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Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "load sleepmask oftheirshadowsdeep"
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CF \| When an old one dies, a library burns down.
CF \| --Amadou Hampâté Bâ
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CF \| CLICK HERE, THEN PRESS ANY KEY TO CONTINUE
Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button.
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CF \| Are you using screen reader software for text to speech? >		Jacqueline asks, "Let's say yes?"
		Jacqueline asks, "I think that'll make the game more Floydable?"
		Jacqueline asks, "Maybe?"
		Knight_Otu asks, "I'm not sure. Maybe?"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "yes"
CF ]
CF \| Are you using screen reader software for text to speech? >
CF \| > YES
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| OK, screen reader mode on. The game will now describe images to you
CF \| instead of displaying them. You can turn it off by typing READER OFF.
CF \|
CF \| Would you like to read some helpful information before starting the
CF \| game? >		Knight_Otu says, "Okay, yes, text instead of pictures is pretty important for us."
		Jacqueline says, "Yeah."
		Jacqueline says, "I guess we should read the helpful info even if it is all about how to play text-based games..."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "yes"
CF ]
CF \| game? >
CF \| > YES
CF \|
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CF \|
CF \| This is primarily a riddle game. There are some traditonal puzzle
CF \| elements here, but your main goal is to solve the riddles in the game.
CF \| When the game gives you a riddle, you will answer it with SAY (the
CF \| answer). The answer will always be a single word. If you are stumped
CF \| on a riddle or need some direction for what to do next, type HINT for
CF \| some guidance.
CF \|
CF \| You can type MAP to see a map of the game.
CF \|
CF \| You can turn images off by typing READER OFF. This will describe
CF \| images instead of displaying them. If images are off, you can turn
CF \| them on by typing READER ON.
CF \|
CF \| Type HELP to come back to this information.
CF \|
CF \| This game is merciful, and there is no way to lose or lock it in an
CF \| unwinnable state.
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CF \| Are you new to parser interactive fiction? >		Jacqueline says, "I will say no."
		Knight_Otu asks, "Those READER ON/OFF descriptions sound backwards? Or is it me?"
		Jacqueline says (to KO), "Oh, yeah. They are reversed."
		Jacqueline says, "huh"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "no"
CF \| Are you new to parser interactive fiction? >
CF \| > NO
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| OK. Type PLAY at any time to see general information on playing parser
CF \| IF.
CF \|
CF \| PRESS ANY KEY TO CONTINUE
Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button.
CF ]
CF \| When did the loss begin? "Iridescent" was the first lost word, but it
CF \| was so light, so transparent, that its loss went unnoticed. Then
CF \| "eviscerate" was torn away from her mind, leaving a pinprick hole, yet
CF \| it happened secretly, quietly. The vast store of words pushed at the
CF \| ragged edges of the hole and widened it, and the trickle of lost words
CF \| became a flow: serendipity, ephemeral, labyrinth, tranquility. All
CF \| these escaped, leaving their shelves empty. "Incendiary" set the fire
CF \| with a single spark as it flickered away.
CF \|
CF \| The loss accelerated as the fire ravaged her brain, the words fleeing
CF \| the blaze: melancholy, loquacious, euphoria, hallucination. Then the
CF \| smaller words took wing: cow, fork, tent. You could sometimes see them
CF \| flying away, charred pages from the burning library like small white
CF \| birds, always rushing from her eyes, through the woods, spilling into
CF \| the creek, so much departure.
CF \|
CF \| And today as you leave the house to get firewood, she can't say your
CF \| name, the name she gave you. So you run out the door, your breath
CF \| steaming in the freezing air. Running away from the silence, the
CF \| absence. Toward a place you used to know, that must still exist, where
CF \| memory is whole. Where all the forgotten, shimmering language must
CF \| have come to rest after it flew out of the room of bone where it
CF \| flowered until disaster blew it through the cracks, scattering it in
CF \| shards and fragments in the woods.
CF \|
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CF \| PRESS ANY KEY TO CONTINUE		Jacqueline says, "That's a beautiful intro for what seems to be a riddle/word game. Usually it feels like those focus more on comedic writing than beauty..."
		Knight_Otu says, "A heavy intro, though, as well."
		Jacqueline says, "Yeah"
Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button.
CF ]
CF \| In your back yard the winter air swirls around you and you breathe
CF \| deeply. Your mind is a kaleidoscope of regret, of sorrow, of riddles
CF \| without answers.
CF \|
CF \| You walk down the stone steps, through the trees, to the woods below.
CF \|
CF \| Shadows dapple and darken. A rabbit darts across the steps in front of
CF \| you, its white tail bobbing briefly, and then it is gone into the
CF \| undergrowth. You reach the woods at the base of the steps, and remind
CF \| yourself that you need to find firewood to heat your house.
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| PRESS ANY KEY TO CONTINUE		DavidW says, "This is lovely writing. I hope it pays off."
Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button.
CF ] Winter Woods
CF \|
CF \| Of Their Shadows Deep
CF \| An Interactive Fiction by Amanda Walker
CF \| Release 1 / Serial number 220630 / Inform 7 build 6M62 (I6/v6.34 lib
CF \| 6/12N)
CF \|
CF \| Winter Woods
CF \| Bare trees are tangled with greenbriar hanging in thorny curtains.
CF \| Birds call. They flash bright against the naked branches: cardinal
CF \| screams red; goldfinch blazes sun. The rocky path limned with ice is
CF \| at the base of the winding stone steps that lead north and up to your
CF \| home; or you can follow the path down and south into the ravine.
CF \|
CF \| There's a torn piece of white paper caught on a low branch of a tree,
CF \| fluttering in the chilly breeze.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take paper"
CF ] Winter Woods
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE PAPER
CF \|
CF \| Taken. Your heart leaps as you scan the torn piece of paper. It's
CF \| covered with her lost words. You came here for firewood, but maybe you
CF \| can find what is lost, give language back to her. The paper reads:
CF \|
CF \| o, i hunt.
CF \| silken, deadly,
CF \| such intent darkness
CF \| treading so softly,
CF \| eyes bright,
CF \| soft companion,
CF \| little tiger.
CF \|
CF \| What am I?
CF \|
CF \| Every time you see a riddle like this one, answer it with SAY
CF \| answer. The answer will always be a single word. You can type HINT if
CF \| you need one.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu exclaims, "CAT!"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "say cat"
CF ] Winter Woods
CF \| >
CF \| > SAY CAT
CF \|
CF \| The piece of paper shimmers and swells, its words moving. They
CF \| rearrange and leap from your hands in a swift, muscular movement,
CF \| forming a cat. It sits with its back to you, tail flicking.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu exclaims, "Kitty!"
		DavidW says, "Paper tiger!"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "x cat"
CF ] Winter Woods
CF \| >
CF \| > X CAT
CF \|
CF \| A cat made of words with a long, waving tail. You can still read the
CF \| words on its shadowy form:
CF \|
CF \| o, i hunt.
CF \| silken, deadly,
CF \| such intent darkness
CF \| treading so softly,
CF \| eyes bright,
CF \| soft companion,
CF \| little tiger.
CF \| I am a sly cat.
CF \|
CF \| A hidden raven croaks nearby, a lonely sound.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline asks, "What do we do with it?"
		Jacqueline says, "Oh, also..."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "x me"
CF ] Winter Woods
CF \| >
CF \| > X ME
CF \|
CF \| Heartsick, tears slipping from the deep shadows of your eyes, looking
CF \| for firewood to heat your home on this freezing day.
CF \|
CF \| >
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "pet cat"
CF ] Winter Woods
CF \| >
CF \| > PET CAT
CF \|
CF \| You reach out to pet the cat, but it darts away.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] Winter Woods
CF \| >
CF \| > I
CF \|
CF \| You are carrying nothing.
CF \|
CF \| The sun spangles through the gray clouds, then fades.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "Aw, kitty."
		DavidW says, "It might follow us. Or just stay here."
		Jacqueline asks, "Should we go south/down?"
