Start of a transcript of Codex Sadistica: A Heavy Metal Minigame An Interactive Fiction by grave snail games Release 1 / Serial number 210928 / Inform 7 build 6M62 (I6/v6.33 lib 6/12N) Identification number: //E97E0FEC-4F16-4060-A8BF-C80A5AE3D369// Standard interpreter 1.1 (1C) / Library serial number 080126 Standard Rules version 3/120430 by Graham Nelson Conversation Framework version 11/150410 by Eric Eve Epistemology version 9 by Eric Eve >about > Introduction to Codex Sadistica: A Heavy Metal Minigame Instructions for Play Feeling lost? Completely stuck? Hints Credits This is a parser-based minigame about metalheads getting into trouble! CW: Cartoonish violence, plenty of cussing, drugs and alcohol, references to stalking. Please press SPACE to continue. > Introduction to Codex Sadistica: A Heavy Metal Minigame Instructions for Play Feeling lost? Completely stuck? Hints Credits > Introduction to Codex Sadistica: A Heavy Metal Minigame Instructions for Play Feeling lost? 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Hints > Credits My biggest thanks to my playtesters and helpers! Dr. Anastasia Salter, LM Davenport, Elizabeth Berge, and, of course, the entire Be'lakor discography. Please press SPACE to continue. Introduction to Codex Sadistica: A Heavy Metal Minigame Instructions for Play Feeling lost? Completely stuck? Hints > Credits Introduction to Codex Sadistica: A Heavy Metal Minigame Instructions for Play Feeling lost? Completely stuck? Hints > Credits GREEN ROOM Ugh, the GREEN ROOM. Smoke might as well be coming out of the walls: the smell is strangling. Technically, you're too young to be in here, but nobody is carding and there's no alcohol anyway. Just a lot of aftersmoke. From the north, you hear music pounding from the BLOOD FURNACE in the next room. Emmy, the keyboardist for your band, is sitting here playing Switch. She seems to be ignoring you. You can see Emmy here. >x me You are a fumbling ruin of metal. But with my help, what might you become? "Sorry, adorable creatures. My fishwife really really likes your eggs," Emmy says, staring at the screen. >smell You smell nothing unexpected. Emmy blushes. "THREE HEART POINTS?!" she says excitedly. >* hmm, a strangling smell was expected? You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >i You are carrying: a Gore Jesus shirt (being worn) Emmy blushes. "THREE HEART POINTS?!" she says excitedly. >x shirt From their "Suffering of the Pious" tour. Still has a pretty big stain on it, but you can't bear to wash it! >l GREEN ROOM Ugh, the GREEN ROOM. Smoke might as well be coming out of the walls: the smell is strangling. Technically, you're too young to be in here, but nobody is carding and there's no alcohol anyway. Just a lot of aftersmoke. From the north, you hear music pounding from the BLOOD FURNACE in the next room. Emmy, the keyboardist for your band, is sitting here playing Switch. She seems to be ignoring you. You can see Emmy here. >x smoke You can't see any such thing. >x aftersmoke You can't see any such thing. >* ? That noun did not make sense in this context. >x switch You see nothing special about Emmy's switch. "Oooh, look at that shield flip! That should impress her," Emmy says from the ground. >listen You hear nothing unexpected. >* hmm, unimplemented scenery You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >x tv You can't see any such thing. >x emmy Oh, Emmy. She's a good friend, but gets tunnel vision when she's playing. She doesn't even notice you. She's wearing a small pirate hat for the show, and is half-vanished into an enormous leather jacket. She's huddled up against the wall. >ask emmy about blood furnace Emmy doesn't look up. "No talk, pls. I'm wooing my fishwife." She stares fixatedly down at the screen. Emmy doesn't seem to notice you at all... Her Switch is plugged into the wall. It must be low on batteries. "Sorry, adorable creatures. My fishwife really really likes your eggs," Emmy says, staring at the screen. >unplug switch I only understood you as far as wanting to unplug. >take switch That's hardly portable. "Oooh, look at that shield flip! That should impress her," Emmy says from the ground. >hug emmy Emmy might not like that. >ii That noun did not make sense in this context. >l GREEN ROOM Ugh, the GREEN ROOM. Smoke might as well be coming out of the walls: the smell is strangling. Technically, you're too young to be in here, but nobody is carding and there's no alcohol anyway. Just a lot of aftersmoke. From the north, you hear music pounding from the BLOOD FURNACE in the next room. Emmy, the keyboardist for your band, is sitting here playing Switch. She seems to be ignoring you. You can see Emmy here. >i You are carrying: a Gore Jesus shirt (being worn) "AHHHHHH! I MISSED MY FISH WIFE'S BIRTHDAY!! Damnit, now I have to play another whole year." >dance That noun did not make sense in this context. >n BLOOD FURNACE The BLOOD FURNACE! Right now it's crammed with glamrock fans! How awful: a disgrace to the unholy legacy of the BLOOD FURNACE! Metal posters are peeling off the walls in the back. Across the crowd, to the west, you see the the short hallway to the SIDEBAR. To your east is the open doorway to the BACK ALLEY. There is also a maintenance closet on the northern wall. Behind you is the door to the GREEN ROOM. Around you, the walls are covered in posters from all the glorious bands that have graced the Infurnal Stage. You can also see a sound booth (on which is a stage