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| Thread Review (Newest First) |
| Posted by Orange Juice Goose - 05-20-2019, 03:58 AM |
| Examine Lawn |
| Posted by ಠ_ಠ - 05-20-2019, 02:13 AM |
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>Make sure there are no lawn gnomes spying on us from dark corners. That's not a verb I recognize. [Type 'Help' to see a list of commands] >_ |
| Posted by Orange Juice Goose - 05-20-2019, 02:10 AM |
| Make sure there are no lawn gnomes spying on us from dark corners. |
| Posted by ಠ_ಠ - 05-20-2019, 01:50 AM |
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>Object Placement ************************************************************************************************************************ ....Asset Loaded. Recompiling......OK Scanning for Cohesive Consciousness.....1 found Attaching assets......OK Restarting instance ************************************************************************************************************************ ██████████████████████████████████████████████████ ██████████████████████████████████████████████████ ██████████████████████████████████████████████████ ██████████████████████████████████████████████████ ██████████████████████████████████████████████████ ██████████████████████████████████████████████████ ██████████████████████████████████████████████████ ██████████████████████████████████████████████████ ██████████████████████████████████████████████████ [Your score has increased by 5 points] Walking through the empty woods, you spy an old, broken down house in a clearing ahead of you. It's a modest, white, two-story thing that seems to have been abandoned for some time. You can see the entire structure tilting slightly to the left, as if a nasty storm was on the verge of blowing it over. You will need a place to sleep tonight, and for safety's sake you'd rather not do so under the stars. Considering the state of the place, you're going to have to figure out how to get inside first. Gragin's Text Adventure Copyright 1999 Chris Maitsad Release 2.1/ Serial Number Zx002qRfT / Inform v6.30 Library 6/11 S FRONT LAWN You have arrived at the front yard of the house. A brown and withered lawn holds many secrets. There is nothing but darkness and dense foliage behind you. The Moon hangs silently over your head as you observe the area. The house, to the North, is barricaded from entry. Obvious exits are West, to the garden, and a path to the Northeast around the house. >_ |
| Posted by RedGreenBlue - 05-09-2019, 11:25 AM |
| Object Placement. |
| Posted by ಠ_ಠ - 05-09-2019, 08:24 AM |
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"What the fuck," you said, your voice shaking with barely contained rage, "did you do to me." "We saved you." "No. I can't fucking walk. What did you do." The man grinned that practiced smile again. "You know how otaru works. It inflames the nervous system, degrading it as it spreads through body, until it hits the brain. By the time it progresses to your conscious mind, the damage is already done." You stared at the wall, not wanting to look at the man as you spoke. "So... this is permanent, then? It's not some kind of drug-induced effect. I'm not going to get my legs back." The man reached under his seat, and tossed a folder onto your lap. "Read for yourself. They were still monitoring you normally, until about two weeks ago. It's all in there." Your hands shook. The report was curt, but there was enough information to gather what you needed. Stage III otaru-induced spinal neuropathy. Inflammation of the brainstem. Projected complete loss of motor function below the abdomen. Projected degradation of motor function in the upper abdomen. Brain lesion-induced seizures. You would need medical care for the rest of your life. You looked at the man again. "So..." "So. You can refuse to help us, as you have in the past. That's your right. We won't hold that against you, neither will we demand payment for the assistance we just gave you. Rather gracious, don't you think?" "But if I refuse, you leave me where I am." "No reason to house you if you're just going to take up space," the man said casually. "The clock's run out. We don't have the time or the resources to run a charity. You're resourceful, I'm sure, but considering the state of the city outside I doubt you're resourceful enough to make it very far on your own." Your heart raced, the barely contained panic of someone who knew they were trapped and couldn't escape. "What would... What would you have me do?" The man beamed, from ear to ear. "We're restarting it, Doctor." "Restarting what?" The man leaned towards you, his eyes shining with manic intensity. "Oneiori." [ ] [...] MEMORY LEAK DETECTED. PAUSING ITERATION Zx002qRfT. STATUS CHECK: Warning! Maximum entropy level decreased! Running diagnostic..... Custom recovery system found. Using latest version.... ************************************************************************************************************************ cl.recover version 8.2 Maximum entropy decreased! Good job! Checking meshed mutagenic codeform.... Codeform: Inform Z-Machine 6.30, circa 1999. Checking compatible assets..... Assets Generated. Please choose an asset. Current entropy levels mandate a single choice. Perceptual bundle included. 1) Open/Close function. 2) Expanded directional library 3) Object placement ************************************************************************************************************************ >_ |