		DavidW says, "Yes please"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Ravine
CF \| >
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Ravine
CF \| A spill of icemelt trickles over the ledge of rock into a small pool
CF \| which flows into a stream that runs, runs, runs down and away from the
CF \| gray rock, the velvet moss. This rock wall weeps water all year, a
CF \| rivulet that never stops talking as it splashes over the moss, the
CF \| rough stone, always leaving, seeking the creek below. It has formed
CF \| icicles now, glittering on the stone in cascades, dripping as a ray of
CF \| sun peeks through the branches and touches them.
CF \|
CF \| You can go north and up to the woods, or west following the stream to
CF \| the creek.
CF \|
CF \| A small dark cave is in the rock wall to the east behind the dripping
CF \| water.
CF \|
CF \| The cat follows you, slinking low and lithe.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "I assume we have no light with us for seeing in the cave yet."
		Knight_Otu says, "That seems likely."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] Ravine
CF \| >
CF \| > I
CF \|
CF \| You are carrying nothing.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x icicles"
CF ] Ravine
CF \| >
CF \| > X ICICLES
CF \|
CF \| A rock wall, about ten feet high, covered with moss and icicles,
CF \| dripping water into the pool below. There is a small dark cave in the
CF \| wall to the east behind the dripping water.
CF \|
CF \| A hawk's shadow ripples over you as it wheels overhead, calling out.
CF \| It disappears behind the trees.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x pool"
CF ] Ravine
CF \| >
CF \| > X POOL
CF \|
CF \| A small pool of clear icy water, rippling and sparkling as the water
CF \| spills into it. Distorted by the ripples, the sorrows of your changing
CF \| face are reflected in the pool.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x face"
CF ] Ravine
CF \| >
CF \| > X FACE
CF \|
CF \| You see your own face, the deep shadows of your eyes, distorted by
CF \| ripples in the icy water.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x eyes"
CF ] Ravine
CF \| >
CF \| > X EYES
CF \|
CF \| You see your own face, the deep shadows of your eyes, distorted by
CF \| ripples in the icy water.
CF \|
CF \| A sonorous crack rings through the woods as an icy branch breaks and
CF \| falls.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW asks, "Remind me of the game title, please?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "version"
CF ] Ravine
CF \| >
CF \| > VERSION
CF \|
CF \| Of Their Shadows Deep
CF \| An Interactive Fiction by Amanda Walker
CF \| Release 1 / Serial number 220630 / Inform 7 build 6M62 (I6/v6.34 lib
CF \| 6/12N)
CF \| Identification number: //2545A3C7-6969-42C5-B0BF-606FF0872DCB//
CF \| Interpreter version 1.3.1 / VM 3.1.2 / Library serial number 080126
CF \| Standard Rules version 3/120430 by Graham Nelson
CF \| Glulx Image Centering version 4 by Emily Short
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "This pool may be very important much later."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "touch face"
CF ] Ravine
CF \| >
CF \| > TOUCH FACE
CF \|
CF \| A shock of icy water against your hand. You pull back and breathe
CF \| against your hands to warm them.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Sorry, was momentarily distracted by the Katmai bear cam that I have on in the background."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Cave
CF \| >
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Cave
CF \| A tiny dark space in the rock, just big enough for you. The sound of
CF \| dripping water echoes off the stony walls. It's too dark to see
CF \| anything in here except the wavering light outside the cave opening,
CF \| filtered through moss and water. You can go back west to the ravine.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Yup. Too dark to see."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Ravine
CF \| >
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Ravine
CF \| A spill of icemelt trickles over the ledge of rock into a small pool
CF \| which flows into a stream that runs, runs, runs down and away from the
CF \| gray rock, the velvet moss. This rock wall weeps water all year, a
CF \| rivulet that never stops talking as it splashes over the moss, the
CF \| rough stone, always leaving, seeking the creek below. It has formed
CF \| icicles now, glittering on the stone in cascades, dripping as a ray of
CF \| sun peeks through the branches and touches them.
CF \|
CF \| You can go north and up to the woods, or west following the stream to
CF \| the creek.
CF \|
CF \| A small dark cave is in the rock wall to the east behind the dripping
CF \| water.
CF \|
CF \| You can see a cat here.
CF \|
CF \| A cardinal flashes red overhead and is gone.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "But being nice about it."
		Jacqueline says, "Yeah."
		DavidW says, "yes"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x moss"
CF ] Ravine
CF \| >
CF \| > X MOSS
CF \|
CF \| Velvet moss on the icy rock.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "She's pulling the same trick I did in Firetower, I see. heh"
		Jacqueline says, "Or, at least part of it. We'll see if things repeat."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "swim"
CF ] Ravine
CF \| >
CF \| > SWIM
CF \|
CF \| The water is shallow and icy cold. You would only freeze your feet.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "heh"
		Jacqueline asks, "So, west?"
		DavidW says, "yes please"
		Knight_Otu says, "Sure."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Stream
CF \| >
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Stream
CF \| The icemelt stream burbles as it rushes west toward the creek, seeking
CF \| to join something larger.
CF \|
CF \| An enormous live oak tree towers over the stream, roots coming in and
CF \| out of the earth, through the stream, lifting the water and dropping
CF \| it in a tiered waterfall that sings in its own language.
CF \|
CF \| You can follow the stream west to the creek, or go east to the ravine.
CF \|
CF \| The cat follows you, prowling aloof and agile.
CF \|
CF \| The ice on the trees glitters in a passing ray of sun.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "x tree"
CF ] Stream
CF \| >
CF \| > X TREE
CF \|
CF \| An enormous, ancient live oak tree, shining with ice. Through its
CF \| evergreen leaves you can see a torn piece of paper fluttering high up
CF \| in the gnarled branches, directly over your head.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "oho"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take paper"
CF ] Stream
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE PAPER
CF \|
CF \| You can't reach it. It's too high up in the branches. If only you had
CF \| something that could knock it down.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "cat, climb tree"
CF ] Stream
CF \| >
CF \| > CAT, CLIMB TREE
CF \|
CF \| You murmur something, a little sadly.
CF \|
CF \| The wind kicks up a tiny dust devil, which whirls and breaks apart,
CF \| and the cat hisses at it.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "A fallen branch, I think we need."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x roots"
CF ] Stream
CF \| >
CF \| > X ROOTS
CF \|
CF \| Gnarled roots rising and falling out of the earth, twining through the
CF \| stream, lifting and dropping the water.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "I am sad that didn't work but laughing at the cat hissing at the dust devil."
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "listen"
CF ] Stream
CF \| >
CF \| > LISTEN
CF \|
CF \| The stream burbles and laughs as it flows over the roots of the giant
CF \| oak tree.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "I guess we come back with a stick or something."
		Knight_Otu says, "Yeah, possibly."
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "x waterfall"
CF ] Stream
CF \| >
CF \| > X WATERFALL
CF \|
CF \| A small tiered waterfall rising and falling through the roots of the
CF \| live oak tree.
CF \|
CF \| You catch a glimpse of a white-tailed deer running away out of the
CF \| corner of your eye. You turn to see it, but it's gone.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline asks, "West more?"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "take branch"
CF ] Stream
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE BRANCH
CF \|
CF \| That's not something you want or need.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu nods.
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Creek
CF \| >
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Creek
CF \| A wide, shallow creek, rimmed with ice. Trees line the west bank:
CF \| black walnut, wild cherry, oak, the ubiquitous cedar. A high stone
CF \| bluff rises to the north, its limestone and granite layers a mosaic of
CF \| fossils. The stream's water flings itself joyfully, loudly into the
CF \| creek, where it swirls in small eddies, its voice lowering to a murmur
CF \| as the creek carries it away.
CF \|
CF \| You can go back east to the stream, or south up a wooded path.
CF \|
CF \| A torn piece of paper floats on the surface of the creek by the shore,
CF \| darkening as the water claims it.
CF \|
CF \| The cat follows you, skulking in the shadows.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take paper"
CF ] Creek
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE PAPER
CF \|
CF \| Taken. It's a small piece of white paper that reads:
CF \|
CF \| Flame flicker and burn,
CF \| illuminating the way,
CF \| a spot of light in the dark.