manager), an Infurnal Stage (on which is Faramir Spidermoon) and a Maintenance Closet (closed) here. ACT I - YOU CALL THAT A BANDThe BLOOD FURNACE is unironically rather warm. Supposedly it's because they can't turn off the heat or else the mold will get out of hand. It's technically the backup stage for the venue, but everyone likes it more than the main stage. You don't even remember what the main stage is called, but everyone knows the BLOOD FURNACE's Infurnal Stage. So many great indie metal bands minted here. Who knows, maybe you'll be one of them. You know, if you don't fuck this up. But right now you have a problem: the BLOOD FURNACE is completely overrun with--*shudder*--glamrock fans! Ugh. Just your luck. A singer named Faramir Spidermoon has been playing a twenty minute song about kissing centaurs. You could be into it, if it wasn't like, 6 BPM and fucking glam metal! You need to stop this. Time to assemble those worthless instrument-stands you call bandmates and take over the stage! BLOOD FURNACE The BLOOD FURNACE! Right now it's crammed with glamrock fans! How awful: a disgrace to the unholy legacy of the BLOOD FURNACE! Metal posters are peeling off the walls in the back. Across the crowd, to the west, you see the the short hallway to the SIDEBAR. To your east is the open doorway to the BACK ALLEY. There is also a maintenance closet on the northern wall. Behind you is the door to the GREEN ROOM. Around you, the walls are covered in posters from all the glorious bands that have graced the Infurnal Stage. You can also see a sound booth (on which is a stage manager), an Infurnal Stage (on which is Faramir Spidermoon) and a Maintenance Closet (closed) here. Onstage, Faramir Spidermoon warbles: ♫...what is this place? And where is the PAIN!?♪ Someone in the crowd rips their shirt off and starts crowd surfing. >* Crowdsurfing to Faramir Spidermoon? That noun did not make sense in this context. >x posters Most of these are shredded, doodled over, or from dumb bands... But look! There's an awesome poster for Acid Lobottomy here: it's got a goat in a tank running over a certain republican governor. Onstage, Faramir Spidermoon warbles: ♫...your laughter is explosive! Your centaur lips, corrosive!♪ Several of the fans are riding around on each other... are they supposed to be centaurs? >x fans You can't see any such thing. >* hmm That noun did not make sense in this context. >take poster (the poster wall) You tear down the Acid Lobotomy poster and roll it up quickly before anyone notices. Nice! Onstage, Faramir Spidermoon warbles: ♫...what is this place? And where is the PAIN!?♪ The BLOOD FURNACE really is hot. You're sweating buckets and its making your overworn shirt itch terribly. >listen You hear nothing unexpected. >x shirt From their "Suffering of the Pious" tour. Still has a pretty big stain on it, but you can't bear to wash it! Onstage, Faramir Spidermoon warbles: ♫...what is this place? And where is the PAIN!?♪ >scratch That noun did not make sense in this context. >remove shirt You take off the Gore Jesus shirt. >x me You are a fumbling ruin of metal. But with my help, what might you become? Onstage, Faramir Spidermoon warbles: ♫...and now, an eighteen minute interlude featuring a centaur seashore soundscape!♪ These crowdsurfers sure love being shirtless... >surf That noun did not make sense in this context. >crowdsurf That noun did not make sense in this context. >jump on crowd I only understood you as far as wanting to jump. >x crword You can't see any such thing. >x crowd You can't see any such thing. >x crowdsurfers You can't see any such thing. >x crowdsurfer You can't see any such thing. >l BLOOD FURNACE The BLOOD FURNACE! Right now it's crammed with glamrock fans! How awful: a disgrace to the unholy legacy of the BLOOD FURNACE! Metal posters are peeling off the walls in the back. Across the crowd, to the west, you see the the short hallway to the SIDEBAR. To your east is the open doorway to the BACK ALLEY. There is also a maintenance closet on the northern wall. Behind you is the door to the GREEN ROOM. Around you, the walls are covered in posters from all the glorious bands that have graced the Infurnal Stage. You can also see a sound booth (on which is a stage manager), an Infurnal Stage (on which is Faramir Spidermoon) and a Maintenance Closet (closed) here. Onstage, Faramir Spidermoon warbles: ♫...what is this place? And where is the PAIN!?♪ Someone in the crowd rips their shirt off and starts crowd surfing. >x crowd You can't see any such thing. >jump You jump on the spot. >surf That noun did not make sense in this context. >* argh That noun did not make sense in this context. >l BLOOD FURNACE The BLOOD FURNACE! Right now it's crammed with glamrock fans! How awful: a disgrace to the unholy legacy of the BLOOD FURNACE! Metal posters are peeling off the walls in the back. Across the crowd, to the west, you see the the short hallway to the SIDEBAR. To your east is the open doorway to the BACK ALLEY. There is also a maintenance closet on the northern wall. Behind you is the door to the GREEN ROOM. Around you, the walls are covered in posters from all the glorious bands that have graced the Infurnal Stage. You can also see a sound booth (on which is a stage manager), an Infurnal Stage (on which is Faramir Spidermoon) and a Maintenance Closet (closed) here. >x posters Most of these are shredded, doodled over, or from dumb bands... But look! There's an awesome poster for Acid Lobottomy here: it's got a goat in a tank running over a certain republican governor. >listen You hear nothing unexpected. >x faramir He's got a big cape and even bigger hair. All his bandmates are wearing zombie masks, so you're not sure if you missed something or if that's just part of the "lore." He's protected by an endless throng of glamrock fans. Onstage, Faramir Spidermoon warbles: ♫...what is this place? And where is the PAIN!?