ||||
Floyd | You close your eyes and concentrate, but you can recall no other Floyd | details of the fond memory. Floyd | Floyd | You count the number of toupees in the upscale crowd and lose track Floyd | somewhere around 40. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Jars of Pebbles Floyd | You have stumbled across the military contribution to the Chewton Floyd | Rock Parade. Soldiers swagger about, officers bark orders, and Floyd | military vehicles putter to and fro. The centerpiece of this portion Floyd | of the parade is a Sherman tank loaded down with jars of tiny pebbles. Floyd | The parade continues to the east and west, while the train continues Floyd | to whistle past Chewton to the south. Floyd | Just to the right of a low-cut hedge is a hamburger vendor at a Floyd | dilapidated refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | The three flies lose interest and buzz away to greener pastures. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a Susan B. Anthony one-dollar coin, a map, a wallet, a fond Floyd | memory, a nifty key, a wad of *respectable* American cash, a wrinkled Floyd | paper bag, an empty can of lemon fizzie, and a greasy smock (being Floyd | worn). The wallet seems to contain an ATM card. The wrinkled paper Floyd | bag seems to contain a small flask. Floyd | Floyd | The wad of cash comes to a total of 7 dollars. Floyd | Floyd | "Attention. Attention. All soldiers must now march in unison." The Floyd | soldiers form a single-file line, only to scatter immediately when Floyd | nobody can find 'unison' in the dictionary. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "throw can at jar" | ||||
Floyd | The turret swings around and blows the empty can of lemon fizzie from Floyd | the sky. A soldier points in your direction. "There's the one who Floyd | would defile the creator! Kill! Kill!" Ten grenades land at your Floyd | feet. Paralyzed, you wait for instant death. Shortly, it comes. Floyd | Floyd | Meet your doom, smock-stealer... Floyd | Floyd | Hell Floyd | A mesmerized crowd of tortured souls sits cross-legged in a circle. Floyd | Eight feet above the group is a nearly invisible flicker of light. Floyd | Liberace is here, reading aloud from a book of fairy tales. Floyd | Satan fidgets near the edge of the circle. Floyd | Floyd | "Goodness gracious! Little red riding hood is wearing the cutest dress Floyd | I've ever seen!" Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk exclaims, "oh no!" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Well. That's new." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Jars of Pebbles Floyd | You have stumbled across the military contribution to the Chewton Floyd | Rock Parade. Soldiers swagger about, officers bark orders, and Floyd | military vehicles putter to and fro. The centerpiece of this portion Floyd | of the parade is a Sherman tank loaded down with jars of tiny pebbles. Floyd | The parade continues to the east and west, while the train continues Floyd | to whistle past Chewton to the south. Floyd | Just to the right of a low-cut hedge is a hamburger vendor at a Floyd | dilapidated refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | File to save game in > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cf5" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "throw can at jar" | ||||
Floyd | The turret swings around and blows the empty can of lemon fizzie from Floyd | the sky. A soldier points in your direction. "There's the one who Floyd | would defile the creator! Kill! Kill!" Ten grenades land at your Floyd | feet. Paralyzed, you wait for instant death. Shortly, it comes. Floyd | Floyd | Meet your doom, smock-stealer... Floyd | Floyd | Hell Floyd | A mesmerized crowd of tortured souls sits cross-legged in a circle. Floyd | Eight feet above the group is a nearly invisible flicker of light. Floyd | Liberace is here, reading aloud from a book of fairy tales. Floyd | Satan fidgets near the edge of the circle. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "i regret everything we ever did" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x satan" | ||||
Floyd | The Great Horned One has a penchant for snacks and punch. Floyd | Floyd | "I don't see why sleeping beauty has to be magically asleep. Why can't Floyd | she just be tired?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x liberace" | ||||
Floyd | He seems to have cornered the market on robes, rings, and poofy hair. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x light" | ||||
Floyd | Hard to say, but it looks a like a gateway to another dimension. Floyd | Floyd | "Ooooooh. Is everyone else as scared as I am?" Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "enter light?" | |||
| cyberskunk says, "i want to wait for a while" | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "remember we got the note from heaven" | ||||
| cyberskunk asks, "maybe we can get something from hell?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "actually I don't remember what you did in Heaven." | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "we took a note from the angelic choir when the note seemed to 'hang in the air'." | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x souls" | ||||
Floyd | Their eyes are glued to the flamboyant entertainer. Floyd | Floyd | "Everyone look at the littlest bear! Isn't he just adorable?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask satan about hell" | ||||
Floyd | "I prefer that recently damned souls not interrupt my storytime." Floyd | Floyd | "Now where did I leave off? Oh yes. Jack was about to climb that Floyd | *naughty* beanstalk." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask liberace about book" | ||||
Floyd | You can't interrupt storytime! Floyd | Floyd | "I don't see why sleeping beauty has to be magically asleep. Why can't Floyd | she just be tired?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "punch satan" | ||||
Floyd | Better not. He would probably return the favor. Floyd | Floyd | "Everyone look at the littlest bear! Isn't he just adorable?" Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk asks, "i forget what we did with the note?" | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | "I don't see why sleeping beauty has to be magically asleep. Why can't Floyd | she just be tired?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x" | ||||
Floyd | What do you want to inspect? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Hell Floyd | A mesmerized crowd of tortured souls sits cross-legged in a circle. Floyd | Eight feet above the group is a nearly invisible flicker of light. Floyd | Liberace is here, reading aloud from a book of fairy tales. Floyd | Satan fidgets near the edge of the circle. Floyd | Floyd | "Ooooooh. Is everyone else as scared as I am?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x crowd" | ||||
Floyd | Their eyes are glued to the flamboyant entertainer. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x book" | ||||
Floyd | It's a book of Grim fairy tales. Floyd | Floyd | "Raise your hand if you want some more juice!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "get book" | ||||
Floyd | Liberace is carrying the book of fairy tales and won't let you have it. Floyd | Floyd | "Ooooooh. Is everyone else as scared as I am?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x satan" | ||||
Floyd | The Great Horned One has a penchant for snacks and punch. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a Susan B. Anthony one-dollar coin, a map, a wallet, a fond Floyd | memory, a nifty key, a wad of *respectable* American cash, a wrinkled Floyd | paper bag, and a greasy smock (being worn). The wallet seems to Floyd | contain an ATM card. The wrinkled paper bag seems to contain a small Floyd | flask. Floyd | Floyd | The wad of cash comes to a total of 7 dollars. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk asks, "could we use the fond memory on satan?" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "x memory" | ||||
Floyd | You close your eyes and concentrate, but you can recall no other Floyd | details of the fond memory. Floyd | Floyd | "Everyone look at the littlest bear! Isn't he just adorable?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "give fond memory to satan" | ||||
Floyd | Satan is too busy tickling his neighbor to notice. Floyd | Floyd | "Those dwarves! They are so silly!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "give fond memory to liberace" | ||||
Floyd | Liberace doesn't need anything besides your respect and admiration. Floyd | Floyd | "Raise your hand if you want some more juice!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "respect liberace" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "respect". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "raise hand" | ||||
Floyd | After you drink your juice, Liberace compliments you on your hair. Floyd | Floyd | "Those dwarves! They are so silly!" Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "haha" | |||
| DavidW says, "yay" | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "yawn" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "yawn". Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk asks, "ok. im out of ideas. sorry. light?" | |||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x light" | ||||
Floyd | Hard to say, but it looks a like a gateway to another dimension. Floyd | Floyd | "Now where did I leave off? Oh yes. Jack was about to climb that Floyd | *naughty* beanstalk." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "kiss liberace" | ||||