CF \|
CF \| What am I?
CF \|
CF \| You slip a bit on an icy patch, then regain your footing.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "say candle"
CF ] Creek
CF \| >
CF \| > SAY CANDLE
CF \|
CF \| The piece of paper shimmers, its words moving. It elongates and
CF \| solidifies. You are now holding a candle with a flickering flame at
CF \| its tip.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu nods again.
		Jacqueline says, "Light source acquired."
		DavidW says, "I see the light"
		Jacqueline exclaims (at DW), "PRAISE!"
		Jacqueline asks, "So, back to cave immediately or explore more?"
		DavidW says, "Cave for me."
		Knight_Otu says, "Cave, I'd say."
		Jacqueline says, "mmkay"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Stream
CF \| >
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Stream
CF \| The icemelt stream burbles as it rushes west toward the creek, seeking
CF \| to join something larger.
CF \|
CF \| An enormous live oak tree towers over the stream, roots coming in and
CF \| out of the earth, through the stream, lifting the water and dropping
CF \| it in a tiered waterfall that sings in its own language.
CF \|
CF \| A torn piece of paper is fluttering high up in the tree's branches.
CF \|
CF \| You can follow the stream west to the creek, or go east to the ravine.
CF \|
CF \| The cat follows you, sneaking fast and fierce.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Ravine
CF \| >
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Ravine
CF \| A spill of icemelt trickles over the ledge of rock into a small pool
CF \| which flows into a stream that runs, runs, runs down and away from the
CF \| gray rock, the velvet moss. This rock wall weeps water all year, a
CF \| rivulet that never stops talking as it splashes over the moss, the
CF \| rough stone, always leaving, seeking the creek below. It has formed
CF \| icicles now, glittering on the stone in cascades, dripping as a ray of
CF \| sun peeks through the branches and touches them.
CF \|
CF \| You can go north and up to the woods, or west following the stream to
CF \| the creek.
CF \|
CF \| A small dark cave is in the rock wall to the east behind the dripping
CF \| water.
CF \|
CF \| The cat follows you, pounces on something, then darts away.
CF \|
CF \| An unseen canyon wren warbles sweetly for a moment, then falls silent.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Cave
CF \| >
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Cave
CF \| A small, damp cave, just big enough for you. The candle's flickering
CF \| light shows you the dank rock walls around you.
CF \|
CF \| You can see a torn piece of paper with some writing on it here.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "There is a paper here. Shocking."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take paper"
CF ] Cave
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE PAPER
CF \|
CF \| Taken.
CF \|
CF \| The flame flares and consumes the entire candle, which falls to
CF \| pieces, its words turning to ash and slipping through your fingers,
CF \| plunging you into darkness again.
CF \|
CF \| You can feel something hot and sticky on your finger, a remnant of the
CF \| candle.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "Truly."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "x hands"
CF ] Cave
CF \| >
CF \| > X HANDS
CF \|
CF \| You don't see that here.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF \| >
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \| As you leave the small cave, you see a remnant of the candle, a single
CF \| word stuck to your finger. You peel it off and examine it:
CF \| It's the word "burn." The word looks charred and blackened by fire.
CF \| There's a small loop above the "R." It looks like you could thread
CF \| something through the loop.
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| PRESS ANY KEY TO CONTINUE		Knight_Otu says, "Hm."
		Jacqueline says, "huh"
Jacqueline pushes the green 'space' button.
CF ] Ravine
CF \| PRESS ANY KEY TO CONTINUE## Ravine
CF \| A spill of icemelt trickles over the ledge of rock into a small pool
CF \| which flows into a stream that runs, runs, runs down and away from the
CF \| gray rock, the velvet moss. This rock wall weeps water all year, a
CF \| rivulet that never stops talking as it splashes over the moss, the
CF \| rough stone, always leaving, seeking the creek below. It has formed
CF \| icicles now, glittering on the stone in cascades, dripping as a ray of
CF \| sun peeks through the branches and touches them.
CF \|
CF \| You can go north and up to the woods, or west following the stream to
CF \| the creek.
CF \|
CF \| A small dark cave is in the rock wall to the east behind the dripping
CF \| water.
CF \|
CF \| You can see a cat here.
CF \|
CF \| The sun goes behind clouds, and the shadows deepen around you for a
CF \| moment.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW asks, "Read the paper?"
		DavidW asks, "Also, are we carrying 'BURN'?"
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] Ravine
CF \| >
CF \| > I
CF \|
CF \| You are carrying:
CF \| the word "burn"
CF \| a torn piece of paper with some writing on it
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "We sure are."
		DavidW says, "How odd."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "read paper"
CF ] Ravine
CF \| >
CF \| > READ PAPER
CF \|
CF \| A torn piece of white paper that reads:
CF \|
CF \| I dance across
CF \| colors of wind,
CF \| lightly fragile,
CF \| wings float gently.
CF \| I am the paragon of grace,
CF \| image of air.
CF \|
CF \| What am I?
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "say butterfly"
CF ] Ravine
CF \| >
CF \| > SAY BUTTERFLY
CF \|
CF \| The piece of paper shimmers and swells, its words moving. They
CF \| rearrange and flutter into the air, forming a butterfly, glowing with
CF \| an inner light.
CF \|
CF \| A hidden raven croaks nearby, a lonely sound.
CF \|
CF \| The butterfly spins high up into the air, looping in circles, and
CF \| wafts off into the trees. The cat slinks after it, eyes riveted on it.
CF \| They are headed in the direction of the pasture, to the south of the
CF \| creek, and are soon out of sight.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "aww. bye cat."
		Knight_Otu says, "Hunting instincts activated."
		Jacqueline says, "heh"
		Jacqueline says, "neat"
		DavidW says, "Hunt for bread next so we can have a bread-and-butterfly sandwich."
		Jacqueline says, "It's always the sandwiches with you."
		DavidW says, "tee hee"
		Knight_Otu says, "The sammiches sure coldn't stay away."
		DavidW says, "Bella makes a lovely egg-and-potato salad sandwich."
		Jacqueline asks, "So, what now?"
		Jacqueline asks, "Continue west?"
		DavidW says, "Go back to where we were and continue to new location."
		Knight_Otu says, "We follow the path further, I suppose."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Stream
CF \| >
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Stream
CF \| The icemelt stream burbles as it rushes west toward the creek, seeking
CF \| to join something larger.
CF \|
CF \| An enormous live oak tree towers over the stream, roots coming in and
CF \| out of the earth, through the stream, lifting the water and dropping
CF \| it in a tiered waterfall that sings in its own language.
CF \|
CF \| A torn piece of paper is fluttering high up in the tree's branches.
CF \|
CF \| You can follow the stream west to the creek, or go east to the ravine.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Creek
CF \| >
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Creek
CF \| A wide, shallow creek, rimmed with ice. Trees line the west bank:
CF \| black walnut, wild cherry, oak, the ubiquitous cedar. A high stone
CF \| bluff rises to the north, its limestone and granite layers a mosaic of
CF \| fossils. The stream's water flings itself joyfully, loudly into the
CF \| creek, where it swirls in small eddies, its voice lowering to a murmur
CF \| as the creek carries it away.
CF \|
CF \| You can go back east to the stream, or south up a wooded path.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Wooded Path
CF \| >
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Wooded Path
CF \| A path through the woods, the old trees towering over you, their
CF \| branches sighing in the sharp wind as they lose their hold on the last
CF \| of their brown leaves, which rain down and crunch under your feet.
CF \|
CF \| A stump is here, with a log on top of it. You wish you had an axe to
CF \| split the log, as you need more firewood.
CF \|
CF \| You can go south through a rusty gate into the pasture, or back north
CF \| to the creek.
CF \|
CF \| The sun spangles through the gray clouds, then fades.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "I'll bet we'll find an axe."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "x log"
CF ] Wooded Path
CF \| >
CF \| > X LOG
CF \|
CF \| A dry log resting on the stump, waiting to be split into firewood.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "x stump"
CF ] Wooded Path
CF \| >
CF \| > X STUMP
CF \|
CF \| An old stump, crisscrossed with scars from years of use as a splitting
CF \| block. You have chopped many logs into firewood here. A log rests on
CF \| the stump.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "We really should have one on us, iven our mission."