| Posted by skinstealer - 05-07-2019, 05:16 AM |
| demand to know what he gave you Does, and if it really only "cures" |
| Posted by ಠ_ಠ - 05-06-2019, 03:35 AM |
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Hearing about GeoTrust made your emotions come forward before your actual processing mind could remember what it was. You still weren't all together yet, it seemed. GeoTrust, you remembered. A consortium of energy and technology companies that came together in the last half of the century, a while before clouds stopped forming in the sky. Proportedly to help stem the worst effects of global warming, in actuality it hastened them by investing heavily in weakening global politics and consolidating power in preparation for what was likely going to be a worldwide famine. Despite what they published, their research and development teams were lagging behind their own projections. There weren't enough bodies, weren't enough minds, weren't enough people anymore with the training to keep up. Which meant-- "Oh no. I'm not working for you. I already said no." "I do understand, ma'am. You have made that very clear. I would, however, ask you to consider your predicament." Your eyebrows furrowed as you realized you felt personally insulted by this man. "My predicament? Our predicament. You did nothing while we all died--" "--While you all died," he said, staring directly into your eyes. "Trust me, ma'am, the consortium has a plan. It doesn't have to end here." You laughed bitterly. "I'm sure. What have you got, huh? A time machine? A magic ritual to bring the rain back? A cure for otaru?" "Well," he said, with a genuine smirk this time, "we actually do have one of those." He held up a syringe, still attached to the line leading into your IV bag. You stared, dumbfounded. "You actually... I mean, you did it?" "We definitely did," he said, "as your current condition can attest to. We only have limited resources, however, and considering the situation we are taking a big risk here giving it to you." You thought for a moment. "I see. Well, that still doesn't change anything. I didn't ask to be cured, and I'm not going to take a job with you. Thank you for your help, but I'll be leaving now." You got up from your bed to head out of the room. Or at least, you should have. You realized, with dawning horror, that your legs would not move. You touched them, tentatively, and felt nothing. No matter what you tried, your legs felt completely dead. The man gestured to the empty beds and deserted staff counters. "I believe now you may be realizing your predicament." >_ |
| Posted by RedGreenBlue - 05-06-2019, 02:19 AM |
| What's GeoTrust? |
| Posted by ಠ_ಠ - 05-04-2019, 08:13 PM |
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"I... can hear you now. Where... where am I and who are you?" The man grinned in a way that struck you as practiced, as if he had spent hours in front of a mirror trying to get it just right. "You're in St. Paul's Regional Hospital," he said, "and you've been out of it for a while. Otaru. Japanese flu." He took out a pen from his suit pocket -- you noticed now, he was dressed in a sharp suit, like he had just come from some board meeting -- and scribbled something on his notepad before he continued. "We got here just in time to pull you back from the brink." You searched your mind for memories, remembering otaru. You didn't remember being put here or contracting it, but you didn't remember a lot. Your head, for its part, gave you a decisive bolt of pain as you dredged up the information to your consciousness. "I got otaru?" "Yes," he said, "about a month ago. Antivirals were stretched thin already when you showed up," he glanced around the deserted hospital, "and considering the state of the area it's kind of a miracle we were able to find you and bring you back in the first place." Your mind swam a bit as you considered what this meant. Someone had taken you in, despite your express desire against it. Left to rot in this empty shell of a building. Had there even been anyone there to take you? You then noticed your hospital gown, bracelet, and heart monitor, and decided there must have been. "Okay," you said, "okay I got otaru. That makes sense. But you still haven't told me who you are." He smiled that constructed smile again, as he said, "I'm Tom Hanson, and I'm from GeoTrust." GeoTrust. Your heart sank. >_ |