Floyd | "You favor me with a kiss? How sweet!" Floyd | Floyd | "Ooooooh. Is everyone else as scared as I am?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "u" | ||||
Floyd | You can't quite reach the gateway, although you could probably make it Floyd | with a boost. Floyd | Floyd | "Raise your hand if you want some more juice!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "go towards the light" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "towards". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "jump" | ||||
Floyd | You can't quite reach the gateway, although you could probably make it Floyd | with a boost. Floyd | Floyd | "My word! Prince Charming has the prettiest eyes!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "jump off satan" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know how to jump Satan. Floyd | Floyd | "Everyone look at the littlest bear! Isn't he just adorable?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "jump shark" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "shark". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "ask for boost" | ||||
Floyd | (Satan) Floyd | Satan cups his hands and lifts you up to the gateway. He hands you the Floyd | empty can of lemon fizzie on your way through. "There! All better!" Floyd | Floyd | Gravel Float Floyd | So, this is where the trouble started. A crowd huddles around the Floyd | open hood of an old pickup, the back of which is filled to the brim Floyd | with gravel. Floyd | The parade continues west. A short jaunt south takes you into a Floyd | pub, while a stroll east brings you to a repair shop. Floyd | Floyd | "Lou, put the pickup in Drive and then pop the clutch. That'll fix Floyd | her." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a Susan B. Anthony one-dollar coin, a map, a wallet, a fond Floyd | memory, a nifty key, a wad of *respectable* American cash, a wrinkled Floyd | paper bag, a greasy smock (being worn), and an empty can of lemon Floyd | fizzie. The wallet seems to contain an ATM card. The wrinkled paper Floyd | bag seems to contain a small flask. Floyd | Floyd | The wad of cash comes to a total of 7 dollars. Floyd | Floyd | "Gee, Merle. Looks like we got a valve problem." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| cyberskunk says (to Floyd), "x can" | ||||
Floyd | It probably has more nutrition now than it did when it was full. Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk asks, "can for sawdust?" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Oh. Yeah, maybe." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "But you might be right that there's something to get in hell. We'll figure it out later." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Garage Floyd | Like any garage, the floor is covered in greasy rags, spare parts, Floyd | and one or two half-repaired vehicles. The most recent victim is an Floyd | Oldsmobile, which is jacked up and in mid-repair. On first impression, Floyd | the garage appears to be deserted -- the garage is quiet, and a stout Floyd | metal desk lies unmanned in one corner. However, on further Floyd | inspection, you notice a pair of legs sticking out from beneath the Floyd | Olds. Floyd | Should you desire to revisit your pickup buddies, west is the Floyd | direction of choice. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Gravel Float Floyd | So, this is where the trouble started. A crowd huddles around the Floyd | open hood of an old pickup, the back of which is filled to the brim Floyd | with gravel. Floyd | The parade continues west. A short jaunt south takes you into a Floyd | pub, while a stroll east brings you to a repair shop. Floyd | Floyd | "John, why don't you disconnect the spark plugs from the gas line and Floyd | we'll turn this baby over once and for all." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Pub Floyd | As far as pubs go, this is the bottom of the line. Under normal Floyd | conditions, this watering hole is chock full of customers in dire need Floyd | of drowning their lower- to upper- middle class sorrows. At the Floyd | moment, the place is nearly empty; most of the regulars are out in the Floyd | summer air, enjoying the uplifting parade festivities. Floyd | You see only the bare necessities: booze, bar stools, and a pool Floyd | table. The floor is covered in sawdust to allow for infrequent Floyd | cleanings. Floyd | You see a wedged apple here. Floyd | Behind the bar, a bartender waits patiently for the next customer. Floyd | An old man sits on a stool beside the bar. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take sawdust with can" | ||||
Floyd | I don't recognize that sentence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take sawdust" | ||||
Floyd | You could probably put the sawdust in the paper bag, but you'll have to Floyd | empty it first. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl exclaims, "Oh!" | |||
| DavidW says, "The flask is in the bag" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Yeah. But it didn't occur to me that we could use the bag." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take flask" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | The bartender washes out a shot glass, gives it a spit shine, and puts Floyd | it back on the shelf. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take sawdust" | ||||
Floyd | You scoop a few pounds of sawdust into the paper bag. Floyd | Floyd | The old man stares into space. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Woot." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Back to the laundromat." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Gravel Float Floyd | So, this is where the trouble started. A crowd huddles around the Floyd | open hood of an old pickup, the back of which is filled to the brim Floyd | with gravel. Floyd | The parade continues west. A short jaunt south takes you into a Floyd | pub, while a stroll east brings you to a repair shop. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Tremendous Boulder Floyd | Excited parade-watchers, mouths agape, point to a giant boulder Floyd | sitting astride a specially reinforced float. Clowns, midgets, and Floyd | security guards form a protective ring around the monstrosity. Now Floyd | time for the bad news: the parade isn't moving. Floyd | Your van is stuck in the middle of this geological mess, just north Floyd | of the railroad crossing. The motionless parade continues to the east Floyd | and west. Floyd | A few feet away, a juggler performs amazing feats of dexterity. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler sets the balls afire and releases them into the air. Floyd | Surprisingly, the balls juggle themselves without any apparent means of Floyd | support. "Look, folks! It's an illeeeewzhun!" Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Oooh. Fire." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Jars of Pebbles Floyd | You have stumbled across the military contribution to the Chewton Floyd | Rock Parade. Soldiers swagger about, officers bark orders, and Floyd | military vehicles putter to and fro. The centerpiece of this portion Floyd | of the parade is a Sherman tank loaded down with jars of tiny pebbles. Floyd | The parade continues to the east and west, while the train continues Floyd | to whistle past Chewton to the south. Floyd | Just to the right of a low-cut hedge is a hamburger vendor at a Floyd | dilapidated refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Mound of Quartz Floyd | In surveying the westernmost portion of the parade, you are greeted Floyd | by the unwelcome stares of Chewton's upper class. The host of this Floyd | outdoor romp -- a banker, you presume, by his top hat and black tuxedo Floyd | -- sits atop a sparkling pile of quartz in the back seat of a bright Floyd | red convertible. Poor unfortunates flank the party on all sides. Floyd | An abandoned hot dog cart draped in crystal sits off to one side of Floyd | the big to-do. To the west, the road dead-ends into an unlit gas Floyd | station. The entrance to an indoor minimall lies to the south. Floyd | Floyd | A poor unfortunate widens her eyes, points south, and says a single Floyd | word: "Hamster." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Minimall Entrance Floyd | Mall shops lie in many directions: west, east, south, and Floyd | southwest. Through the doors of the minimall entrance, you spot the Floyd | continuing quartz debauchery. Floyd | As a sign of Chewtonian progress, the management has seen fit to Floyd | furnish the minimall entrance with a stand-alone ATM machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Paint Shop Floyd | Stacks of paint cans reach to the ceiling of this modern paint shop. Floyd | Your senses are awash in the smell of paint fumes, and -- something Floyd | else. Rodent? Surely not. Beside the counter is a curious, Floyd | mysterious machine. Dare you explore its magic? Dare you? Floyd | If you dare not, the entrance to the minimall is back east. Floyd | Behind the counter is a snooty paint salesman passing time before he Floyd | finally leaves this godforsaken earth. A sign, supported by two slim Floyd | chains, dangles above his head. Floyd | Floyd | The salesman gives you bunny ears and then quickly lifts his eyes to Floyd | the ceiling when you catch him in the act. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Minimall Entrance Floyd | Mall shops lie in many directions: west, east, south, and Floyd | southwest. Through the doors of the minimall entrance, you spot the Floyd | continuing quartz debauchery. Floyd | As a sign of Chewtonian progress, the management has seen fit to Floyd | furnish the minimall entrance with a stand-alone ATM machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Uniform Shop Floyd | A slight breeze rustles the polyester uniforms, almost as if the Floyd | ghost of another age were vying for your attention. A beaded curtain Floyd | marks the passage of the wind; in its wake, a cash register and bargain Floyd | rack loom ominously. Back to the north is the entrance to the Floyd | minimall. Floyd | A tailor flits about the store, busy filling orders for the Chewton Floyd | rock festival. Floyd | Floyd | The tailor measures his own shirt sleeves. "Well, I do declare. My Floyd | arms are shrinking again!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Minimall Entrance Floyd | Mall shops lie in many directions: west, east, south, and Floyd | southwest. Through the doors of the minimall entrance, you spot the Floyd | continuing quartz debauchery. Floyd | As a sign of Chewtonian progress, the management has seen fit to Floyd | furnish the minimall entrance with a stand-alone ATM machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | Laundromat Floyd | Washers and dryers line the walls of the laundromat. A careless Floyd | parade-watcher left his or her laundry unattended; as a result, a Floyd | washer burst open -- leaving the floor covered with a soapy puddle. Floyd | You notice a machine on the far wall, although you can't quite make out Floyd | the details. Floyd | Back to the northeast is the entrance to the minimall. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "If this doesn't work, find a mop or a sponge." | |||
| genericgeekgirl nods. | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "put sawdust on puddle" | ||||
Floyd | In sweeping circles, you sprinkle the sawdust onto the soapy floor, Floyd | creating a firm surface to walk upon. How 'bout another look at that Floyd | machine? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x machine" | ||||
Floyd | This poor excuse for machinery presents two slots at eye-level (one Floyd | vertical, one horizontal) and a receptacle at waist level. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x vertical slot" | ||||
Floyd | It's roughly one inch (2.5 cm) tall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x horizontal slot" | ||||
Floyd | It's roughly three inches (7.5 cm) wide. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x receptacle" | ||||
Floyd | In the blinding light, you can't help but notice small lettering etched Floyd | into the side of the receptacle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "read lettering" | ||||
Floyd | Made in 1979. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x coin" | ||||
Floyd | You can't believe your luck! It's a Susan B. Anthony one-dollar coin, Floyd | minted in 1979. Probably worth a lot of money. If only you could find Floyd | a collector... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "save" | ||||
Floyd | File to save game in > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cf6" | ||||
Floyd | Saved. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "put coin in slot" | ||||
Floyd | Which slot do you mean, the horizontal slot, or the vertical slot? Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "put coin in vertical slot" | ||||
Floyd | Four quarters shoot out of the receptacle and skitter across the floor. Floyd | Didn't find any collectors, did you? Floyd | Floyd | [Your score just went up 10 points] Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "And now we have $8." | |||
| Ellison says (to Floyd), "score" | ||||
Floyd | In a total of 677 turns, you have achieved a score of 80 points out of Floyd | a possible 100. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take quarters" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Does the ATM card fit in the horizontal slot?" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "put atm card in horizontal slot" | ||||
Floyd | The card disappears into the machine. Nothing else happens. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oops" | |||
| genericgeekgirl asks, "We just saved a moment ago. Curious to see if something happens if we wait. That ok?" | ||||
| DavidW says, "sure" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "z" | ||||
Floyd | Time passes... Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x machine" | ||||
Floyd | This poor excuse for machinery presents two slots at eye-level (one Floyd | vertical, one horizontal) and a receptacle at waist level. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x receptacle" | ||||
Floyd | In the blinding light, you can't help but notice small lettering etched Floyd | into the side of the receptacle. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
Floyd | File to restore game from > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cf6" | ||||
Floyd | Restored. Floyd | Floyd | Laundromat Floyd | Washers and dryers line the walls of the laudromat. A thin layer of Floyd | sawdust is spread atop the soapy puddle, allowing for hazard-free Floyd | machine inspection. Floyd | Back to the northeast is the entrance to the minimall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "put coin in vertical slot" | ||||
Floyd | Four quarters shoot out of the receptacle and skitter across the floor. Floyd | Didn't find any collectors, did you? Floyd | Floyd | [Your score just went up 10 points] Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take quarters" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "oh. The horizontal slot might be for bills." | |||
| DavidW asks, "So do you now have $8 for gin?" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Yup." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "nw" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ne" | ||||
Floyd | Minimall Entrance Floyd | Mall shops lie in many directions: west, east, south, and Floyd | southwest. Through the doors of the minimall entrance, you spot the Floyd | continuing quartz debauchery. Floyd | As a sign of Chewtonian progress, the management has seen fit to Floyd | furnish the minimall entrance with a stand-alone ATM machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Mound of Quartz Floyd | In surveying the westernmost portion of the parade, you are greeted Floyd | by the unwelcome stares of Chewton's upper class. The host of this Floyd | outdoor romp -- a banker, you presume, by his top hat and black tuxedo Floyd | -- sits atop a sparkling pile of quartz in the back seat of a bright Floyd | red convertible. Poor unfortunates flank the party on all sides. Floyd | An abandoned hot dog cart draped in crystal sits off to one side of Floyd | the big to-do. To the west, the road dead-ends into an unlit gas Floyd | station. The entrance to an indoor minimall lies to the south. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Jars of Pebbles Floyd | You have stumbled across the military contribution to the Chewton Floyd | Rock Parade. Soldiers swagger about, officers bark orders, and Floyd | military vehicles putter to and fro. The centerpiece of this portion Floyd | of the parade is a Sherman tank loaded down with jars of tiny pebbles. Floyd | The parade continues to the east and west, while the train continues Floyd | to whistle past Chewton to the south. Floyd | Just to the right of a low-cut hedge is a hamburger vendor at a Floyd | dilapidated refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | The commanding officer becomes confused when he realizes that he can Floyd | neither ask nor tell his subordinates about the government's new policy Floyd | on sexuality. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Tremendous Boulder Floyd | Excited parade-watchers, mouths agape, point to a giant boulder Floyd | sitting astride a specially reinforced float. Clowns, midgets, and Floyd | security guards form a protective ring around the monstrosity. Now Floyd | time for the bad news: the parade isn't moving. Floyd | Your van is stuck in the middle of this geological mess, just north Floyd | of the railroad crossing. The motionless parade continues to the east Floyd | and west. Floyd | A few feet away, a juggler performs amazing feats of dexterity. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Gravel Float Floyd | So, this is where the trouble started. A crowd huddles around the Floyd | open hood of an old pickup, the back of which is filled to the brim Floyd | with gravel. Floyd | The parade continues west. A short jaunt south takes you into a Floyd | pub, while a stroll east brings you to a repair shop. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Pub Floyd | As far as pubs go, this is the bottom of the line. Under normal Floyd | conditions, this watering hole is chock full of customers in dire need Floyd | of drowning their lower- to upper- middle class sorrows. At the Floyd | moment, the place is nearly empty; most of the regulars are out in the Floyd | summer air, enjoying the uplifting parade festivities. Floyd | You see only the bare necessities: booze, bar stools, and a pool Floyd | table. The floor is covered in sawdust to allow for infrequent Floyd | cleanings. Floyd | You see a wedged apple here. Floyd | Behind the bar, a bartender waits patiently for the next customer. Floyd | An old man sits on a stool beside the bar. Floyd | Floyd | "Geez," says the old man with a wink and a nudge, "if I only had a Floyd | bottle of gin to quell my restless spirit." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "buy gin" | ||||