♪ >take cape You can't see any such thing. >x fans You can't see any such thing. >x zombies You can't see any such thing. >x bandmates You can't see any such thing. >l BLOOD FURNACE The BLOOD FURNACE! Right now it's crammed with glamrock fans! How awful: a disgrace to the unholy legacy of the BLOOD FURNACE! Metal posters are peeling off the walls in the back. Across the crowd, to the west, you see the the short hallway to the SIDEBAR. To your east is the open doorway to the BACK ALLEY. There is also a maintenance closet on the northern wall. Behind you is the door to the GREEN ROOM. Around you, the walls are covered in posters from all the glorious bands that have graced the Infurnal Stage. You can also see a sound booth (on which is a stage manager), an Infurnal Stage (on which is Faramir Spidermoon) and a Maintenance Closet (closed) here. >x stage (the Infurnal Stage) On the Infurnal Stage is Faramir Spidermoon. Onstage, Faramir Spidermoon warbles: ♫...your laughter is explosive! Your centaur lips, corrosive!♪ Several of the fans are riding around on each other... are they supposed to be centaurs? >dance That noun did not make sense in this context. >sing That noun did not make sense in this context. >ll That noun did not make sense in this context. >ride That noun did not make sense in this context. >l BLOOD FURNACE The BLOOD FURNACE! Right now it's crammed with glamrock fans! How awful: a disgrace to the unholy legacy of the BLOOD FURNACE! Metal posters are peeling off the walls in the back. Across the crowd, to the west, you see the the short hallway to the SIDEBAR. To your east is the open doorway to the BACK ALLEY. There is also a maintenance closet on the northern wall. Behind you is the door to the GREEN ROOM. Around you, the walls are covered in posters from all the glorious bands that have graced the Infurnal Stage. You can also see a sound booth (on which is a stage manager), an Infurnal Stage (on which is Faramir Spidermoon) and a Maintenance Closet (closed) here. >x booth The sound booth is in the back of the crowd. You'll never reach it, and what would you do with it anyway? You don't know how to use one! On the sound booth is a stage manager. >x manager You see nothing special about the stage manager. >ask manager about himself He has headphones on, there's no way he can hear you. Worse yet, he's surrounded by glamrock fans! Onstage, Faramir Spidermoon warbles: ♫...what is this place? And where is the PAIN!?♪ The glamrock fans are just nodding along. Where's the fight pit?! >wave at manager You can't see any such thing. >l BLOOD FURNACE The BLOOD FURNACE! Right now it's crammed with glamrock fans! How awful: a disgrace to the unholy legacy of the BLOOD FURNACE! Metal posters are peeling off the walls in the back. Across the crowd, to the west, you see the the short hallway to the SIDEBAR. To your east is the open doorway to the BACK ALLEY. There is also a maintenance closet on the northern wall. Behind you is the door to the GREEN ROOM. Around you, the walls are covered in posters from all the glorious bands that have graced the Infurnal Stage. You can also see a sound booth (on which is a stage manager), an Infurnal Stage (on which is Faramir Spidermoon) and a Maintenance Closet (closed) here. >x closet You hear voices coming from inside the closet. "Wow, we haven't done this since college!" "Shut up, Max. This is like some terrible joke. Ugh, I can hear the mid-2000s sitcom writers typing away." "Might as well make the most of it, right?" It seems your two lead guitarists, Clover and Max, are hiding in the maintenence closet... maybe you should knock. Someone in the crowd rips their shirt off and starts crowd surfing. >open it You hear voices coming from inside the closet. "Wow, we haven't done this since college!" "Shut up, Max. This is like some terrible joke. Ugh, I can hear the mid-2000s sitcom writers typing away." "Might as well make the most of it, right?" It seems your two lead guitarists, Clover and Max, are hiding in the maintenence closet... maybe you should knock. These crowdsurfers sure love being shirtless... >knock on closet Max's voice drifts out through the door. "...Scream? Psst! Is that you? Oh thank goodness. Hey, so, remember that super creepy girl we showed you on Instagram the other day?" "Yeah, the one who was commenting things like Oh, do you guys live up by Pine street? I work near there, we should totally meet up haha you guys are the best! Yeah, well SHE'S HERE! She's here at the show!!" "She's totally stalking us, Scream! We're freaking out! You gotta help us!" You look around the BLOOD FURNACE. Oh shit! You didn't even notice her before, but it's definitely the stalker from Max and Clover's Insta. You'd better find some way to smuggle them out of there. >x stalker She keeps staring down at her phone and then up at the closet. You awkwardly make eye contact and she grins and skitters back into the crowd. >talk to stalker As soon as you get close, she darts back into the crowd of glam fans and you lose