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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2020 3:33 pm
by Nancy Drew 39
/in

Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2020 3:44 pm
by Charles510
Go ahead Nancy, give a command!

Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2020 3:47 pm
by Nancy Drew 39
In post 1151, Charles510 wrote:
Go ahead Nancy, give a command!
I need to read up on the game first, don’t I? What kind of command should I give?

Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2020 3:52 pm
by Farren
How familiar are you with text adventure games?

Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2020 6:42 am
by Charles510
Here's a quick review of what we've done so far:
>smell
(darkness)
It does smell a bit. There's something pungent being waved under your nose. Your head begins to clear. You can make out a shadow moving in the dark.

>examine shadow
The shadow is vaguely Ford Prefect-shaped.

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.
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

Ford removes the bottle of Santraginean Mineral Water which he's been waving under your nose. He tells you that you are aboard a Vogon spaceship, and gives you some peanuts.

>grab satchel
Ford says, "Hey, Arthur, keep your hands off my satchel!"

>Open satchel
You can't. It's not yours. It's Ford's and it's private.

You begin to feel distinctly groggy.

>put junk mail into satchel
Inspection reveals that the satchel isn't open.

You begin to feel indistinctly groggy.

>eat peanuts
You feel stronger as the peanuts replace some of the protein you lost in the matter transference beam.

>Press button on dispenser
That sentence isn't one I recognise.

>press dispenser button
A single babel fish shoots out of the slot. It sails across the room and through a small hole in the wall, just under a metal hook.

Ford yawns. "Matter transference always tires me out. I'm going to take a nap." He places something on top of his satchel. "If you have any questions, here's The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" (Footnote 14). Ford lowers his voice to a whisper. "I'm not supposed to tell you this, but you'll never be able to finish the game without consulting the Guide about lots of stuff." As he curls up in a corner and begins snoring, you pick up The Hitchhiker's Guide.

>wake ford
Rather like trying to wake the dead.

>

Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2020 6:47 am
by brassherald
>grab satchel

Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2020 8:48 am
by Charles510
Vogon Hold Score: 33 Turns: 59

>grab satchel
Taken.

It is of course well known that careless talk costs lives, but the full scale of the problem is not always appreciated. For instance, at the exact moment you said "press button on dispenser" a freak wormhole opened in the fabric of the space-time continuum and carried your words far far back in time across almost infinite reaches of space to a distant galaxy where strange and warlike beings were poised on the brink of frightful interstellar battle.

The two opposing leaders were meeting for the last time. A dreadful silence fell across the conference table as the commander of the Vl'Hurgs, resplendent in his black jewelled battle shorts, gazed levelly at the G'Gugvunt leader squatting opposite him in a cloud of green, sweet-smelling steam. As a million sleek and horribly beweaponed star cruisers poised to unleash electric death at his single word of command, the Vl'Hurg challenged his vile enemy to take back what it had said about his mother.

The creature stirred in its sickly broiling vapour, and at that very moment the words "press button on dispenser" drifted across the conference table. Unfortunately, in the Vl'hurg tongue this was the most dreadful insult imaginable, and there was nothing for it but to wage terrible war for centuries. Eventually the error was detected, but over two hundred and fifty thousand worlds, their peoples and cultures perished in the holocaust.

You have destroyed most of a small galaxy. Please pick your words with greater care.

>

Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2020 9:03 am
by brassherald
Is... Is that a loss?

Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2020 9:11 am
by Farren
We have no way of knowing. All we know for sure is that it didn't kill us.

Some losses are obvious - death. But it's possible to do something that renders the game unwinnable and not be aware of it at the time.

Could be fatal. Could be harmless. Could be mandatory.

Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2020 9:42 am
by Charles510
In post 1157, brassherald wrote:Is... Is that a loss?
Spoiler:
No worries, the game is still winnable.

Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2020 2:11 pm
by Gamma Emerald
It’s basically the game trying to work in a part of the book the only way it knows how: by being a troll

Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2020 10:53 am
by Charles510
>smell
(darkness)
It does smell a bit. There's something pungent being waved under your nose. Your head begins to clear. You can make out a shadow moving in the dark.

