So it does. Try zork1.z3
. Clearly the problem involves something that’s okay for V5, but not V3.
I tried with Sherlock and got this, which seems to indicate that a pointer is going off into La La Land:
Click to expand!
```
$ ./dfrotz -B "knock on door" -L sherlock.qzl -R . -m sherlock.z5
LOAD_BOT mode set: sherlock.qzl
Bot mode: BOT_LOAD loading
>knock on door
R
You hear a bolt sliding back and the door opens to reveal a worried Mrs
Hudson.
“Oh Doctor Watson, I’m so glad to see you. It’s Mr Holmes, sir. Three days
have come and gone since he’s been out of his rooms. He won’t eat and I
know he hasn’t slept. Now there’s a visitor who says he’s here about some
important government business. I tried to send him away, but he insisted on
waiting in the parlour. That’s when I sent for you. Thank God you’ve come.”
You step inside and Mrs Hudson closes the door behind you. The entry hall
is just as you remember it - small, underheated, and lit by a feeble gas
light. The door to the parlour is to the north, and a flight of well-worn
stairs leads up to the first floor.
Bot mode: BOT_NORMAL game progressing
pc: 53, sp: 0
zargs[0]: 15246, zargs[1]: 14532, zargs[2]: 0
thoth:~/proj/int-fiction/frotz/frotz-git$ ./dfrotz -B “up” -L sherlock.qzl -R . -m sherlock.z5
LOAD_BOT mode set: sherlock.qzl
Bot mode: BOT_LOAD loading
up
Whr?
You climb the stairs and pause outside the door to Holmes’s study, nervous
about what you might find inside.
Holmes’s study is to the north.
Bot mode: BOT_NORMAL game progressing
pc: 53, sp: 0
zargs[0]: 15246, zargs[1]: 14532, zargs[2]: 0
thoth:~/proj/int-fiction/frotz/frotz-git$ ./dfrotz -B “north” -L sherlock.qzl -R . -m sherlock.z5
LOAD_BOT mode set: sherlock.qzl
Bot mode: BOT_LOAD loading
north
Y
You step back through time to your bachelor days, when you shared these
cluttered digs with the world’s only consulting detective. Despite the
mess, you can see that the room is unchanged. The fireplace to the north
has a pile of letters transfixed to its mantelpiece by a jackknife. Next to
them lies Holmes’s six-shot revolver, the tobacco slipper, and Holmes’s
favorite pipe. The violin has been carelessly tossed onto a stack of
obviously unread newspapers.
Holmes is slouched on the sofa, lost in a black mood of despair. He is pale
and emaciated, and his sharp eyes burn with fever. He is staring at a phial
that he holds in one hand. His free hand rests near a hypodermic syringe in
a neat morocco case at his side. You realize that he is fighting a
depression brought on by what he calls “the dull routine of existence.”
The bedroom door to the west is closed. The only other exit is the door to
the south.
Bot mode: BOT_NORMAL game progressing
pc: 53, sp: 0
zargs[0]: 15246, zargs[1]: 14532, zargs[2]: 0
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