track of her. You'll need to sneak Max and Clover out of that closet to avoid her seeing. Several more articles of clothing are flung up by the crowd, as more glamrock fans go crowdsurfing. >talk to max You can't see any such thing. >max, surf You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >l BLOOD FURNACE The BLOOD FURNACE! Right now it's crammed with glamrock fans! How awful: a disgrace to the unholy legacy of the BLOOD FURNACE! Metal posters are peeling off the walls in the back. Across the crowd, to the west, you see the the short hallway to the SIDEBAR. To your east is the open doorway to the BACK ALLEY. There is also a maintenance closet on the northern wall. Behind you is the door to the GREEN ROOM. Around you, the walls are covered in posters from all the glorious bands that have graced the Infurnal Stage. You can also see Creepy Stalker, a sound booth (on which is a stage manager), an Infurnal Stage (on which is Faramir Spidermoon) and a Maintenance Closet (closed) here. >knock (on the Gore Jesus shirt) >* no That noun did not make sense in this context. >knock on closet Max's voice drifts out through the door. "...Scream? Psst! Is that you? Oh thank goodness. Hey, so, remember that super creepy girl we showed you on Instagram the other day?" "Yeah, the one who was commenting things like Oh, do you guys live up by Pine street? I work near there, we should totally meet up haha you guys are the best! Yeah, well SHE'S HERE! She's here at the show!!" "She's totally stalking us, Scream! We're freaking out! You gotta help us!" You look around the BLOOD FURNACE. Oh shit! You didn't even notice her before, but it's definitely the stalker from Max and Clover's Insta. You'd better find some way to smuggle them out of there. >smuggle That noun did not make sense in this context. >l BLOOD FURNACE The BLOOD FURNACE! Right now it's crammed with glamrock fans! How awful: a disgrace to the unholy legacy of the BLOOD FURNACE! Metal posters are peeling off the walls in the back. Across the crowd, to the west, you see the the short hallway to the SIDEBAR. To your east is the open doorway to the BACK ALLEY. There is also a maintenance closet on the northern wall. Behind you is the door to the GREEN ROOM. Around you, the walls are covered in posters from all the glorious bands that have graced the Infurnal Stage. You can also see Creepy Stalker, a sound booth (on which is a stage manager), an Infurnal Stage (on which is Faramir Spidermoon) and a Maintenance Closet (closed) here. The glamrock fans are all singing along and it's horrible. >n You can't go that way. >behind That noun did not make sense in this context. >s GREEN ROOM Ugh, the GREEN ROOM. Smoke might as well be coming out of the walls: the smell is strangling. Technically, you're too young to be in here, but nobody is carding and there's no alcohol anyway. Just a lot of aftersmoke. From the north, you hear music pounding from the BLOOD FURNACE in the next room. Emmy, the keyboardist for your band, is sitting here playing Switch. She seems to be ignoring you. You can see Emmy here. "Sorry, adorable creatures. My fishwife really really likes your eggs," Emmy says, staring at the screen. >x emmy Oh, Emmy. She's a good friend, but gets tunnel vision when she's playing. She doesn't even notice you. She's wearing a small pirate hat for the show, and is half-vanished into an enormous leather jacket. She's huddled up against the wall. >x hat You can't see any such thing. >x jacket You can't see any such thing. >i You are carrying: a Gore Jesus shirt Emmy blushes. "THREE HEART POINTS?!" she says excitedly. >n BLOOD FURNACE The BLOOD FURNACE! Right now it's crammed with glamrock fans! How awful: a disgrace to the unholy legacy of the BLOOD FURNACE! Metal posters are peeling off the walls in the back. Across the crowd, to the west, you see the the short hallway to the SIDEBAR. To your east is the open doorway to the BACK ALLEY. There is also a maintenance closet on the northern wall. Behind you is the door to the GREEN ROOM. Around you, the walls are covered in posters from all the glorious bands that have graced the Infurnal Stage. You can also see Creepy Stalker, a sound booth (on which is a stage manager), an Infurnal Stage (on which is Faramir Spidermoon) and a Maintenance Closet (closed) here. >x stalker She keeps staring down at her phone and then up at the closet. You awkwardly make eye contact and she grins and skitters back into the crowd. Onstage, Faramir Spidermoon warbles: ♫...what is this place? And where is the PAIN!?♪ >l BLOOD FURNACE The BLOOD FURNACE! Right now it's crammed with glamrock fans! How awful: a disgrace to the unholy legacy of the BLOOD FURNACE! Metal posters are peeling off the walls in the back. Across the crowd, to the west, you see the the short hallway to the SIDEBAR. To your east is the open doorway to the BACK ALLEY. There is also a maintenance closet on the northern wall. Behind you is the door to the GREEN ROOM. Around you, the walls are covered in posters from all the glorious bands that have graced the Infurnal Stage. You can also see Creepy Stalker, a sound booth (on which is a stage manager), an Infurnal Stage (on which is Faramir Spidermoon) and a Maintenance Closet (closed) here. >e ALLEY STAIRS Wow, and you thought the GREEN ROOM was smoked out. The ALLEY STAIRS are gross, covered in gum-stuck stickers. The young metalheads are vaping, the old metalheads are smoking, and yet everyone seems to