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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2019 1:48 am
by Iconeum
enjoy poetry

Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2019 1:49 am
by Charles510
>enjoy poetry
You realise that, although the Vogon poetry is indeed astoundingly bad, worse things happen at sea, and in fact, at school. With an effort for which Hercules himself would have patted you on the back, you grit your teeth and enjoy the stuff.

"As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee."

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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2019 1:51 am
by Iconeum
enjoy poetry

Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2019 1:51 am
by Charles510
>enjoy poetry
Hey, let's not overdo it, okay?

"Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes."

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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2019 10:12 am
by Gamma Emerald
>Wait.

Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2019 10:18 am
by Charles510
>wait
Time passes...

"And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles, or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don't!"

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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2019 10:39 am
by Gamma Emerald
>clap

Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2019 11:12 am
by Charles510
>clap
If you want to enjoy the poetry, just type that.

"You looked like you enjoyed my poem. I think...yes, I think I'll read the NEXT verse, also!"

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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2019 8:25 pm
by Iconeum
wait

Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2019 10:45 pm
by Charles510
Hold on, my machine rebooted in a damn update. Lost the gamestate, have to reconstruct it.

Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2019 10:51 pm
by Iconeum
Load ICONHAZFISH

Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2019 10:55 pm
by Charles510
THE HITCHHIKER'S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY
Infocom interactive fiction - a science fiction story
Copyright (c) 1984 by Infocom, Inc. All rights reserved.
Release 59 / Serial number 851108

You wake up. The room is spinning very gently round your head. Or at least it would be if you could see it which you can't.

It is pitch black.

>restore

Please supply a filename for restore: ICONHAZFISH
Ok.

>verbose
Maximum verbosity.

Vogon Hold
This is a squalid room filled with grubby mattresses, unwashed cups, and unidentifiable bits of smelly alien underwear. A door lies to port, and an airlock lies to starboard. Your gown is hanging from a hook and a towel is draped over a drain on the floor.
There is a satchel here, resting in front of the tiny robot panel.
There is a thing your aunt gave you which you don't know what it is here.
Ford is in the corner, snoring loudly.
Along one wall is a tall dispensing machine.
In the corner is a glass case with a switch and a keyboard.
It looks like the glass case contains:
an atomic vector plotter

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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2019 11:07 pm
by Iconeum
flip switch

Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2019 11:08 pm
by Charles510
>flip switch
A recording plays: "To open the case, type in the first word from the second verse of the Captain's current favourite poem. WARNING: An incorrect input will cause the case to explode."

An announcement is coming over the ship's intercom. "This is the Captain. My instruments show that we've picked up a couple of hitchhikers. I hate freeloaders, and when my guards find you I'll have you thrown into space. On second thought, maybe I'll read you some of my poetry first. Repeating..."

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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2019 11:18 pm
by Iconeum
get everything

Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2019 11:18 pm
by Iconeum
wear gown

Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2019 11:20 pm
by Charles510
>get everything
I don't know the word "everything".

>get all
satchel: Taken.
thing your aunt gave you which you don't know what it is: Taken.
towel: Taken.
your gown: Taken.
keyboard: Not bloody likely.

An announcement is coming over the ship's intercom. "This is the Captain. My instruments show that we've picked up a couple of hitchhikers. I hate freeloaders, and when my guards find you I'll have you thrown into space. On second thought, maybe I'll read you some of my poetry first. Repeating..."

>wear gown
You are now wearing your gown.

Guards burst in and grab you and Ford, who comes slowly awake. They drag you down the corridor to a large cabin, where they strap you into large, menacing chairs...

Captain's Quarters, in the poetry appreciation chair
This is the cabin of the Vogon Captain. You and Ford are strapped into poetry appreciation chairs.
The Captain is indescribably hideous, indescribably blubbery, and indescribably mid-to-dark green. He is holding samples of his favourite poetry.

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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2019 11:24 pm
by Iconeum
Captain, release us

Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2019 11:29 pm
by Charles510
>Captain, release us
I don't know the word "release".

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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2019 11:38 pm
by Iconeum
wait

Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2019 11:39 pm
by Charles510
>wait
Time passes...

"If he's going to read us his poetry," mutters Ford, sweating profusely, "just pray he softens us up with some cudgels first..."

"Hello, hitchhikers!" begins the Vogon Captain. "I've decided to read you a verse of my poetry!"

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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2019 11:57 pm
by Iconeum
look

Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2019 5:06 am
by Charles510
>look
Captain's Quarters, in the poetry appreciation chair
This is the cabin of the Vogon Captain. You and Ford are strapped into poetry appreciation chairs.
The Captain is indescribably hideous, indescribably blubbery, and indescribably mid-to-dark green. He is holding samples of his favourite poetry.

"Oh freddled gruntbuggly, thy nacturations are to me!"

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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2019 10:53 pm
by Iconeum
enjoy poetry

Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2019 10:54 pm
by Charles510
>enjoy poetry
You realise that, although the Vogon poetry is indeed astoundingly bad, worse things happen at sea, and in fact, at school. With an effort for which Hercules himself would have patted you on the back, you grit your teeth and enjoy the stuff.

"As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee."

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