Floyd | (from the bartender) Floyd | The bartender accepts your respectable dollars. He pulls the bottle of Floyd | gin from behind the bar and roughly places it in your eager hands. Floyd | Floyd | "Woe is me! If I only had some rotgut to tickle my empty stomach." Floyd | The old man offers you his most pitiful expression. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "give gin to man" | ||||
Floyd | In a single extended swallow, the old man downs the entire bottle of Floyd | gin. Minutes later, he totters on his stool, slips to the floor, and Floyd | passes out. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take apple" | ||||
Floyd | As you grab the apple, you shoot the old man a glance that belies your Floyd | immense hatred for men of his sort. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "kick man" | ||||
Floyd | You give the old man a kick in the gut for good measure. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl exclaims, "Yes!" | |||
| DavidW says, "ha" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "To the repair shop." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Gravel Float Floyd | So, this is where the trouble started. A crowd huddles around the Floyd | open hood of an old pickup, the back of which is filled to the brim Floyd | with gravel. Floyd | The parade continues west. A short jaunt south takes you into a Floyd | pub, while a stroll east brings you to a repair shop. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Garage Floyd | Like any garage, the floor is covered in greasy rags, spare parts, Floyd | and one or two half-repaired vehicles. The most recent victim is an Floyd | Oldsmobile, which is jacked up and in mid-repair. On first impression, Floyd | the garage appears to be deserted -- the garage is quiet, and a stout Floyd | metal desk lies unmanned in one corner. However, on further Floyd | inspection, you notice a pair of legs sticking out from beneath the Floyd | Olds. Floyd | Should you desire to revisit your pickup buddies, west is the Floyd | direction of choice. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "put apple on desk" | ||||
Floyd | With the sound of ripe fruit on steel, the mechanic pops out from Floyd | beneath the car. He grabs the apple, sits at the desk, and starts Floyd | munching. "Hey, whose magazine is this?" He tosses the magazine in a Floyd | trash can. "I don't read that pornographic garbage. Where's my Floyd | special rainforest issue of National Geographic?" Floyd | Floyd | [Your score just went up 10 points] Floyd | Floyd | > | cyberskunk says, "'The one with the topless indians.'" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Haha." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl asks, "So, we want him to fix the pickup, right?" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask man about pickup" | ||||
Floyd | "This pointless chatter is driving me crazy. What was so important Floyd | that you interrupted my work?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask man about fixing car" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "fixing". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask man about repairing car" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "repairing". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "tell man about pickup" | ||||
Floyd | You explain how the lead float in the parade is in desperate need of Floyd | repair. "Listen, I'm sympathetic to your predicament -- but I don't Floyd | have a lot of friends in this town. There's no reason for me repair Floyd | the float. If you want me to lend a hand, you'll have to convince me Floyd | otherwise." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "convince man" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "convince". Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Welp." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "flirt with man" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "flirt". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cry" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "cry". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "beg" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "beg". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "lol" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "lol". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x me" | ||||
Floyd | Trim, muscular, and fit. You take pride in your health and appearance. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "hm. Does he want money? Friends? A kiss?" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x clothing" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "clothing". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "kiss man" | ||||
Floyd | You step over to the desk, gently lower yourself onto the mechanic's Floyd | lap, and shower him with hugs and kisses. With your show of affection, Floyd | the mechanics's eyes melt into a glowing look of fondness and Floyd | admiration. "Lady," he murmurs, "I'll follow you anywhere." Floyd | Floyd | You place his strong, calloused hand in yours, tousle his hair, and Floyd | stride through the garage entrance to the outside world. Upon seeing Floyd | the broken float, the mechanic lowers his head in embarrassment, pats Floyd | your arm, and cheerfully lends a hand. In twenty minutes, the parade Floyd | is up and moving. In another twenty, the mechanic finds the gas Floyd | station attendant and lends you $40 to fill up the van. Floyd | Floyd | In passing, the juggler tosses you a friendly wink and discreetly Floyd | gestures towards the nervous mechanic. "Nice work, honey." All in Floyd | all, you have to agree. The parade is gone, night is falling, and Floyd | you've found yourself a new traveling companion. New York City isn't Floyd | looking quite so lonely after all. Floyd | Floyd | [Your score just went up 10 points] Floyd | Floyd | ***You have won*** Floyd | Floyd | [Note: If you restart the game, type 'fun stuff' for a list of fun Floyd | things to try.] Floyd | Floyd | In a total of 695 turns, you have achieved a score of 100 points out of Floyd | a possible 100. Floyd | Floyd | You may restore a saved game, start over, quit, or undo the current Floyd | command. Floyd | Please enter RESTORE, RESTART, QUIT, or UNDO: > | genericgeekgirl says, "Awesome." | |||
| cyberskunk says, "Woo! Not bad" | ||||
| DavidW says, "woot" | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "i object to the objectification of the female protagonist at the end" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Yeah, yeah. Sometimes you do what you gotta do." | ||||
| cyberskunk says, "we should have been able to 'explain social contract' instead and won with intellect" | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "restore" | cyberskunk asks, "so wait--what was the can for?" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "fun stuff" | ||||
Floyd | Floyd | Did you try to... Floyd | drive the tank or pickup? Floyd | take the van, tank, pickup, or boulder? Floyd | go north in the gravel float area? Floyd | buy the hamster from the paint salesman? Floyd | take the dead gerbil up to heaven? Floyd | hit the paint salesman or read the magazine while you were drunk? Floyd | climb, touch, or jump over the tank or boulder? Floyd | throw an object at the boulder? Floyd | climb the Move-it Van? Floyd | look under the hood of the pickup? Floyd | throw food to the poor unfortunates? Floyd | dance in the uniform shop? Floyd | ask the NPCs about yourself? Floyd | throw anything at the change machine in the laundromat? Floyd | smell anything? Floyd | explore the magic in the paint shop? Floyd | ask the locals about anything? Floyd | throw something at the tank after stealing the smock? Floyd | jump on the train? Floyd | Floyd | > | Ellison says, "cool" | |||
| Ellison says, "also, crb" | ||||
| Ellison goes back to Squeamhurst.. | ||||
| Ellison has disconnected. | genericgeekgirl says, "I'm going to restore to the last save and play around. But thanks, everyone, for playing :)" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
Floyd | File to restore game from > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cf6" | ||||
Floyd | Restored. Floyd | Floyd | Laundromat Floyd | Washers and dryers line the walls of the laudromat. A thin layer of Floyd | sawdust is spread atop the soapy puddle, allowing for hazard-free Floyd | machine inspection. Floyd | Back to the northeast is the entrance to the minimall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "l" | ||||