be complaining about the "good old days" of metal... strange. The stairs are small, but lead up to the street where they're doing construction and the sidewalk is all torn up. The door to the west leads back to the BLOOD FURNACE. Mae, your cousin and (more importantly) your drummer, is sitting on the railing in a small group. It's cold as hell out here without your shirt on. You can see Mae and a crowd of dudebros here. >x stickers You see nothing special about Stickers. >* oops That noun did not make sense in this context. >x metalheads You can't see any such thing. >x young You can't see any such thing. >x stairs You can't see any such thing. >u You can't go that way. >* really? That noun did not make sense in this context. >x mae Mae seems to be stuck in a heated argument between several dudes... "Nah, see that's where you're wrong dude. See metal's never supposed to be political," a dudebro in an Asking Alexandria shirt says. "It's a nonstatement. When metal has "meaning" it's just emo shit for 13-year-old edgelords-" "Are you stupid, bro?" another says quickly. "Look at like... I dunno, System of a Down or something. Didn't they like, get the US government to recognize the Armenian genocide or something?" "That's not even metal dude. They're a rock band. Actually, scratch that, they're basically pop. Chop Suey is like, mainstream shit." Mae's fists are clenched around one of her sticks and it looks ready to snap. She can't seem to get a word in edgewise! The dudebros are pingponging too quickly! >talk to mae "Ohmigoddess Scream, these fucking dudes are being such idiots and I am livid," Mae says as you approach. "Earlier, we were talking and one of them had the audacity to tell me that The Agonist was better before Vicky Psarakis. IDIOTS!" Mae says, seething. "Clearly the Agonist is better with Vicky, and Arch Enemy is better with Alissa. And now they've been locked in a heated debate for twenty minutes about whether or not The Warning is a doom metal band." Mae takes a moment to compose herself. "I didn't say The Warning--you know, the extremely-popular-femme-fronted Mexican hardrock band--I said WARNING, whose 2006 album, Watching from a Distance is one of the bleakest, noisiest doom-metal albums of all time! Scream, I need to give these children an education. But they talk too fast, and even if I say something, they won't listen! You need to help me out here. You got any clever ideas?" "Can't you let this go, Mae? We gotta kick these glamrock kids offstage," you kinda mumble. "Yeah, yeah, I'd love to Scream, but not until I settle things with these morons. Otherwise, I'm going to be so mad I'll break my sticks. Are you with me?" Looks like you'll need to find something to help Mae convince a bunch of dudebros to listen up. >i You are carrying: a Gore Jesus shirt >i You are carrying: a Gore Jesus shirt >* wait, what happened to the poster? You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >x poster You can't see any such thing. >w BLOOD FURNACE The BLOOD FURNACE! Right now it's crammed with glamrock fans! How awful: a disgrace to the unholy legacy of the BLOOD FURNACE! Metal posters are peeling off the walls in the back. Across the crowd, to the west, you see the the short hallway to the SIDEBAR. To your east is the open doorway to the BACK ALLEY. There is also a maintenance closet on the northern wall. Behind you is the door to the GREEN ROOM. Around you, the walls are covered in posters from all the glorious bands that have graced the Infurnal Stage. You can also see Creepy Stalker, a sound booth (on which is a stage manager), an Infurnal Stage (on which is Faramir Spidermoon) and a Maintenance Closet (closed) here. Onstage, Faramir Spidermoon warbles: ♫...how these toxic serpents fester in my coffin!♪ Several of the fans are riding around on each other... are they supposed to be centaurs? >x poster (the poster wall) Most of these are shredded, doodled over, or from dumb bands... But look! There's an awesome poster for Acid Lobottomy here: it's got a goat in a tank running over a certain republican governor. >take acid Taken. Onstage, Faramir Spidermoon warbles: ♫...and now, an eighteen minute interlude featuring a centaur seashore soundscape!♪ >i You are carrying: Acid Lobotomy Poster a Gore Jesus shirt >x poster (Acid Lobotomy Poster) You see nothing special about Acid Lobotomy Poster. >* argh That noun did not make sense in this context. >talk to stalker As soon as you get close, she darts back into the crowd of glam fans and you lose track of her. You'll need to sneak Max and Clover out of that closet to avoid her seeing. Onstage, Faramir Spidermoon warbles: ♫...Act VII: The Council of The Tattered Hoof Assembles!♪ >talk to faramir Faramir is wailing in such a garbage octave there is simply no way he can hear you. Onstage, Faramir Spidermoon warbles: ♫...your laughter is explosive! Your centaur lips, corrosive!