>examine shadow
The shadow is vaguely Ford Prefect-shaped.

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.
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

Ford removes the bottle of Santraginean Mineral Water which he's been waving under your nose. He tells you that you are aboard a Vogon spaceship, and gives you some peanuts.

>grab satchel
Ford says, "Hey, Arthur, keep your hands off my satchel!"

>Open satchel
You can't. It's not yours. It's Ford's and it's private.

You begin to feel distinctly groggy.

>put junk mail into satchel
Inspection reveals that the satchel isn't open.

You begin to feel indistinctly groggy.

>eat peanuts
You feel stronger as the peanuts replace some of the protein you lost in the matter transference beam.

>Press button on dispenser
That sentence isn't one I recognise.

>press dispenser button
A single babel fish shoots out of the slot. It sails across the room and through a small hole in the wall, just under a metal hook.

Ford yawns. "Matter transference always tires me out. I'm going to take a nap." He places something on top of his satchel. "If you have any questions, here's The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" (Footnote 14). Ford lowers his voice to a whisper. "I'm not supposed to tell you this, but you'll never be able to finish the game without consulting the Guide about lots of stuff." As he curls up in a corner and begins snoring, you pick up The Hitchhiker's Guide.

>wake ford
Rather like trying to wake the dead.

>grab satchel
Taken.

It is of course well known that careless talk costs lives, but the full scale of the problem is not always appreciated. For instance, at the exact moment you said "press button on dispenser" a freak wormhole opened in the fabric of the space-time continuum and carried your words far far back in time across almost infinite reaches of space to a distant galaxy where strange and warlike beings were poised on the brink of frightful interstellar battle.

The two opposing leaders were meeting for the last time. A dreadful silence fell across the conference table as the commander of the Vl'Hurgs, resplendent in his black jewelled battle shorts, gazed levelly at the G'Gugvunt leader squatting opposite him in a cloud of green, sweet-smelling steam. As a million sleek and horribly beweaponed star cruisers poised to unleash electric death at his single word of command, the Vl'Hurg challenged his vile enemy to take back what it had said about his mother.

The creature stirred in its sickly broiling vapour, and at that very moment the words "press button on dispenser" drifted across the conference table. Unfortunately, in the Vl'hurg tongue this was the most dreadful insult imaginable, and there was nothing for it but to wage terrible war for centuries. Eventually the error was detected, but over two hundred and fifty thousand worlds, their peoples and cultures perished in the holocaust.

You have destroyed most of a small galaxy. Please pick your words with greater care.

>

Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2020 7:23 am
by Ircher
> open satchel

Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2020 7:57 am
by Charles510
Vogon Hold Score: 33 Turns: 60

>open satchel
You can't. It's not yours. It's Ford's and it's private.

>

Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2020 10:40 am
by Nancy Drew 39
Look

Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2020 10:43 am
by Charles510
Vogon Hold Score: 33 Turns: 61

>look
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.
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

>

Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2020 12:12 am
by Charles510

Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2020 7:32 pm
by Gamma Emerald
It doesn’t seem like saving works on that version?

Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2020 7:38 pm
by Cheery Dog
In post 1167, Gamma Emerald wrote:It doesn’t seem like saving works on that version?
I believe it does if you make an account.

Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2020 8:01 pm
by Gamma Emerald
Also I want to share this gem
>attack Mr Prosser
You muck up all his fancy facial work. This is the last moment of satisfaction you will experience for some time.
This happens if you attack him after your house is destroyed.

Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2020 8:10 pm
by Charles510
lol, that's a good one

Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2020 8:18 pm
by Gamma Emerald
Also I decided to try to go as far as I could using the last run as a road map and got to the point where you’re about to get space’d, I typed in “Gashee” and died.

Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2020 6:49 am
by Charles510
did you get the babel fish?

Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2020 5:21 pm
by Gamma Emerald
Yes

Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2020 5:36 pm
by Charles510
You sould do it in this thread