		Jacqueline says, "How convenient that the log is already in position for splitting."
		Jacqueline says (to KO), "heh. True."
		DavidW says, "This log didn't gather any moss."
		Jacqueline asks, "South?"
		DavidW says, "yes please"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Pasture
CF \| >
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Pasture
CF \| An open pasture surrounded by a barbed wire fence tangled with dry,
CF \| dead wild blackberry vines. In spring, this land is alive with
CF \| wildflowers and native grasses, awash with an azure sea of
CF \| bluebonnets, humming with bees. Now in February it is brown and
CF \| desolate, dotted with dead frostweed stalks bursting with ice.
CF \|
CF \| You can go back north through the rusty gate to the wooded path.
CF \|
CF \| The butterfly is sitting on the barbed wire fence, near a torn piece
CF \| of paper caught in the sharp points of the wire.
CF \|
CF \| You can see a cat here.
CF \|
CF \| A hawk's shadow ripples over you as it wheels overhead, calling out.
CF \| It disappears behind the trees.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "There do seem to be repeats in the athmosphere events."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take paper"
CF ] Pasture
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE PAPER
CF \|
CF \| Taken.
CF \|
CF \| You startle the butterfly, which flits off the fence. The cat,
CF \| watching with narrowed eyes, leaps into the air and swats the
CF \| butterfly with one sharp claw. The tiny damaged body falls to the
CF \| ground and melts like snow, the words turning to air, to dust.
CF \|
CF \| A single word falls to the ground, a remnant of the butterfly:
CF \| It's the word "fragile." It's small and delicate, the letters thin and
CF \| spindly. There's a small loop over the "E." It looks like you could
CF \| thread something through this loop.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take fragile"
CF ] Pasture
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE FRAGILE
CF \|
CF \| Taken.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "x paper"
CF ] Pasture
CF \| >
CF \| > X PAPER
CF \|
CF \| A small piece of white paper that reads:
CF \|
CF \| All my purpose is entering and leaving,
CF \| opening and closing.
CF \| I am run through, held open, locked shut, slammed.
CF \| I am metaphor for opportunity, exclusion.
CF \| I am privacy, hospitality,
CF \| all the secrets and hope.
CF \| I keep things in and let them go.
CF \|
CF \| What am I?
CF \|
CF \| A sonorous crack rings through the woods as an icy branch breaks and
CF \| falls.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "door"
		Knight_Otu says, "I am reminded a little bit of "A Bunch of Keys" where in theory we'd have had a bunch of piano keys on a thread."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "say door"
CF ] Pasture
CF \| >
CF \| > SAY DOOR
CF \|
CF \| The piece of paper shimmers and grows, squaring itself as its words
CF \| rearrange and form a door to the south, standing in the pasture.
CF \| There's a small round knob on a square plate on the door.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take branch"
CF ] Pasture
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE BRANCH
CF \|
CF \| You don't see that here.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "A BRANCH FELL SOMEWHERE"
		Jacqueline says, "WANT"
		DavidW says, "That happened before."
		Jacqueline says, "Oh."
		Jacqueline says, "Oh darn."
		DavidW says, "It's another atmospheric message."
		Jacqueline says, "So that's just atmosph-- yeah."
		Jacqueline grumbles.
		DavidW says, "Sorry."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x knob"
CF ] Pasture
CF \| >
CF \| > X KNOB
CF \|
CF \| A small round knob in the middle of a square plate on the door.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "x door"
CF ] Pasture
CF \| >
CF \| > X DOOR
CF \|
CF \| A door with a small round knob on it, standing in the middle of the
CF \| pasture. You can still read the words on it:
CF \|
CF \| All my purpose is entering and leaving,
CF \| opening and closing.
CF \| I am run through, held open, locked shut, slammed.
CF \| I am metaphor for opportunity, exclusion.
CF \| I am privacy, hospitality,
CF \| all the secrets and hope.
CF \| I keep things in and let them go.
CF \| I am the door to all the lost and forgotten heart's language.
CF \|
CF \| A cardinal flashes red overhead and is gone.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "knock on door"
CF ] Pasture
CF \| >
CF \| > KNOCK ON DOOR
CF \|
CF \| That's not something you want or need to do.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "turn knob"
CF ] Bare Room
CF \| >
CF \| > TURN KNOB
CF \|		Jacqueline asks, "Open it?"
CF \| You turn the knob on the door, opening it. You go through the door.
CF \|
CF \| Bare Room
CF \| The cat follows you as you enter the door, which shuts behind you.
CF \| This is a stark, bare, white room, inexplicably here where there
CF \| should be no room. A plain white door leads north.
CF \|
CF \| You can see a cat and a torn piece of paper with some writing on it
CF \| here.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take paper"
CF ] Bare Room
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE PAPER
CF \|
CF \| Taken. A torn piece of white paper that reads:
CF \|
CF \| The light saw
CF \| glass going through
CF \| view, transparent
CF \| panes aglow.
CF \|
CF \| What am I?
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "say window"
CF ] Bare Room
CF \| >
CF \| > SAY WINDOW
CF \|
CF \| The piece of paper shimmers and rises into the air, sticks itself to
CF \| one blank wall, and becomes a window. You can see the edge of a torn
CF \| piece of paper just outside of it.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "open window"
CF ] Bare Room
CF \| >
CF \| > OPEN WINDOW
CF \|
CF \| The words it is made of shudder as you touch it, but you open the
CF \| window a bit-- just enough to reach the piece of paper outside it.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take paper"
CF ] Bare Room
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE PAPER
CF \|
CF \| You slip a hand through the crack in the window and grab the torn
CF \| piece of paper, and the window tilts, crumples, and begins folding in
CF \| on itself. You pull the paper into the room and the window shatters
CF \| into letters that fall and wink out of existence. A single word floats
CF \| to the floor, a remnant of the window:
CF \| It's the word "glass." It's transparent, the letters sharp and
CF \| reflective. There's a small loop over the "A." It looks like you could
CF \| thread something through the loop.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take glass"
CF ] Bare Room
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE GLASS
CF \|
CF \| Taken.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "x paper"
CF ] Bare Room
CF \| >
CF \| > X PAPER
CF \|
CF \| A torn piece of white paper that reads:
CF \|
CF \| To chop, to sever,
CF \| the terror of the
CF \| old trees, so sharp.
CF \| I am destruction.
CF \| I am ruinous.
CF \| Cut, gash, end it.
CF \|
CF \| What am I?
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "say axe"
CF ] Bare Room
CF \| >
CF \| > SAY AXE
CF \|
CF \| The piece of paper shivers and hardens, its words tightening. They
CF \| rearrange and suddenly you are holding the handle of an axe with a
CF \| sharp, heavy head.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "These are easier than usual riddles."
		Jacqueline says, "Yeah"
		Jacqueline exclaims, "That's why I'm getting them!"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "open door"
CF ] Bare Room
CF \| >
CF \| > OPEN DOOR
CF \|
CF \| There's no knob or handle on it. You can't open it.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "Chop it!"
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] Bare Room
CF \| >
CF \| > I
CF \|
CF \| You are carrying:
CF \| an axe
CF \| the word "glass"
CF \| the word "fragile"
CF \| the word "burn"
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu asks, "Or maybe just OUT?"
		Jacqueline says, "I was just going to say, 'Gosh, do I pull a Johnny Torrence here?'"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "chop door"
CF ] Pasture
CF \| >
CF \| > CHOP DOOR
CF \|
CF \| You raise the axe, its sharp words gleaming, and smash it into the
CF \| white door, splintering it. The pieces of the door disintegrate, the
CF \| words that held it together fading, falling apart, disappearing. The
CF \| white room around you evanesces and fades, and you are once again in
CF \| the pasture.