♪ >talk to manager He has headphones on, there's no way he can hear you. Worse yet, he's surrounded by glamrock fans! >w You run shirtless into the throng of glamrock fans! Gross. "Hell yeah! You get it!" a fan in a zombie mask shouts. Suddenly, you feel yourself rising up above the glamrock thrall: lifted up into the air and pulled back and forth on a tide of hands. Crowdsurfing! You writhe angrily until at last, you are deposited into the hallway of the SIDEBAR. SIDEBAR The SIDEBAR is loud--the noise from the BLOOD FURNACE to the east thrums against the walls and so everyone in here feels the need to talk really, really loudly. At the counter, there's a bartender and a bouncer. Metalheads are scattered about at some small tables crammed up against the walls. Your rhythm guitarist Tamm, is sitting at a table talking in hushed tones with someone in a skull mask. For a bouncer, he's very smiley. For a barkeep, he's pretty sour. This boy is wearing a small skull mask. Not sure if he's actually in a band and this is his outfit, or if he's just a big nerd. You can also see a bar, Tamm and a bar table here. >undo BLOOD FURNACE [Previous turn undone.] >n You can't go that way. >s GREEN ROOM Ugh, the GREEN ROOM. Smoke might as well be coming out of the walls: the smell is strangling. Technically, you're too young to be in here, but nobody is carding and there's no alcohol anyway. Just a lot of aftersmoke. From the north, you hear music pounding from the BLOOD FURNACE in the next room. Emmy, the keyboardist for your band, is sitting here playing Switch. She seems to be ignoring you. You can see Emmy here. Emmy blushes. "THREE HEART POINTS?!" she says excitedly. > I beg your pardon? >talk to emmy Emmy doesn't look up. "No talk, pls. I'm wooing my fishwife." She stares fixatedly down at the screen. Emmy doesn't seem to notice you at all... Her Switch is plugged into the wall. It must be low on batteries. "Sorry, adorable creatures. My fishwife really really likes your eggs," Emmy says, staring at the screen. >x wall You can't see any such thing. >x switch You see nothing special about Emmy's switch. Emmy blushes. "THREE HEART POINTS?!" she says excitedly. >remove switch You aren't wearing Emmy's switch. "AHHHHHH! I MISSED MY FISH WIFE'S BIRTHDAY!! Damnit, now I have to play another whole year." >take switch That's hardly portable. "Sorry, adorable creatures. My fishwife really really likes your eggs," Emmy says, staring at the screen. >unplug switch I only understood you as far as wanting to unplug. >turn off switch It isn't something you can switch. "Oooh, look at that shield flip! That should impress her," Emmy says from the ground. >n BLOOD FURNACE The BLOOD FURNACE! Right now it's crammed with glamrock fans! How awful: a disgrace to the unholy legacy of the BLOOD FURNACE! Metal posters are peeling off the walls in the back. Across the crowd, to the west, you see the the short hallway to the SIDEBAR. To your east is the open doorway to the BACK ALLEY. There is also a maintenance closet on the northern wall. Behind you is the door to the GREEN ROOM. Around you, the walls are covered in posters from all the glorious bands that have graced the Infurnal Stage. You can also see Creepy Stalker, a sound booth (on which is a stage manager), an Infurnal Stage (on which is Faramir Spidermoon) and a Maintenance Closet (closed) here. Several of the fans are riding around on each other... are they supposed to be centaurs? >wear shirt You put on the Gore Jesus shirt. Onstage, Faramir Spidermoon warbles: ♫...oh, see this hoofprint on my heart?♪ >w All these glamrock fans are in your way! You'll never make it. >remove shirt You take off the Gore Jesus shirt. Several of the fans are riding around on each other... are they supposed to be centaurs? >w You run shirtless into the throng of glamrock fans! Gross. "Hell yeah! You get it!" a fan in a zombie mask shouts. Suddenly, you feel yourself rising up above the glamrock thrall: lifted up into the air and pulled back and forth on a tide of hands. Crowdsurfing! You writhe angrily until at last, you are deposited into the hallway of the SIDEBAR. SIDEBAR The SIDEBAR is loud--the noise from the BLOOD FURNACE to the east thrums against the walls and so everyone in here feels the need to talk really, really loudly. At the counter, there's a bartender and a bouncer. Metalheads are scattered about at some small tables crammed up against the walls. Your rhythm guitarist Tamm, is sitting at a table talking in hushed tones with someone in a skull mask. For a bouncer, he's very smiley. For a barkeep, he's pretty sour. This boy is wearing a small skull mask. Not sure if he's actually in a band and this is his outfit, or if he's just a big nerd. You can also see a bar, Tamm and a bar table here. >* ah, there we are You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >x bouncer You see nothing special about the bouncer. >x bar Which do you mean, the bar or the bar table? >bar Which do you mean, the bar or the bar table? >table You see nothing special about the bar table. >* oi That noun did not make sense in this context. >l SIDEBAR The SIDEBAR is loud--the noise from the BLOOD FURNACE to the east thrums against the walls and so everyone in here feels the need to talk really, really loudly. At the counter, there's a bartender and a bouncer. Metalheads are scattered about at some small tables crammed up against the walls. Your rhythm guitarist Tamm, is sitting at a table talking in hushed tones with someone in a skull mask. For a bouncer, he's very smiley. For a barkeep, he's pretty sour. This boy is wearing a small skull mask. Not sure if he's actually in a band and this is his outfit, or if he's just a big nerd. You can also see a bar, Tamm and a bar table here. >x barkeep You see nothing special about the barkeep. >talk to bouncer "Hey there: no shirt, no drinks. Oh, wait, you're just a kid. Ok, well in your case no drinks either way, but please put your shirt on." >talk to barkeep "Hey, you're way too young to be-- oh, you're