| Posted by Pichi2214 - 05-04-2019, 07:48 PM |
| >say "I... can hear you now. Where... where am I and who are you?" |
| Posted by ಠ_ಠ - 05-04-2019, 07:45 PM |
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| Posted by Pichi2214 - 05-04-2019, 06:56 PM |
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>take ▓▞░ꦁ⡄ >west >west |
| Posted by ಠ_ಠ - 05-04-2019, 06:51 PM |
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>examine ▓▞░ꦁ⡄ ?о1??險???籓ʛjTῆذ?ņ????6?x2ꌹSꙕݶA ?耣?饦ꕿRΆ鳕鯙T곛-ﱠ?J??嗠,6㛭??g>ݓrڏܟђ箟 ?ݔꏦ%9݂iF玄d?ᚅ?}䰨?Ѫ먒J됦??ō傊$͠ઓ-|? &sĮ?(?먭?hЂs?ȱ|????㐏%볱Dz?ᅤԶ洎??ﺙ@ѕ橁 k?t#N㣹?픐?娥i??-?䩛?戕͎?vƝсC܊乭쒝ګۼ߅ꨇl >_ |
| Posted by Pichi2214 - 05-04-2019, 06:28 PM |
| >examine ▓▞░ꦁ⡄ |
| Posted by ಠ_ಠ - 05-04-2019, 06:51 AM |
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>search lunchbox As you attempt to search the lunchbox, you see it flicker like an image on a projector screen. It becomes translucent for a moment. Suddenly, a ▓▞░ꦁ⡄falls from the lunchbox and lands on the floor. >_ |
| Posted by Azure - 05-03-2019, 08:56 PM |
| >Search Lunchbox |
| Posted by ಠ_ಠ - 05-03-2019, 04:19 PM |
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>examine ceiling You can't see anything of note on the ceiling. >score You have so far scored 0 out of a possible 500, in 30 turns, earning you the Rank of Bumbler. >examine big lunch (the lunchbox) It's one of those old metal ones nobody uses anymore. There is a faded picture of Action Squid shooting a planet to smithereens on the lid. You can hear something rattling around inside when you shake it. >_ |
| Posted by RedGreenBlue - 05-03-2019, 04:08 AM |
| >examine big lunch |
| Posted by Pichi2214 - 04-29-2019, 10:43 AM |
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>examine ceiling >score |
| Posted by ಠ_ಠ - 04-29-2019, 06:17 AM |
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>east DECREPIT HALL >take cloth You attempt to take the cloth from the mouth of the deer's head carving. You pull on it and find that it's stuck in place. The cloth rips and half of it comes away in your hands. You hear a thunk from above you. You got a half a deer's tongue (cloth). >_ |
| Posted by Pichi2214 - 04-27-2019, 04:39 PM |
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>east >take cloth |
| Posted by ಠ_ಠ - 04-27-2019, 12:23 PM |
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> Exit West STONE FOYER >_ |
| Posted by victorianflorist - 04-27-2019, 12:21 PM |
| > Exit West |
| Posted by ಠ_ಠ - 04-27-2019, 12:21 PM |
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>snap off the deers antlers That's not a verb I recognize. >_ |
| Posted by victorianflorist - 04-27-2019, 12:20 PM |
| > snap off the deers antlers |
| Posted by ಠ_ಠ - 04-27-2019, 12:18 PM |
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>examine deer's head It appears to be a very worn stone carving of a deer's head. The right antlers have broken off. Its mouth is just slightly open, and you can see a piece of cloth hanging from it. >examine inscription You can just make out the inscription on the pedestal below the carving. It reads: Below my creatures seek, The One who c░▚▛▓ hey if your actually real this will help: i packed you a big lunch ; ) ▒▛▓▗&hose who come home again. >_ |
| Posted by Pichi2214 - 04-27-2019, 12:12 PM |
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>examine deer's head >examine inscription |
| Posted by ಠ_ಠ - 04-27-2019, 12:10 PM |
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>east DECREPIT HALL You arrive in what appears to be a hallway connecting two different rooms. You can faintly make out different stone carvings of various animals lining the walls. Ahead of you is a large stone pedestal, on which sits a carving of a deer's head. Below the deer's head is an inscription. The exit North has collapsed and is nothing but rubble. You can see an exit West into a foyer. >_ |
| Posted by Pichi2214 - 04-27-2019, 12:06 PM |
| >east |
| Posted by ಠ_ಠ - 04-27-2019, 12:02 PM |
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>descend ladder (go Down ladder) You climb down the ladder, into STONE FOYER You arrive in what appears to be a crumbling foyer, with stone walls and floor. Whatever furniture was once here has crumbled into a rotting mess. Despite no apparent light source, you can clearly see two pathways out of here. There is a door to the West, and a doorway to the East. >down You do not have the tools necessary to dig through the stone floor. >_ |
| Posted by Pichi2214 - 04-27-2019, 11:58 AM |
| >down |
| Posted by victorianflorist - 04-27-2019, 11:57 AM |
| > Descend Ladder |
| Posted by ಠ_ಠ - 04-27-2019, 11:55 AM |