CF \|
CF \| An open pasture surrounded by a barbed wire fence tangled with dry,
CF \| dead wild blackberry vines. In spring, this land is alive with
CF \| wildflowers and native grasses, awash with an azure sea of
CF \| bluebonnets, humming with bees. Now in February it is brown and
CF \| desolate, dotted with dead frostweed stalks bursting with ice.
CF \|
CF \| You can go back north through the rusty gate to the wooded path.
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| A single word floats to the ground, a remnant of the door:
CF \| It's the word "hope." Its graceful, curving letters bring a smile to
CF \| your lips. There's a small loop over the "H." It looks like you could
CF \| thread something through the loop.
CF \|
CF \| The cat follows you, rubs briefly against your leg, then skitters
CF \| away.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "Take hope"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take hope"
CF ] Pasture
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE HOPE
CF \|
CF \| Taken.
CF \|
CF \| The ice on the trees glitters in a passing ray of sun.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "x frostweed"
CF ] Pasture
CF \| >
CF \| > X FROSTWEED
CF \|
CF \| Tall frostweed stalks with ice bursting from them. You remember when
CF \| they were blooming and teeming with bees.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "Chop the log next, I think."
		Knight_Otu nods.
		Jacqueline says, "Huh. Frostweed is a plant of the southeastern US. Never heard of it, somehow."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Wooded Path
CF \| >
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Wooded Path
CF \| A path through the woods, the old trees towering over you, their
CF \| branches sighing in the sharp wind as they lose their hold on the last
CF \| of their brown leaves, which rain down and crunch under your feet.
CF \|
CF \| A stump is here. A log rests on the stump.
CF \|
CF \| You can go south through a rusty gate into the pasture, or back north
CF \| to the creek.
CF \|
CF \| The cat follows you and slithers through some tall weeds, a fleeting
CF \| shadow.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "chop log"
CF ] Wooded Path
CF \| >
CF \| > CHOP LOG
CF \|
CF \| You raise the axe over your head and bring it down on the log with a
CF \| loud THWACK, sending pieces of wood to the ground.
CF \|
CF \| The axe turns to dust in your hands as you try to keep your grip on
CF \| it, and the words are lost forever, save one-- a single word which
CF \| floats to the ground:
CF \| It's the word "terror." It is jagged, with crooked black letters.
CF \| There's a small loop over the "T." It looks like you could thread
CF \| something through the loop.
CF \|
CF \| The wind kicks up a tiny dust devil, which whirls and breaks apart,
CF \| and the cat hisses at it.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take terror"
CF ] Wooded Path
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE TERROR
CF \|
CF \| Taken.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "That's quite a necklace we're building."
		Jacqueline says, "heh"
		Jacqueline asks, "Go back home?"
		DavidW says, "The hoop letters spell HEART."
		Jacqueline says, "<3"
		DavidW says, "And there's still one paper untaken."
		Jacqueline says, "Right"
		Jacqueline asks, "And also what do we thread them together with?"
		DavidW says, "But sure, take the firewood and take it home."
		DavidW says, "Maybe we have thread at home."
		Jacqueline says, "True"
		Jacqueline asks, "It also seems like our map has played out, right?"
		DavidW says, "yes"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Creek
CF \| >
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \| You trip over the firewood on the ground as you go down to the creek.
CF \|
CF \| Creek
CF \| A wide, shallow creek, rimmed with ice. Trees line the west bank:
CF \| black walnut, wild cherry, oak, the ubiquitous cedar. A high stone
CF \| bluff rises to the north, its limestone and granite layers a mosaic of
CF \| fossils. The stream's water flings itself joyfully, loudly into the
CF \| creek, where it swirls in small eddies, its voice lowering to a murmur
CF \| as the creek carries it away.
CF \|
CF \| You can go back east to the stream, or south up a wooded path.
CF \|
CF \| The cat follows you, slinking low and lithe.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Stream
CF \| >
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Stream
CF \| The icemelt stream burbles as it rushes west toward the creek, seeking
CF \| to join something larger.
CF \|
CF \| An enormous live oak tree towers over the stream, roots coming in and
CF \| out of the earth, through the stream, lifting the water and dropping
CF \| it in a tiered waterfall that sings in its own language.
CF \|
CF \| A torn piece of paper is fluttering high up in the tree's branches.
CF \|
CF \| You can follow the stream west to the creek, or go east to the ravine.
CF \|
CF \| The cat follows you, prowling aloof and agile.
CF \|
CF \| You catch a glimpse of a white-tailed deer running away out of the
CF \| corner of your eye. You turn to see it, but it's gone.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "HOLD"
		DavidW says, "Take the firewood"
		Jacqueline says, "Holding."
		Jacqueline says, "OH, did I not have it? Darn it."
		DavidW says, "You tripped over it just now."
		Jacqueline says, "Yeah."
		Jacqueline turns around.
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Creek
CF \| >
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Creek
CF \| A wide, shallow creek, rimmed with ice. Trees line the west bank:
CF \| black walnut, wild cherry, oak, the ubiquitous cedar. A high stone
CF \| bluff rises to the north, its limestone and granite layers a mosaic of
CF \| fossils. The stream's water flings itself joyfully, loudly into the
CF \| creek, where it swirls in small eddies, its voice lowering to a murmur
CF \| as the creek carries it away.
CF \|
CF \| You can go back east to the stream, or south up a wooded path.
CF \|
CF \| The cat follows you, skulking in the shadows.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "s"
CF ] Wooded Path
CF \| >
CF \| > S
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Wooded Path
CF \| A path through the woods, the old trees towering over you, their
CF \| branches sighing in the sharp wind as they lose their hold on the last
CF \| of their brown leaves, which rain down and crunch under your feet.
CF \|
CF \| A stump is here.
CF \|
CF \| You can go south through a rusty gate into the pasture, or back north
CF \| to the creek.
CF \|
CF \| You can see some pieces of firewood here.
CF \|
CF \| The cat follows you, sneaking fast and fierce.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take firewood"
CF ] Wooded Path
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE FIREWOOD
CF \|
CF \| Taken.
CF \|
CF \| You slip a bit on an icy patch, then regain your footing.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline asks, "I wonder if the firewood can help us reach that last one?"
		Jacqueline asks, "Maybe?"
		Knight_Otu says, "Hm."
		DavidW says, "Maybe try hitting that last paper with firewood, yeah."
		DavidW says, "worth a try"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Creek
CF \| >
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Creek
CF \| A wide, shallow creek, rimmed with ice. Trees line the west bank:
CF \| black walnut, wild cherry, oak, the ubiquitous cedar. A high stone
CF \| bluff rises to the north, its limestone and granite layers a mosaic of
CF \| fossils. The stream's water flings itself joyfully, loudly into the
CF \| creek, where it swirls in small eddies, its voice lowering to a murmur
CF \| as the creek carries it away.
CF \|
CF \| You can go back east to the stream, or south up a wooded path.
CF \|
CF \| The cat follows you, pounces on something, then darts away.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Stream
CF \| >
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Stream
CF \| The icemelt stream burbles as it rushes west toward the creek, seeking
CF \| to join something larger.
CF \|
CF \| An enormous live oak tree towers over the stream, roots coming in and
CF \| out of the earth, through the stream, lifting the water and dropping
CF \| it in a tiered waterfall that sings in its own language.
CF \|
CF \| A torn piece of paper is fluttering high up in the tree's branches.
CF \|
CF \| You can follow the stream west to the creek, or go east to the ravine.
CF \|
CF \| The cat follows you, rubs briefly against your leg, then skitters
CF \| away.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "get paper with firewood"
CF ] Stream
CF \| >
CF \| > GET PAPER WITH FIREWOOD
CF \|
CF \| I only understood you as far as wanting to get the torn piece of paper
CF \| in a tree.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "get paper"
CF ] Stream
CF \| >
CF \| > GET PAPER
CF \|
CF \| You can't reach it. It's too high up in the branches. If only you had
CF \| something that could knock it down.