in one of the bands? Eesh. Well, find whoever you're looking for and get out of here. I'm not even going to bother carding you," the barkeep says angrily. >wear shirt You put on the Gore Jesus shirt. >talk to barkeep "Hey, you're way too young to be-- oh, you're in one of the bands? Eesh. Well, find whoever you're looking for and get out of here. I'm not even going to bother carding you," the barkeep says angrily. >take to bouncer You can't see any such thing. >l SIDEBAR The SIDEBAR is loud--the noise from the BLOOD FURNACE to the east thrums against the walls and so everyone in here feels the need to talk really, really loudly. At the counter, there's a bartender and a bouncer. Metalheads are scattered about at some small tables crammed up against the walls. Your rhythm guitarist Tamm, is sitting at a table talking in hushed tones with someone in a skull mask. For a bouncer, he's very smiley. For a barkeep, he's pretty sour. This boy is wearing a small skull mask. Not sure if he's actually in a band and this is his outfit, or if he's just a big nerd. You can also see a bar, Tamm and a bar table here. >talk to bouncer "Oh, I remember you! You guys played here a few weeks ago, right? Neat show. Hope tonight goes well for you. Remember: no stage diving." >x boy You can't see any such thing. >x skull You can't see any such thing. >x mask You can't see any such thing. >x guy You can't see any such thing. >x tamm Tamm is the backing vocalist for your little band and--more importantly--the only one in the band who knows anything about makeup. She's buzzed the sides of her head to show off her candy skull tattoos. She's also wearing skulls on pretty much everything: her shirt, her choker, her earrings... she's dressed like a whole damn cemetary. >talk to tamm Tamm is seething when you walk up to the table."Fuck, that didn't work either! Whoa, hold up. Skullboy, meet our screamer. Scream, this is my little brother, skullboy," she says. "Hiya!" skullboy says. "Tamm was just trying her hand at my latest little murder dungeon and sucking." Skullboy shakes his head. "Tamm acts like she's the real metal fan in the family, but she apparently doesn't know shit. This dungeon is a sixteen-level album crawl. Every room, item, and monster in my dungeon is a reference to a classic DOOM METAL album!" "Fuck you, I've made it all the way to the last floor! And stop acting like this is some big ode to DOOM when you haven't included a single Candlemass reference!" "That you've found!" "You know what, to hell with it. Scream, grab a character sheet and help me finish my little brother's stupid little dungeon." "Hey, this is supposed to be a solo dungeon!" skullboy says angrily. "Shut up," Tamm says. She smiles evilly and motions towards the pile of notecards and dice. >x skullboy You see nothing special about Skullboy. >talk to skullboy You say hello to Skullboy. >take sheet The entire dungeon is slowly sinking into the frozen sea. The shifting limbs of an endless lifeform stretch and branch between the catacombic rooms and the whole chapel shivers. You are a disgraced priest named "Quivers Like the Rats" and you're here with with your soon-to-be-late companion, Agn, who is badly wounded and openly despairing in the chapel after being tangled in fishhooks that hang at eye-level from the ceiling. Agn calls out in pain. "I've tried everything. There's nothing that can get us through that door!" The Hungry Masoleum | Level 16 Room 2 | Chapel of the Bloodharvest Two cow skulls are mounted to the wall on either side of a flaming, metal door. Candles burn upsidedown on the ceiling around a flayed corpse wearing a silver crown. What do you do? You can see Agn, cow skulls, a Flayed Lord and a candlepiece here. >i You are carrying: Character sheet Acid Lobotomy Poster a Gore Jesus shirt (being worn) >x sheet You see nothing special about Character sheet. Suddenly, smoke swirls up and out from the flickering candles as the flames dance higher... er... lower? They're upsidedown. Whatever! THE DEVIL appears! They're all horns and teeth and they carry a tome of worn, charred leather: a book! THE CODEX SADISTICA! Suddenly, the devil is gone. You open the book. The inside cover has something etched into it... it says: SCREAM. >scream You scream, loudly. This seems to take everyone by surprise: the cow skulls, Agn, the Flayed Lord, and presumably everyone at the bar who can hear you playing. But it works! As you scream, the candles extinguish and the guttural, unhinged pain of your vocal chords echoes through the chapel--rattling the walls, until the gate flies open: no, not the flaming door, but the gate itself--the gate to DOOM. The chapel is shattered. The dungeon is broken. You and Agn are free! SIDEBAR The SIDEBAR is loud--the noise from the BLOOD FURNACE to the east thrums against the walls and so everyone in here feels the need to talk really, really loudly. At the counter, there's a bartender and a bouncer. Metalheads are scattered about at some small tables crammed up against the walls. Your rhythm guitarist Tamm, is sitting at a table talking in hushed tones with someone in a skull mask. For a bouncer, he's very smiley. For a barkeep, he's pretty sour. This boy is wearing a small skull mask. Not sure if he's actually in a band and this is his outfit, or if he's just a big nerd. You can also see a bar, Tamm and a bar table here. ---- "Ha! We beat your stupid dungeon, skullboy. Screaming. Of course. Thanks, Scream! And