Floyd | Laundromat Floyd | Washers and dryers line the walls of the laudromat. A thin layer of Floyd | sawdust is spread atop the soapy puddle, allowing for hazard-free Floyd | machine inspection. Floyd | Back to the northeast is the entrance to the minimall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a Susan B. Anthony one-dollar coin, a map, a wallet, a fond Floyd | memory, a nifty key, a wad of *respectable* American cash, a wrinkled Floyd | paper bag, a greasy smock (being worn), an empty can of lemon fizzie, Floyd | and a small flask. The wallet seems to contain an ATM card. Floyd | Floyd | The wad of cash comes to a total of 7 dollars. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | You can't go that way. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | Minimall Entrance Floyd | Mall shops lie in many directions: west, east, south, and Floyd | southwest. Through the doors of the minimall entrance, you spot the Floyd | continuing quartz debauchery. Floyd | As a sign of Chewtonian progress, the management has seen fit to Floyd | furnish the minimall entrance with a stand-alone ATM machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Paint Shop Floyd | Stacks of paint cans reach to the ceiling of this modern paint shop. Floyd | Your senses are awash in the smell of paint fumes, and -- something Floyd | else. Rodent? Surely not. Beside the counter is a curious, Floyd | mysterious machine. Dare you explore its magic? Dare you? Floyd | If you dare not, the entrance to the minimall is back east. Floyd | Behind the counter is a snooty paint salesman passing time before he Floyd | finally leaves this godforsaken earth. A sign, supported by two slim Floyd | chains, dangles above his head. Floyd | Floyd | The salesman makes reassuring hamster noises to the paint machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "buy hamster" | ||||
Floyd | (from the paint salesman) Floyd | "I'll tell you what. You want a companion -- you can have the gerbil I Floyd | used last week." The salesman pulls a dead gerbil from behind the Floyd | counter and stuffs it into your hands. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "hit salesman" | ||||
Floyd | As much as you would like to pulverize the salesman, your conscience Floyd | won't let you. Floyd | Floyd | The salesman draws a picture of you and gives it a funny moustache. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a Susan B. Anthony one-dollar coin, a map, a wallet, a fond Floyd | memory, a nifty key, a wad of *respectable* American cash, a wrinkled Floyd | paper bag, a greasy smock (being worn), an empty can of lemon fizzie, a Floyd | small flask, and a gerbil (being dead). The wallet seems to contain an Floyd | ATM card. Floyd | Floyd | The wad of cash comes to a total of 7 dollars. Floyd | Floyd | The paint salesman and his imaginary friend share a laugh at your Floyd | expense. Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW says, "ha: a gerbil (being dead)" | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pet gerbil" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "pet". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Johnny says (to Floyd), "eat gerbil" | ||||
Floyd | The gerbil (being dead) doesn't appear appetizing. Floyd | Floyd | The salesman gives you bunny ears and then quickly lifts his eyes to Floyd | the ceiling when you catch him in the act. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "hit imaginary friend" | ||||
Floyd | It's an inanimate object, Beavis. Floyd | Floyd | The paint salesman drums his fingers against the counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Ellison arrives, ready to play with the toys. | Ellison asks, "did we figure out what we can do with the note or the fond memory?" | |||
| DavidW says, "Not that I saw." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "We gave the note to the bikers, so we could get at the apple." | ||||
| Ellison says, "ah, right. bikers." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says, "Not sure what the memory is for." | ||||
| DavidW says, "odd: my binders of IF notes seems to omit Everyone Loves a Parade. Perhaps it never got filed." | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | Minimall Entrance Floyd | Mall shops lie in many directions: west, east, south, and Floyd | southwest. Through the doors of the minimall entrance, you spot the Floyd | continuing quartz debauchery. Floyd | As a sign of Chewtonian progress, the management has seen fit to Floyd | furnish the minimall entrance with a stand-alone ATM machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Paint Shop Floyd | Stacks of paint cans reach to the ceiling of this modern paint shop. Floyd | Your senses are awash in the smell of paint fumes, and -- something Floyd | else. Rodent? Surely not. Beside the counter is a curious, Floyd | mysterious machine. Dare you explore its magic? Dare you? Floyd | If you dare not, the entrance to the minimall is back east. Floyd | Behind the counter is a snooty paint salesman passing time before he Floyd | finally leaves this godforsaken earth. A sign, supported by two slim Floyd | chains, dangles above his head. Floyd | Floyd | The salesman makes a face while your back is turned. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Minimall Entrance Floyd | Mall shops lie in many directions: west, east, south, and Floyd | southwest. Through the doors of the minimall entrance, you spot the Floyd | continuing quartz debauchery. Floyd | As a sign of Chewtonian progress, the management has seen fit to Floyd | furnish the minimall entrance with a stand-alone ATM machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Mound of Quartz Floyd | In surveying the westernmost portion of the parade, you are greeted Floyd | by the unwelcome stares of Chewton's upper class. The host of this Floyd | outdoor romp -- a banker, you presume, by his top hat and black tuxedo Floyd | -- sits atop a sparkling pile of quartz in the back seat of a bright Floyd | red convertible. Poor unfortunates flank the party on all sides. Floyd | An abandoned hot dog cart draped in crystal sits off to one side of Floyd | the big to-do. To the west, the road dead-ends into an unlit gas Floyd | station. The entrance to an indoor minimall lies to the south. Floyd | Floyd | The banker throws a cracker into the crowd and watches the ensuing Floyd | death-battle. As a result of the pointless bloodletting, he wins a $50 Floyd | bet. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The gas station is closed for the festival. Not an attendant in sight. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Jars of Pebbles Floyd | You have stumbled across the military contribution to the Chewton Floyd | Rock Parade. Soldiers swagger about, officers bark orders, and Floyd | military vehicles putter to and fro. The centerpiece of this portion Floyd | of the parade is a Sherman tank loaded down with jars of tiny pebbles. Floyd | The parade continues to the east and west, while the train continues Floyd | to whistle past Chewton to the south. Floyd | Just to the right of a low-cut hedge is a hamburger vendor at a Floyd | dilapidated refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | The vendor narrowly avoids a scuffle when he refuses to reveal the Floyd | secret ingredient in his special sauce. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "drive tank" | ||||
Floyd | Since the soldiers won't let you anywhere near the real thing, you Floyd | climb inside an imaginary tank and pretend to shoot Germans. When you Floyd | pretend to get hopelessly lost on the Russian front, you resort to Floyd | imaginary cannibalism and eat your tasty gunner. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take tank" | ||||
Floyd | OK, you put the tank in your pocket. Then you realize that (a) you Floyd | aren't insane, and (b) this isn't a cartoon, so you put the tank back Floyd | where you found it. Floyd | Floyd | You hit the deck as a soldier accidentally discharges his rifle at your Floyd | head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Tremendous Boulder Floyd | Excited parade-watchers, mouths agape, point to a giant boulder Floyd | sitting astride a specially reinforced float. Clowns, midgets, and Floyd | security guards form a protective ring around the monstrosity. Now Floyd | time for the bad news: the parade isn't moving. Floyd | Your van is stuck in the middle of this geological mess, just north Floyd | of the railroad crossing. The motionless parade continues to the east Floyd | and west. Floyd | A few feet away, a juggler performs amazing feats of dexterity. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler sets the balls afire and releases them into the air. Floyd | Surprisingly, the balls juggle themselves without any apparent means of Floyd | support. "Look, folks! It's an illeeeewzhun!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take boulder" | ||||
Floyd | It might fit in your ego, if we could get it open. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler spins into a cartwheel, somehow managing to keep each of Floyd | the balls in the air. "I call this one the RoundyRound!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Gravel Float Floyd | So, this is where the trouble started. A crowd huddles around the Floyd | open hood of an old pickup, the back of which is filled to the brim Floyd | with gravel. Floyd | The parade continues west. A short jaunt south takes you into a Floyd | pub, while a stroll east brings you to a repair shop. Floyd | Floyd | "Roy, hand me the glue gun so I can reattach the motor mounts." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "drive pickup" | ||||
Floyd | You climb inside the pickup truck and pretend to drive around. When Floyd | you finally pretend to run out of gas, you climb back out. Floyd | Floyd | "It would run if we bled the air conditioner fluid from the Floyd | carburetor." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take pickup" | ||||