CF \|
CF \| An unseen canyon wren warbles sweetly for a moment, then falls silent.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "throw firewood at paper"
CF ] Stream
CF \| >
CF \| > THROW FIREWOOD AT PAPER
CF \|
CF \| You throw the pieces of wood up, but they're heavy and the piece of
CF \| paper is so high up in the tree. You won't be able to throw the wood
CF \| that high. Perhaps there's another way that doesn't involve throwing
CF \| things.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] Stream
CF \| >
CF \| > I
CF \|
CF \| You are carrying:
CF \| the word "terror"
CF \| the word "hope"
CF \| the word "glass"
CF \| the word "fragile"
CF \| the word "burn"
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take firewood"
CF ] Stream
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE FIREWOOD
CF \|
CF \| Taken.
CF \|
CF \| The sun goes behind clouds, and the shadows deepen around you for a
CF \| moment.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu asks, "Stand on it?"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "drop firewood"
CF ] Stream
CF \| >
CF \| > DROP FIREWOOD
CF \|
CF \| Dropped.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "hit paper with firewood"
CF ] Stream
CF \| >
CF \| > HIT PAPER WITH FIREWOOD
CF \|
CF \| (first taking the pieces of firewood)
CF \| You would slay dragons to find the words and bring them home to her.
CF \| But the enemy cannot be seen, cannot be killed. You lower your raised
CF \| fists.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "stand on firewood"
CF ] Stream
CF \| >
CF \| > STAND ON FIREWOOD
CF \|
CF \| That's not something you want or need to do.
CF \|
CF \| A hidden raven croaks nearby, a lonely sound.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "oops, sorry"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take firewood"
CF ] Stream
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE FIREWOOD
CF \|
CF \| You already have that.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "Maybe build a ladder with it."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "hit paper with firewood"
CF ] Stream
CF \| >
CF \| > HIT PAPER WITH FIREWOOD
CF \|
CF \| You would slay dragons to find the words and bring them home to her.
CF \| But the enemy cannot be seen, cannot be killed. You lower your raised
CF \| fists.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Doesn't seem to matter."
		Knight_Otu says, "Didn't see likely, but worth a try."
		Jacqueline asks, "Violence is not the answer, DW? Don't you know that by now?"
		Jacqueline says, "I mean, except when it is the answer."
		DavidW says, "And sometimes violins is the answer."
		Jacqueline asks, "...it is?"
		Knight_Otu says, "He he."
		Jacqueline asks, "So, come back later, go home again now?"
		DavidW says, "well, it should be"
		Jacqueline says (to DW), "You should work that into a game one day."
		DavidW says, "yes. I support the go home idea."
		DavidW says (to Jacqueline), "yeah, I should."
		Knight_Otu says, "As I recall, violins weren't the answer for the king in Augmented Forth."
		DavidW says, "If I ever write a sequel to Easter Egg Hunt 2020."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF \| >
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \| The cat runs ahead of you to a spot by the rocks, and scratches
CF \| furiously at it, uncovering a small hole. Then it loses interest and
CF \| slinks away.
CF \|
CF \| PRESS ANY KEY TO CONTINUE		Jacqueline exclaims, "!"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "x hole"
CF ] Ravine
CF \| PRESS ANY KEY TO CONTINUE## Ravine
CF \| A spill of icemelt trickles over the ledge of rock into a small pool
CF \| which flows into a stream that runs, runs, runs down and away from the
CF \| gray rock, the velvet moss. This rock wall weeps water all year, a
CF \| rivulet that never stops talking as it splashes over the moss, the
CF \| rough stone, always leaving, seeking the creek below. It has formed
CF \| icicles now, glittering on the stone in cascades, dripping as a ray of
CF \| sun peeks through the branches and touches them.
CF \|
CF \| You can go north and up to the woods, or west following the stream to
CF \| the creek.
CF \|
CF \| A small dark cave is in the rock wall to the east behind the dripping
CF \| water.
CF \|
CF \| You can see a hole here.
CF \|
CF \| The cat follows you and slithers through some tall weeds, a fleeting
CF \| shadow.
CF \|
CF \| The sun spangles through the gray clouds, then fades.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "Very kitty."
		Jacqueline says, "Oh, oops. I guess I was supposed to hit space..."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "x hole"
CF ] Ravine
CF \| >
CF \| > X HOLE
CF \|
CF \| A small hole in the rocks.
CF \|
CF \| In the hole is a piece of paper.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take paper"
CF ] Ravine
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE PAPER
CF \|
CF \| Taken. It's a damp, torn piece of white paper that reads:
CF \|
CF \| Sphere of kind whimsy bobs up in the air,
CF \| the symbol of party, my ribbon dangles.
CF \| I am childhood happiness.
CF \| I will soar up and away,
CF \| brightly in play,
CF \| a joyful orb, delicate.
CF \|
CF \| What am I?
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "say balloon"
CF ] Ravine
CF \| >
CF \| > SAY BALLOON
CF \|
CF \| The piece of paper shimmers and swells, its words moving. They
CF \| rearrange and bloat, taking the shape of a balloon, its long ribbon
CF \| hanging down.
CF \|
CF \| You snatch the trailing ribbon of the balloon before it can float
CF \| away.
CF \|
CF \| The balloon tugs at your hand, longing to rise into the air.
CF \|
CF \| A hawk's shadow ripples over you as it wheels overhead, calling out.
CF \| It disappears behind the trees.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline asks, "I wonder what this is for?"
		Jacqueline says, "(Kidding.)"
		Knight_Otu says, ""Fly, fly away...""
		DavidW says, "to the branches"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "w"
CF ] Stream
CF \| >
CF \| > W
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Stream
CF \| The icemelt stream burbles as it rushes west toward the creek, seeking
CF \| to join something larger.
CF \|
CF \| An enormous live oak tree towers over the stream, roots coming in and
CF \| out of the earth, through the stream, lifting the water and dropping
CF \| it in a tiered waterfall that sings in its own language.
CF \|
CF \| A torn piece of paper is fluttering high up in the tree's branches.
CF \|
CF \| You can follow the stream west to the creek, or go east to the ravine.
CF \|
CF \| The cat follows you, slinking low and lithe.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline asks, "Wonder what the wording is for this?"
		DavidW says, "drop balloon"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "get paper with balloon"
CF ] Stream
CF \| >
CF \| > GET PAPER WITH BALLOON
CF \|
CF \| I only understood you as far as wanting to get the torn piece of paper
CF \| in a tree.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "SAVE"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "cf5"
CF \| >
CF \| > SAVE
CF \| %% Enter a save filename to write:
CF ] Stream
CF \| > SAVEOk.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "drop balloon"
CF ] Stream
CF \| >
CF \| > DROP BALLOON
CF \|
CF \| You let go of the balloon and it floats up to the branches overhead
CF \| and bumps into them before popping loudly. Its words break apart and
CF \| scatter like dust in the air.
CF \|
CF \| The explosion knocks the torn piece of paper out of the tree, and it
CF \| floats down, landing at your feet along with a single word, a remnant
CF \| of the balloon:
CF \| It's the word "ribbon." The letters of the word are spread out in a
CF \| long, winding, curling line, forming the ribbon which once tethered
CF \| the balloon.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take ribbon"
CF ] Stream
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE RIBBON
CF \|
CF \| You try to grab the ribbon, but the cat leaps on it and drags it away,
CF \| darting off to the east, toward the ravine.
CF \|
CF \| A sonorous crack rings through the woods as an icy branch breaks and
CF \| falls.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "I guess that's how we thread letters together."
		DavidW says, "yeah"
		Jacqueline says, "And of course the cat takes it."
		Knight_Otu says, "Once we convince kitty."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take paper"
CF ] Stream
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE PAPER
CF \|
CF \| Taken.
CF \|
CF \| A torn piece of paper that reads:
CF \|
CF \| When hope flares in me
CF \| I am as fragile as glass.
CF \| Or I burn with terror,
CF \| The silken ribbon of blood ripples through me,
CF \| Through loops to spell my name,
CF \| And makes me the pulsing center of life.
CF \| Saying my name is not enough.
CF \| You must build me, word by word.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "That's the answer."
		Jacqueline says, "HEART"
		Knight_Otu says, "Yeah."