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>west GARDEN >take wooden planks You take a wooden planks. A wooden planks is too large to carry. You drop a wooden planks. The well is uncovered, revealing a ladder leading downwards. You cannot see the bottom. >_ |
| Posted by Pichi2214 - 04-27-2019, 11:52 AM |
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(Okay nevermind what I was trying to do) >west >take wooden planks |
| Posted by ಠ_ಠ - 04-27-2019, 11:35 AM |
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>east FRONT LAWN >north The house is barricaded from this side, and prevents entry. >east You glance at the forest surrounding the clearing. It is far too thick and obscured in darkness for you to find your way back. You cannot go East. >_ |
| Posted by Pichi2214 - 04-27-2019, 11:19 AM |
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>east >north >east (I hope I understand this correctly.. And it works like I think it does) |
| Posted by ಠ_ಠ - 04-25-2019, 08:44 AM |
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>examine well The old well in the center of the garden appears at first glance to be a loose pile of stones in the shape of a circle, considering all of the grass growing in between the stones and their misshapen roundness. You can see a collapsed wooden beam on one side where presumably some kind of pulley mechanism one hung. The top of the well is currently covered by some wooden planks. >_ |
| Posted by cosmo - 04-25-2019, 06:26 AM |
| examine well |
| Posted by ಠ_ಠ - 04-25-2019, 04:58 AM |
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>go west! You head West. GARDEN A bit less dessicated than the front lawn, the garden is full of overgrown plants as tall as you. A sickly-sweet chemical smell, kind of like old antifreeze, permeates between various clusters of shrubs and wilted flowers. Despite the abundance of plant life, the garden is dead quiet, lacking any kind of movement or noise from the wind or chittering insects. You can just make out what you think is an old well in the center of the garden. The only way you can see out of here is to the East, from where you came. >_ |
| Posted by cosmo - 04-25-2019, 04:21 AM |
| go west! |
| Posted by ಠ_ಠ - 04-25-2019, 03:30 AM |
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> Go EAST. You glance at the forest surrounding the clearing. It is far too thick and obscured in darkness for you to find your way back. You cannot go East. >_ |
| Posted by RedGreenBlue - 04-25-2019, 12:16 AM |
| Go EAST. |
| Posted by ಠ_ಠ - 04-24-2019, 11:46 PM |
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>go Northeast around the house. I only understood you as far as "go North". The house is barricaded from this side, and prevents entry. >look around to see what you can find I only understood you as far as "look". FRONT LAWN You have arrived at the front yard of the house. A brown and withered lawn holds many secrets. There is nothing but darkness and dense foliage behind you. The Moon hangs silently over your head as you observe the area. The house, to the North, is barricaded from entry. Obvious exits are West, to the garden, and a path to the Northeast around the house. >_ |
| Posted by Pichi2214 - 04-24-2019, 09:27 PM |
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>go Northeast around the house once arrived there >look around to see what you can find |
| Posted by ಠ_ಠ - 04-24-2019, 09:22 PM |
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>examine lawn The lawn in front of the house is dry and dessicated. You can hear the leaves crunching beneath your feet, even if the darkness of your surroundings makes it hard to discern exactly what's there. You think you see shapes moving through the overgrown grass, although you can't be sure if that is something tangible or just the wind. >_ |
| Posted by cosmo - 04-24-2019, 08:11 PM |
| examine lawn |
| Posted by ಠ_ಠ - 04-24-2019, 10:31 AM |
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>examine lunchbox It's one of those old metal ones nobody uses anymore. There is a faded picture of Action Squid shooting a planet to smithereens on the lid. You can hear something rattling around inside when you shake it. >examine necklace It's mainly a string with colored beads threaded through it. A tag with the words "WESTCHESTER CHRISTIAN BIBLE STUDY" hangs off the front. You found this in your backpack. >_ |
| Posted by Pichi2214 - 04-24-2019, 10:13 AM |
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>examine lunchbox (maybe something is still on it) >examine necklace (is it important to us?) |
| Posted by ಠ_ಠ - 04-24-2019, 10:12 AM |
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>take lawn You cannot take that. >Inventory You are carrying: cheap necklace lunchbox (closed) backpack (empty) butter knife >_ |
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