Floyd | The nonsense police converge on your silly action from all directions. Floyd | The head officer whips out her ticket book and writes you up for the Floyd | infraction. "Next time, I'll make you apologize to every single person Floyd | in the crowd for your rude and unruly behavior. Now get moving!" Floyd | Floyd | "Roy, hand me the glue gun so I can reattach the motor mounts." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "open ego" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "ego". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Tremendous Boulder Floyd | Excited parade-watchers, mouths agape, point to a giant boulder Floyd | sitting astride a specially reinforced float. Clowns, midgets, and Floyd | security guards form a protective ring around the monstrosity. Now Floyd | time for the bad news: the parade isn't moving. Floyd | Your van is stuck in the middle of this geological mess, just north Floyd | of the railroad crossing. The motionless parade continues to the east Floyd | and west. Floyd | A few feet away, a juggler performs amazing feats of dexterity. Floyd | Floyd | Without missing a beat, the juggler rolls each ball down the length of Floyd | her arms. "Damn, I'm good!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take van" | ||||
Floyd | You already carry the weight of a parade on your back. Why add a Floyd | useless Move-It van to the burden? Floyd | Floyd | The juggler sets the balls afire and releases them into the air. Floyd | Surprisingly, the balls juggle themselves without any apparent means of Floyd | support. "Look, folks! It's an illeeeewzhun!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | As you attempt to circumvent the float, the security guards demand to Floyd | see proper parade identification. You frown and back away. Once Floyd | again, The Man has stifled your freedom and creativity. Floyd | Floyd | "Help! Police! There's the person that stole two dollars from my hat!" Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Oh no." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Gravel Float Floyd | So, this is where the trouble started. A crowd huddles around the Floyd | open hood of an old pickup, the back of which is filled to the brim Floyd | with gravel. Floyd | The parade continues west. A short jaunt south takes you into a Floyd | pub, while a stroll east brings you to a repair shop. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "I keep getting west and east mixed up for some reason." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Tremendous Boulder Floyd | Excited parade-watchers, mouths agape, point to a giant boulder Floyd | sitting astride a specially reinforced float. Clowns, midgets, and Floyd | security guards form a protective ring around the monstrosity. Now Floyd | time for the bad news: the parade isn't moving. Floyd | Your van is stuck in the middle of this geological mess, just north Floyd | of the railroad crossing. The motionless parade continues to the east Floyd | and west. Floyd | A few feet away, a juggler performs amazing feats of dexterity. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler snatches a pair of twins from a nearby stroller and spins Floyd | one on her head while she includes the other in the famed "Circle of Floyd | Death." Delighted, the parents applaud. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Jars of Pebbles Floyd | You have stumbled across the military contribution to the Chewton Floyd | Rock Parade. Soldiers swagger about, officers bark orders, and Floyd | military vehicles putter to and fro. The centerpiece of this portion Floyd | of the parade is a Sherman tank loaded down with jars of tiny pebbles. Floyd | The parade continues to the east and west, while the train continues Floyd | to whistle past Chewton to the south. Floyd | Just to the right of a low-cut hedge is a hamburger vendor at a Floyd | dilapidated refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | The commanding officer becomes confused when he realizes that he can Floyd | neither ask nor tell his subordinates about the government's new policy Floyd | on sexuality. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | The soldiers won't let you across the sentry line without official Floyd | parade identification. Floyd | Floyd | A shot zings by your left ear. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Tremendous Boulder Floyd | Excited parade-watchers, mouths agape, point to a giant boulder Floyd | sitting astride a specially reinforced float. Clowns, midgets, and Floyd | security guards form a protective ring around the monstrosity. Now Floyd | time for the bad news: the parade isn't moving. Floyd | Your van is stuck in the middle of this geological mess, just north Floyd | of the railroad crossing. The motionless parade continues to the east Floyd | and west. Floyd | A few feet away, a juggler performs amazing feats of dexterity. Floyd | Floyd | Without missing a beat, the juggler rolls each ball down the length of Floyd | her arms. "Damn, I'm good!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Gravel Float Floyd | So, this is where the trouble started. A crowd huddles around the Floyd | open hood of an old pickup, the back of which is filled to the brim Floyd | with gravel. Floyd | The parade continues west. A short jaunt south takes you into a Floyd | pub, while a stroll east brings you to a repair shop. Floyd | Floyd | "Lou, put the pickup in Drive and then pop the clutch. That'll fix Floyd | her." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | That's just the gateway to another dimension. You don't need to go in Floyd | there. Floyd | Floyd | "Jimmy, blow into the left rear tire. It's running a little low." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Tremendous Boulder Floyd | Excited parade-watchers, mouths agape, point to a giant boulder Floyd | sitting astride a specially reinforced float. Clowns, midgets, and Floyd | security guards form a protective ring around the monstrosity. Now Floyd | time for the bad news: the parade isn't moving. Floyd | Your van is stuck in the middle of this geological mess, just north Floyd | of the railroad crossing. The motionless parade continues to the east Floyd | and west. Floyd | A few feet away, a juggler performs amazing feats of dexterity. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "throw can at boulder" | ||||
Floyd | The empty can of lemon fizzie makes a wide arc and dashes against the Floyd | side of the boulder, instantly shattering into a fine dust. At the Floyd | moment of contact, a resonant vibration spreads through the gigantic Floyd | mass. The ensuing noise drops the frightened crowd to its knees; Floyd | prayers rise to the lips of the masses, and peace and harmony falls Floyd | across Chewton. "Gosh," you think to yourself. "Nice shot!" Floyd | Floyd | The juggler sets the balls afire and releases them into the air. Floyd | Surprisingly, the balls juggle themselves without any apparent means of Floyd | support. "Look, folks! It's an illeeeewzhun!" Floyd | Floyd | > | DavidW asks, "Can the juggler juggle a gerbil?" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "throw gerbil at juggler" | ||||
Floyd | "You've already solved the puzzle, moron. Move it or lose it." Floyd | Floyd | The juggler lifts her feet from the ground and cleverly juggles both Floyd | herself and the dancing balls. "Gravity means nothing to me, folks! Floyd | Keep the money coming!" Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Aw." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "climb van" | ||||
Floyd | You rocket to the top of the van, triggering the Move-It (tm) Floyd | anti-breaking-into-the-top-of-the-van device. A springboard lifts you Floyd | skyward. You clench your teeth and prepare for the worst; thankfully, Floyd | you land rather gracefully on a flatbed car of the eastbound train. Floyd | The impact drives away your sense of personal identity, leading to the Floyd | first of many unfortunate predicaments: your marriage to a distant Floyd | cousin, followed by a kidnapping, a slippery affair with an unsavory Floyd | character, and the loss of your life savings at the greyhound track. Floyd | Forty years down the line, you wonder why the term "parade" drives Floyd | you into a psychotic frenzy. One day, while watching 'Circus of the Floyd | Stars,' you kill a man. The court rules in favor of temporary insanity Floyd | and sends you to a world renowned psychiatrist. Attracted by your Floyd | mysterious past, the psychiatrist convinces you to divorce your Floyd | verbally abusive cousin and partake of his insecure love. Floyd | If you like, I can add you to a listserv that provides daily updates Floyd | on your new life with the doctor. As a first installment, tomorrow you Floyd | will have grapefruit for breakfast, skim the sports section, and seduce Floyd | the plumber. As a result, he may or may not fix your pipes. Floyd | Floyd | In a total of 712 turns, you have achieved a score of 70 points out of Floyd | a possible 100. Floyd | Floyd | You may restore a saved game, start over, quit, or undo the current Floyd | command. Floyd | Please enter RESTORE, RESTART, QUIT, or UNDO: > | genericgeekgirl says, "Whoa." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Tremendous Boulder Floyd | Excited parade-watchers, mouths agape, point to a giant boulder Floyd | sitting astride a specially reinforced float. Clowns, midgets, and Floyd | security guards form a protective ring around the monstrosity. Now Floyd | time for the bad news: the parade isn't moving. Floyd | Your van is stuck in the middle of this geological mess, just north Floyd | of the railroad crossing. The motionless parade continues to the east Floyd | and west. Floyd | A few feet away, a juggler performs amazing feats of dexterity. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask juggler about me" | ||||