		Jacqueline asks, "So, chase kitteh?"
		DavidW says, "yeah"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "e"
CF ] Ravine
CF \| >
CF \| > E
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Ravine
CF \| A spill of icemelt trickles over the ledge of rock into a small pool
CF \| which flows into a stream that runs, runs, runs down and away from the
CF \| gray rock, the velvet moss. This rock wall weeps water all year, a
CF \| rivulet that never stops talking as it splashes over the moss, the
CF \| rough stone, always leaving, seeking the creek below. It has formed
CF \| icicles now, glittering on the stone in cascades, dripping as a ray of
CF \| sun peeks through the branches and touches them.
CF \|
CF \| You can go north and up to the woods, or west following the stream to
CF \| the creek.
CF \|
CF \| A small dark cave is in the rock wall to the east behind the dripping
CF \| water.
CF \|
CF \| You can see the word "ribbon", a cat and a hole here.
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu exclaims, "Here, kitty kitty!"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take ribbon"
CF ] Ravine
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE RIBBON
CF \|
CF \| You try to grab the ribbon, but the cat leaps on it and drags it away,
CF \| darting off to the north, toward the winter woods.
CF \|
CF \| A cardinal flashes red overhead and is gone.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "I'm liking the cat less now."
		DavidW says, "Don't worry. It'll explode soon."
		Knight_Otu says, "Aw. :("
		Jacqueline says (to DW), "hahahaawww eek"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Winter Woods
CF \| >
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \| Winter Woods
CF \| Bare trees are tangled with greenbriar hanging in thorny curtains.
CF \| Birds call. They flash bright against the naked branches: cardinal
CF \| screams red; goldfinch blazes sun. The rocky path limned with ice is
CF \| at the base of the winding stone steps that lead north and up to your
CF \| home; or you can follow the path down and south into the ravine.
CF \|
CF \| You can see the word "ribbon" and a cat here.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "We lost all the other riddle words."
		Jacqueline asks, "Wait, we did?"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] Winter Woods
CF \| >
CF \| > I
CF \|
CF \| You are carrying:
CF \| a torn piece of paper with some writing on it
CF \| some pieces of firewood
CF \| the word "terror"
CF \| the word "hope"
CF \| the word "glass"
CF \| the word "fragile"
CF \| the word "burn"
CF \|
CF \| >		Knight_Otu says, "But kitty has endured."
		Jacqueline says, "Oh."
		Jacqueline says, "I get what you mean."
		DavidW says, "No CANDLE. No AXE. No DOOR. No WINDOW."
		Jacqueline nods.
		DavidW says, "No BUTTERFLY."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "pet cat"
CF ] Winter Woods
CF \| >
CF \| > PET CAT
CF \|
CF \| You reach out to pet the cat, but it darts away.
CF \|
CF \| The ice on the trees glitters in a passing ray of sun.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take ribbon"
CF ] Winter Woods
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE RIBBON
CF \|
CF \| You try to grab the ribbon, but the cat leaps on it and drags it away,
CF \| darting off to the north, toward your house.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Maybe the whole point is to lead us home."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Back Yard
CF \| >
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \| Back Yard
CF \| The back yard of your house, looking over the bluff that rises above
CF \| the creek. You can always hear the creek laughing to itself here. Your
CF \| back door is north, and the winding stone steps lead back down to the
CF \| woods.
CF \|
CF \| You can see the word "ribbon" and a cat here.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take ribbon"
CF ] Back Yard
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE RIBBON
CF \|
CF \| You try to grab the ribbon, but the cat runs away with it, dragging it
CF \| and playing with it.
CF \|
CF \| The wind kicks up a tiny dust devil, which whirls and breaks apart,
CF \| and the cat hisses at it.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline \| >HIT CAT WITH FIREWOOD
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "play with cat"
CF ] Back Yard
CF \| >
CF \| > PLAY WITH CAT
CF \|
CF \| I only understood you as far as wanting to play.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "play"
CF ] Back Yard
CF \| >
CF \| > PLAY
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Parser-based Interactive Fiction, like this game, is played by reading
CF \| the story and typing responses (verb object). Useful verbs are
CF \| EXAMINE, GET, GIVE, DROP, etc. Begin by examining objects around you,
CF \| and examining yourself. To examine an object, type "examine hat" or
CF \| simply "x hat." To examine yourself, type "x me." To see your
CF \| inventory, type "i".
CF \|
CF \| You almost never have to type the full object description. For
CF \| instance, if the game tells you there is a shiny white diamond here,
CF \| you can type "x shiny," or "x white," or "x diamond."
CF \|
CF \| You can move in the directions the game indicates by typing directions
CF \| like "n" for "north," or "u" for "up", etc. If you want to see the
CF \| full description of the room you're in again, type "look" or just "l."
CF \|
CF \| Playing through a parser IF game requires careful reading and
CF \| attention to detail. Examine everything, make a map of the game, and
CF \| experiment to find out what you can and cannot do.
CF \|
CF \| A very good primer for playing IF can be found at
CF \| [LINK]
CF \|
CF \| Type PLAY to come back to these instructions.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "OH NO"
		Jacqueline says, "haha"
		DavidW says, "Go north with the firewood."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "n"
CF ] Home
CF \| >
CF \| > N
CF \|
CF \| As you open the door, the cat darts inside, pulling the ribbon along
CF \| with it.
CF \|
CF \| Home
CF \| You open the door with cold hands and come home. Your house is chilly,
CF \| the fire in the fireplace dying, the embers giving off a faint heat.
CF \| She's here, sitting on the sofa and gazing absently at the fire,
CF \| holding a book she can't read. She sees you, smiles and nods, returns
CF \| her gaze to the fire.
CF \|
CF \| You can see the word "ribbon" and a cat here.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "build fire"
CF ] Home
CF \| >
CF \| > BUILD FIRE
CF \|
CF \| That's not something you want or need to do.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "* Home is where the Heart is *"
		Jacqueline says, "awwwwwwww"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "put wood in fireplace"
CF ] Home
CF \| >
CF \| > PUT WOOD IN FIREPLACE
CF \|
CF \| You put the pieces of log on the dying fire, and they blaze up
CF \| immediately, the fire crackling and sparking. The cat somberly regards
CF \| this and looks briefly at you with narrowed eyes. It gracefully leaps
CF \| into the fireplace, burning to ashes within seconds, giving off a
CF \| shower of sparks like a crowd of stars.
CF \|
CF \| A single word floats to the floor, all that remains of the cat:
CF \| It's the word "silken." Its letters are sleek and soft.
CF \| The word "silken" twists into the ribbon on the floor, changing it.
CF \| The ribbon is now smooth, sleek, and silky.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "DANG"
		Knight_Otu exclaims, "KITTY!"
		Jacqueline says, "f take silken"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take silken"
CF ] Home
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE SILKEN
CF \|
CF \| Taken.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "take ribbon"
CF ] Home
CF \| >
CF \| > TAKE RIBBON
CF \|
CF \| You already have that.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "ah, they are now synonymous"
		DavidW says, "silken ribbon, yes"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "make heart"
CF ] Home
CF \| >
CF \| > MAKE HEART
CF \|
CF \| That's not something you want or need to do.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "i"
CF ] Home
CF \| >
CF \| > I
CF \|
CF \| You are carrying:
CF \| a silken ribbon
CF \| a torn piece of paper with some writing on it
CF \| the word "terror"
CF \| the word "hope"
CF \| the word "glass"
CF \| the word "fragile"
CF \| the word "burn"
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "thread hope"
CF ] Home
CF \| >
CF \| > THREAD HOPE
CF \|
CF \| What do you want to thread the word "hope" in?
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "thread hope in ribbon"
CF ] Home
CF \| >
CF \| > THREAD HOPE IN RIBBON
CF \|
CF \| You carefully insert the soft, silken left end of the ribbon into the
CF \| loop on the "H" of hope, which now dangles from the ribbon.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "thread fragile in ribbon"
CF ] Home
CF \| >
CF \| > THREAD FRAGILE IN RIBBON
CF \|
CF \| You carefully insert the soft, silken left end of the ribbon into the
CF \| loop on the "E" of fragile, which now dangles from the ribbon. The
CF \| looped letters now spell H-E.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline says, "Oh, gotta do it piece by piece in order. Got it."