Floyd | She's far too busy to be interested in your silly questions. Floyd | Floyd | The juggler springs into a handstand, keeping the balls twirling with Floyd | only her feet. "Don't try this at home, kids!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Gravel Float Floyd | So, this is where the trouble started. A crowd huddles around the Floyd | open hood of an old pickup, the back of which is filled to the brim Floyd | with gravel. Floyd | The parade continues west. A short jaunt south takes you into a Floyd | pub, while a stroll east brings you to a repair shop. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Tremendous Boulder Floyd | Excited parade-watchers, mouths agape, point to a giant boulder Floyd | sitting astride a specially reinforced float. Clowns, midgets, and Floyd | security guards form a protective ring around the monstrosity. Now Floyd | time for the bad news: the parade isn't moving. Floyd | Your van is stuck in the middle of this geological mess, just north Floyd | of the railroad crossing. The motionless parade continues to the east Floyd | and west. Floyd | A few feet away, a juggler performs amazing feats of dexterity. Floyd | Floyd | Without missing a beat, the juggler rolls each ball down the length of Floyd | her arms. "Damn, I'm good!" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Jars of Pebbles Floyd | You have stumbled across the military contribution to the Chewton Floyd | Rock Parade. Soldiers swagger about, officers bark orders, and Floyd | military vehicles putter to and fro. The centerpiece of this portion Floyd | of the parade is a Sherman tank loaded down with jars of tiny pebbles. Floyd | The parade continues to the east and west, while the train continues Floyd | to whistle past Chewton to the south. Floyd | Just to the right of a low-cut hedge is a hamburger vendor at a Floyd | dilapidated refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | "Attention. Attention. Square dancing is no longer permitted within Floyd | ranks." Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | Mound of Quartz Floyd | In surveying the westernmost portion of the parade, you are greeted Floyd | by the unwelcome stares of Chewton's upper class. The host of this Floyd | outdoor romp -- a banker, you presume, by his top hat and black tuxedo Floyd | -- sits atop a sparkling pile of quartz in the back seat of a bright Floyd | red convertible. Poor unfortunates flank the party on all sides. Floyd | An abandoned hot dog cart draped in crystal sits off to one side of Floyd | the big to-do. To the west, the road dead-ends into an unlit gas Floyd | station. The entrance to an indoor minimall lies to the south. Floyd | Floyd | An overdressed windbag jostles you without apologizing. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask host about me" | ||||
Floyd | He might talk to you if you were a cigar. Otherwise, no dice. Floyd | Floyd | The banker reminds himself to install a glass ceiling in his downtown Floyd | office. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "s" | ||||
Floyd | Minimall Entrance Floyd | Mall shops lie in many directions: west, east, south, and Floyd | southwest. Through the doors of the minimall entrance, you spot the Floyd | continuing quartz debauchery. Floyd | As a sign of Chewtonian progress, the management has seen fit to Floyd | furnish the minimall entrance with a stand-alone ATM machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "sw" | ||||
Floyd | Laundromat Floyd | Washers and dryers line the walls of the laudromat. A thin layer of Floyd | sawdust is spread atop the soapy puddle, allowing for hazard-free Floyd | machine inspection. Floyd | Back to the northeast is the entrance to the minimall. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "throw can at machine" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any can here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a Susan B. Anthony one-dollar coin, a map, a wallet, a fond Floyd | memory, a nifty key, a wad of *respectable* American cash, a wrinkled Floyd | paper bag, a greasy smock (being worn), a small flask, a gerbil (being Floyd | dead), and a ticket for nonsensical behavior. The wallet seems to Floyd | contain an ATM card. Floyd | Floyd | The wad of cash comes to a total of 7 dollars. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "throw flask at machine" | ||||
Floyd | You miss. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "throw gerbil at machine" | ||||
Floyd | You miss. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Laundromat Floyd | Washers and dryers line the walls of the laudromat. A thin layer of Floyd | sawdust is spread atop the soapy puddle, allowing for hazard-free Floyd | machine inspection. Floyd | Back to the northeast is the entrance to the minimall. Floyd | You see a small flask here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "take flask" | ||||
Floyd | Taken. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell gerbil" | ||||
Floyd | Vaguely hamsterish. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell me" | ||||
Floyd | You smell like tacos. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "smell puddle" | ||||
Floyd | Smells like an obstacle worth about 10 points. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl:) | |||
| DavidW says, "wow" | ||||
| Johnny does like justice, but that's taking it a bit far. | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | Minimall Entrance Floyd | Mall shops lie in many directions: west, east, south, and Floyd | southwest. Through the doors of the minimall entrance, you spot the Floyd | continuing quartz debauchery. Floyd | As a sign of Chewtonian progress, the management has seen fit to Floyd | furnish the minimall entrance with a stand-alone ATM machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Mound of Quartz Floyd | In surveying the westernmost portion of the parade, you are greeted Floyd | by the unwelcome stares of Chewton's upper class. The host of this Floyd | outdoor romp -- a banker, you presume, by his top hat and black tuxedo Floyd | -- sits atop a sparkling pile of quartz in the back seat of a bright Floyd | red convertible. Poor unfortunates flank the party on all sides. Floyd | An abandoned hot dog cart draped in crystal sits off to one side of Floyd | the big to-do. To the west, the road dead-ends into an unlit gas Floyd | station. The entrance to an indoor minimall lies to the south. Floyd | Floyd | The banker lights a cigar with a $100 bill and spits on the ashes. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The gas station is closed for the festival. Not an attendant in sight. Floyd | Floyd | Convinced that you *must* be one of the hired help, a prudish gentleman Floyd | orders you to fetch him a hot toddy. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Jars of Pebbles Floyd | You have stumbled across the military contribution to the Chewton Floyd | Rock Parade. Soldiers swagger about, officers bark orders, and Floyd | military vehicles putter to and fro. The centerpiece of this portion Floyd | of the parade is a Sherman tank loaded down with jars of tiny pebbles. Floyd | The parade continues to the east and west, while the train continues Floyd | to whistle past Chewton to the south. Floyd | Just to the right of a low-cut hedge is a hamburger vendor at a Floyd | dilapidated refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "remove smock" | ||||
Floyd | Okay, you're no longer wearing the greasy smock. Floyd | Floyd | A sharpshooter picks a fight with a minesweeper and starts a Floyd | short-lived and mentally unbalanced gang war. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "drop smock" | ||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | Three flies swoop in and buzz lazily about the refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "throw flask at jar" | ||||
Floyd | The turret swings around and blows the small flask from the sky. A Floyd | soldier points in your direction. "There's the one who would defile Floyd | the creator! Kill! Kill!" Ten grenades land at your feet. Floyd | Paralyzed, you wait for instant death. Shortly, it comes. Floyd | Floyd | Meet your doom, smock-stealer... Floyd | Floyd | Hell Floyd | A mesmerized crowd of tortured souls sits cross-legged in a circle. Floyd | Eight feet above the group is a nearly invisible flicker of light. Floyd | Liberace is here, reading aloud from a book of fairy tales. Floyd | Satan fidgets near the edge of the circle. Floyd | Floyd | "I don't see why sleeping beauty has to be magically asleep. Why can't Floyd | she just be tired?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Jars of Pebbles Floyd | You have stumbled across the military contribution to the Chewton Floyd | Rock Parade. Soldiers swagger about, officers bark orders, and Floyd | military vehicles putter to and fro. The centerpiece of this portion Floyd | of the parade is a Sherman tank loaded down with jars of tiny pebbles. Floyd | The parade continues to the east and west, while the train continues Floyd | to whistle past Chewton to the south. Floyd | You see a greasy smock here. Floyd | Just to the right of a low-cut hedge is a hamburger vendor at a Floyd | dilapidated refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "Darn. Wanted to take the gerbil for heaven, but I guess we're ruined for life." | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "repent" | ||||
Floyd | I don't know the word "repent". Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x train" | ||||
Floyd | As a child, trains provided the motivation and inspiration to work Floyd | through your elementary math and science courses. Eventually, you Floyd | channeled your inspiration into a career: mechanical engineering. Floyd | Floyd | The vendor narrowly avoids a scuffle when he refuses to reveal the Floyd | secret ingredient in his special sauce. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "jump on train" | ||||
Floyd | You run alongside the slow-moving train and jump between two boxcars. Floyd | Once outside the city limits, the train resumes its high-speed trek Floyd | across Arizona. Floyd | Floyd | Being a Hobo Floyd | Holding on for dear life, you hide in the shadows between two Floyd | boxcars. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "restore" | ||||
Floyd | File to restore game from > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "cf2" | ||||
Floyd | Restored. Floyd | Floyd | Paint Shop Floyd | Stacks of paint cans reach to the ceiling of this modern paint shop. Floyd | Your senses are awash in the smell of paint fumes, and -- something Floyd | else. Rodent? Surely not. Beside the counter is a curious, Floyd | mysterious machine. Dare you explore its magic? Dare you? Floyd | If you dare not, the entrance to the minimall is back east. Floyd | The compartment seems to contain a valuable rock (painted orange). Floyd | Behind the counter is a snooty paint salesman passing time before he Floyd | finally leaves this godforsaken earth. A sign, supported by two slim Floyd | chains, dangles above his head. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "buy hamster" | ||||
Floyd | (from the paint salesman) Floyd | "I'll tell you what. You want a companion -- you can have the gerbil I Floyd | used last week." The salesman pulls a dead gerbil from behind the Floyd | counter and stuffs it into your hands. Floyd | Floyd | The paint salesman drums his fingers against the counter. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "out" | ||||
Floyd | Minimall Entrance Floyd | Mall shops lie in many directions: west, east, south, and Floyd | southwest. Through the doors of the minimall entrance, you spot the Floyd | continuing quartz debauchery. Floyd | As a sign of Chewtonian progress, the management has seen fit to Floyd | furnish the minimall entrance with a stand-alone ATM machine. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "n" | ||||
Floyd | Mound of Quartz Floyd | In surveying the westernmost portion of the parade, you are greeted Floyd | by the unwelcome stares of Chewton's upper class. The host of this Floyd | outdoor romp -- a banker, you presume, by his top hat and black tuxedo Floyd | -- sits atop a sparkling pile of quartz in the back seat of a bright Floyd | red convertible. Poor unfortunates flank the party on all sides. Floyd | An abandoned hot dog cart draped in crystal sits off to one side of Floyd | the big to-do. To the west, the road dead-ends into an unlit gas Floyd | station. The entrance to an indoor minimall lies to the south. Floyd | Floyd | You shout "The stock market has collapsed!" and giggle as the crowd of Floyd | rich busybodies faints en masse. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "w" | ||||
Floyd | The gas station is closed for the festival. Not an attendant in sight. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "e" | ||||
Floyd | Jars of Pebbles Floyd | You have stumbled across the military contribution to the Chewton Floyd | Rock Parade. Soldiers swagger about, officers bark orders, and Floyd | military vehicles putter to and fro. The centerpiece of this portion Floyd | of the parade is a Sherman tank loaded down with jars of tiny pebbles. Floyd | The parade continues to the east and west, while the train continues Floyd | to whistle past Chewton to the south. Floyd | Just to the right of a low-cut hedge is a hamburger vendor at a Floyd | dilapidated refreshment stand. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a Susan B. Anthony one-dollar coin, a map, a wallet, a fond Floyd | memory, a pair of corn dogs, a nifty key, and a gerbil (being dead). Floyd | The wallet seems to contain an ATM card. Floyd | Floyd | You have zero respectable American dollars. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "throw map at jar" | ||||
Floyd | The turret swings around and blows the map from the sky. A soldier Floyd | points in your direction. "There's the one who would defile the Floyd | creator! Kill! Kill!" Ten grenades land at your feet. Paralyzed, Floyd | you wait for instant death. Shortly, it comes. Floyd | Floyd | Heaven Floyd | A swirling dance of angelic choruses rises above the smothering Floyd | beauty of spry cherubim, majestic castles, and puffy clouds. Floyd | God is here, acting omniscient. Floyd | Floyd | An emissary from purgatory requests God's divine intervention. He Floyd | refuses. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "give hamster to god" | ||||
Floyd | I don't see any hamster here. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "give gerbil to god" | ||||
Floyd | You have nothing that God would ever need. Floyd | Floyd | The author materializes before your living soul, a look of Floyd | consternation drawn across his face. "How in the hell did you get in Floyd | here? Boy, you really screwed up. Here, take this." He hands you a Floyd | curious object. "If you want to return to Chewton, just press this Floyd | button." Floyd | Floyd | "Oh, by the way. You can have the map back. It might come in handy." Floyd | With that, the author disappears. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "drop gerbil" | ||||
Floyd | Dropped. Floyd | Floyd | God plucks a cherub from the sky and tosses it to Earth, granting it Floyd | the official title of 'Fairy Godmother'. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "undo" | ||||
Floyd | (Undoing one command) Floyd | Floyd | Heaven Floyd | A swirling dance of angelic choruses rises above the smothering Floyd | beauty of spry cherubim, majestic castles, and puffy clouds. Floyd | God is here, acting omniscient. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "ask god about gerbil" | ||||
Floyd | "Turn inward. You already know the answer to that question." Floyd | Floyd | Bored, God grants Himself three wishes. For sport, He denies Himself Floyd | the third wish. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "x gerbil" | ||||
Floyd | Its gerbil soul has long since traveled to gerbil heaven. For a Floyd | corpse, it is amazingly well preserved. Floyd | Floyd | God creates another omniscient being and becomes involved in a heated Floyd | debate about the purpose of its existence. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl says, "All right. I'm finished." | |||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "pray" | ||||
Floyd | God covers His ears and winces. Floyd | Floyd | God touches the world, and a typhoon kills millions in lower India. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "sing" | ||||
Floyd | You see no source of inspiration here. Floyd | Floyd | An emissary from purgatory requests God's divine intervention. He Floyd | refuses. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "ask god about boulder" | ||||
Floyd | "Turn inward. You already know the answer to that question." Floyd | Floyd | God reads your mind and dismisses your short-sighted concerns. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| DavidW says (to Floyd), "turn inward" | ||||
Floyd | What do you know. You really *do* know the answer to that question. Floyd | Floyd | God reads your mind and dismisses your short-sighted concerns. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Ellison says (to Floyd), "search chorus" | ||||
Floyd | You find nothing of interest. Floyd | Floyd | The author returns. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Ellison says (to Floyd), "x chorus" | ||||
Floyd | The enchanting notes, visible to the naked eye, bend and twist in royal Floyd | harmony. Floyd | Floyd | God creates another omniscient being and becomes involved in a heated Floyd | debate about the purpose of its existence. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Ellison says (to Floyd), "x castle" | ||||
Floyd | They house those individuals who followed the one true path of Floyd | righteousness. Perhaps one day *you* will achieve this sweet reward. Floyd | Floyd | God plucks a cherub from the sky and tosses it to Earth, granting it Floyd | the official title of 'Fairy Godmother'. Floyd | Floyd | > | Ellison says, "oh, the gerbil went to GERBIL heaven, I see" | |||
| Ellison says (to Floyd), "i" | ||||
Floyd | You have a Susan B. Anthony one-dollar coin, a wallet, a fond memory, a Floyd | pair of corn dogs, a nifty key, a gerbil (being dead), a map, and a Floyd | disembodied button. The wallet seems to contain an ATM card. Floyd | Floyd | You have zero respectable American dollars. Floyd | Floyd | Oddly, you feel a ghostly pull to the southwest. Floyd | Floyd | > | ||||
| Ellison says (to Floyd), "ask god about fond memory" | ||||
Floyd | "Turn inward. You already know the answer to that question." Floyd | Floyd | The angelic chorus achieves the perfect note. God sighs. Floyd | Floyd | > | genericgeekgirl asks, "All done?" | |||
| genericgeekgirl says (to Floyd), "quit" | ||||
Floyd | In a total of 367 turns, you have achieved a score of 25 points out of Floyd | a possible 100. Floyd | Floyd | Do you really want to quit? (YES or NO) > | ||||
| You say (to Floyd), "yes" | ||||
Floyd | | ||||
| Floyd asks, "That game over already? It was just getting good. Wanna play another?" | ||||
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