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "thread glass in ribbon"
CF ] Home
CF \| >
CF \| > THREAD GLASS IN RIBBON
CF \|
CF \| You carefully insert the soft, silken left end of the ribbon into the
CF \| loop on the "A" of glass, which now dangles from the ribbon. The
CF \| looped letters now spell H-E-A.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "thread burn in ribbon"
CF ] Home
CF \| >
CF \| > THREAD BURN IN RIBBON
CF \|
CF \| You carefully insert the soft, silken left end of the ribbon into the
CF \| loop on the "R" of burn, which now dangles from the ribbon. The looped
CF \| letters now spell H-E-A-R.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "thread terror in ribbon"
CF ] Home
CF \| >
CF \| > THREAD TERROR IN RIBBON
CF \|
CF \| You carefully insert the soft, silken left end of the ribbon into the
CF \| loop on the "T" of terror, which now dangles from the ribbon.
CF \|
CF \| The piece of paper shimmers and rounds, becoming a glass heart in your
CF \| hands, flowing into the words on the silk ribbon and crystallizing.
CF \| Fragile and burning with hope, sharp with terror, it refracts the
CF \| light, the words still visible in its faceted surface. It's a necklace
CF \| with the heart as a pendant, twinkling like a jewel.
CF \|
CF \| >
DavidW says (to ClubFloyd), "x heart"
CF ] Home
CF \| >
CF \| > X HEART
CF \|
CF \| A heart-shaped pendant made of glass hanging from a silken ribbon. You
CF \| can still see words in it if you tilt it just right:
CF \|
CF \| As fragile as glass
CF \| Burning with hope and terror
CF \| I am the heart.
CF \|
CF \| >		DavidW says, "I bet wearing it ends the game."
		DavidW says, "Or breaking it."
Knight_Otu says (to ClubFloyd), "x mother"
CF ] Home
CF \| >
CF \| > X MOTHER
CF \|
CF \| Your mother, old and gray and full of sleep and nodding by the fire,
CF \| deep shadows in her eyes. She's holding a book she can no longer read.
CF \|
CF \| >		Jacqueline asks, "Do we wear it, or give it to her?"
		DavidW says, "oh. I completely missed mother."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "SAVE"
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "cf6"
CF \| >
CF \| > SAVE
CF \| %% Enter a save filename to write:
CF ] Home
CF \| > SAVEOk.
CF \|
CF \| >
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "give heart to mother"
CF ] Home
CF \| >
CF \| > GIVE HEART TO MOTHER
CF \|
CF \| You hold the necklace out to her and her eyes light up, recognizing
CF \| her lost words. She takes it and loops it around your neck so the
CF \| glass heart lies on your chest. She puts her hand over it and pushes,
CF \| and you gasp as its edges cut into you, as the heart burns into you.
CF \| The words are yours because she gave them to you, taught you to love
CF \| them. You will always carry them in your hopeful, fragile heart; but
CF \| they are lost to her forever.
CF \|
CF \| You kneel in front of her and put your head in her lap as you used to
CF \| when you were a child, when the loss was too big to comprehend.
CF \|
CF \| She bends over and strokes your hair and you see a single word, the
CF \| last of a once-great library, flickering behind her eyes. You hear it
CF \| fluttering, frightened and alone in the empty rooms, avoiding the
CF \| blaze consuming the bookshelves. And she lets it go, breathing it out
CF \| softly against your face where it blows apart and lands like glitter,
CF \| like snow, like tears against your cheeks:
CF \|
CF \| love.
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| * The End *
CF \|
CF \| Would you like to read the author's end notes? >		DavidW says, "yes, and that was lovely"
		Jacqueline says, "Yeah. It was."
		Jacqueline says, "A simple, lovely, well-executed work."
		Jacqueline says, "I guess it's probably not worthwhile to explore the other things we wanted to try..."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "yes"
CF \| Would you like to read the author's end notes? >
CF \| > YES
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| My mother has Primary Progressive Aphasia, a form of dementia which
CF \| attacks the language center of the brain first. This is an especially
CF \| cruel disease for our family, because my mother's main joy in life has
CF \| always been language. She was a novelist, a lover of poetry, a major
CF \| talker with a vast lexicon. Now her words have slowed to a trickle,
CF \| and we watch them disappear day by day along with her sanity.
CF \|
CF \| The decision to write about this depressing subject was spurred by two
CF \| recent games: Mike Russo's autobiographical game Sting, and
CF \| N. Cormier's short game This Person Is Not My Father. These
CF \| games tackled love and disease and loss in honest, heartfelt ways that
CF \| spoke to me, and I wanted to try and exorcise some of the pain and
CF \| grief caused by the loss of my mother's words.
CF \|
CF \| I also found inspiration in some of my mother's favorite poems.
CF \| William Butler Yeats' masterpiece When You Are Old is quoted
CF \| here and there throughout the game. Elizabeth Bishop's poem One
CF \| Art is deeply ingrained in this game's psyche. Its words sink
CF \| ever deeper into me as I grow older and accumulate more loss. It is
CF \| not in the public domain; otherwise it would be quoted in this game,
CF \| as would Sylvia Plath's Mirror, a wonderful poem about aging.
CF \|
CF \| In the game, I used a form of poetry called "concrete poetry," in
CF \| which the words of the poem take the shape of the subject of the work.
CF \| There are some great concrete poems out there; I particularly
CF \| recommend John Hollander's Swan and Shadow.
CF \|
CF \| The game is set on my property in the beautiful Texas Hill Country;
CF \| the locations are depicted as I saw them after an ice storm in
CF \| February (with a little poetic license), with my mother's lost
CF \| language weighing so heavy on my heart.
CF \|
CF \| PRESS ANY KEY TO CONTINUE		DavidW says, "Not difficult either, but I don't think it was meant to be difficult in any way."
		Knight_Otu says, "No wonder the writing was so heartflt."
		Knight_Otu says, "*heartfelt."
		DavidW says, "yeah"
		Jacqueline says, "Yes."
Jacqueline says (to ClubFloyd), "press space"
CF ] Home
CF \| PRESS ANY KEY TO CONTINUEThanks to my wonderful testers: Drew Cook,
CF \| Dark Star, Jade, Zed Lopez, Mathbrush, Eva Radke, Edo Rajh, and Mike
CF \| Russo. I could never get anything done without their generous help.
CF \| Thanks to Emily Short for her extensions Basic Screen Effects and
CF \| Glulx Image Centering, and to Gavin Lambert for his extension Exit
CF \| Lister. And deep and abiding thanks to everyone at the intfiction.org
CF \| forums, who are always so patient with my questions.
CF \|
CF \| Thanks to my mother, who every day modeled the joyful literacy and
CF \| love of language that has defined my life.
CF \|
CF \| Thanks always to my sweetheart Tom, who took me and my whole family on
CF \| with such grace.
CF \|
CF \| --Amanda Walker
CF \|
CF \| PS: If you find a bug or want to send me a transcript or feedback,
CF \| please email me at beachwalkera@gmail.com
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| * The End *
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \|
CF \| Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last
CF \| command?
CF \| >		Jacqueline asks, "Wait, were any images described to us? I wonder if the images described were the poems themselves?"
		DavidW says, "I think so."
		Knight_Otu says, "Whatever they were, they were integrated seamlessly."
		Jacqueline says, "Hm. Wonder if we should write her about that bit you found at the beginning, Knight."
		Knight_Otu asks, "About the reader description switch?"
		Jacqueline says, "Yeah"
		Knight_Otu says, "I think she'd probably like to know."
		DavidW says, "I think she'd like to see the entire transcript."
		Knight_Otu says, "Yeah, I would suggest sending the transcript in full."
		Jacqueline nods.
		Knight_Otu says, "Lovely, sad game today."
		Jacqueline says, "Yes. Beautiful and touching."