oh, fuck, look at the time! We should proably be getting ready for our set, huh? Here, lemme just grab my guitar and I'll be ready to go." "Wait, what just happened?!" skullboy yells. "I don't remember this devil in my notes? What?! No, you were supposed to eat the candles. Where did you--where did you get that book??" In your hands, you are still holding the cracked, blackened pages of the CODEX SADISTICA. You flip it open. The inside is covered in ashy grime. You wipe it away, and see the full text now: SCREAM AND JAM. The first page is now inked in full: DOOM. "Fuck, I can't believe this. You ruined everything!" Skullboy says angrily, storming off. Tamm returns from the corner of the bar. "Alright, Scream, I've got my stuff. Let's go get the others." Gloomy Tamm has joined your band, and will follow you around. You can now JAM with Tamm. Remember, there are few problems that can't be solved by METAL! >scream >x codex THE CODEX SADISTICA An ancient book with a pentagram on the cover, and a cover of PENTAGRAM included on CD! Its strange leather is blackened. Only a few words are legible amidst the arcane language: SCREAM. JAM. Gloomy Tamm - DOOM. Strange new genres are possible when multiple genres jam together. >* Eek -- carry out screaming rule looks like it has some issues That noun did not make sense in this context. >l SIDEBAR The SIDEBAR is loud--the noise from the BLOOD FURNACE to the east thrums against the walls and so everyone in here feels the need to talk really, really loudly. At the counter, there's a bartender and a bouncer. Metalheads are scattered about at some small tables crammed up against the walls. For a bouncer, he's very smiley. For a barkeep, he's pretty sour. You can also see Tamm, a bar and a bar table here. >talk to tamm >e The door to the east is blocked by stupid glamrock fans, so it's an awkward crowdsurf back into the BLOOD FURNACE. BLOOD FURNACE The BLOOD FURNACE! Right now it's crammed with glamrock fans! How awful: a disgrace to the unholy legacy of the BLOOD FURNACE! Metal posters are peeling off the walls in the back. Across the crowd, to the west, you see the the short hallway to the SIDEBAR. To your east is the open doorway to the BACK ALLEY. There is also a maintenance closet on the northern wall. Behind you is the door to the GREEN ROOM. Around you, the walls are covered in posters from all the glorious bands that have graced the Infurnal Stage. You can also see Creepy Stalker, a sound booth (on which is a stage manager), an Infurnal Stage (on which is Faramir Spidermoon) and a Maintenance Closet (closed) here. >jam Whom do you want to jam with? >tamm Tamm plugs in her guitar and starts a gloomy, mammoth riff! Everything rattles with DOOMFUL tones! You can hear the gothic clocktowers, and a deep fog suddenly fills the room. Someone in the crowd is getting yelled at for videoing in front with an iPad... Of course! The fog, brilliant! It's so dense that it completely shrouds the maintenance closet. Wait, Tamm, where is all this fog coming from? Oh well, it doesn't matter. "Clover, Max!" you whisper. "Now's your chance!" Max pokes his head out and you grab his arm and pull him through the fog, and Tamm grabs Clover and the four of you race away from the door, just as you hear a quiet, furious whisper: "Oh no no, they're getting away! BOYS! My boys, are you still in there?! I just want to say hi! Don't you love your fans?!" There's a shuffling noise, and the door to the maintenance closet closes and there's a loud cry. (You and Tamm stop jamming). Max and Clover hug each other, and then you and Tamm. "OH, THANK YOU!" Clover yells, ecstatic. Clover's hair is a curly mane and it absorbs you and Tamm like a sponge. "I thought we'd be shut up in there until closing time." "Don't be dramatic," Max says. "But yes, thanks Scream. Thanks, Tamm. I despise attention when I don't go looking for it, and there's nothing more uncomfortable than telling someone you're not interested." Max is wearing black denim overalls and shades beneath his long, slick hair. "Yes, much better to creep off in a cloud of convenient fog." "Oh, hey, I did get some time to practice a new riff for the solo on tonight's show," Clover says pulling out his guitar. "Just wait till you here it! It's all dundundundundundun-then-we-go-down-an-octave-doondadoondadoon and then..." "More importantly," Max says, interrupting excitedly. "We found a bunch of fans in the maintenence closet. Like, actual air-moving fans, not the stalk-you-and-your-boyfriend kind. If we plug them in onstage before our show, that would be so wonderfully dramatic. Hair blowing everywhere! I love it." "But... what about the psycho stalker that just locked herself in there?" Tamm says. "Oh... right... well. I guess we'll just have to double our headbanging game, right Clover?" Laserdragons Max and Clover have joined your band! A new page has appeared in the CODEX: POWER. You can now JAM with Clover and Max!" (Everyone stops playing). >x codex THE CODEX SADISTICA An ancient book with a pentagram on the cover, and a cover of PENTAGRAM included on CD! Its strange leather is blackened. Only a few words are legible amidst the arcane language: SCREAM. JAM. Gloomy Tamm - DOOM. Laserdragons Max and Clover - POWER. Strange new genres are possible when multiple genres jam together. Tamm flattens out her skirt and checks her eyeliner in her phone camera. Max and Clover are playing Fuck, Marry, Kill with famous powermetal guitarists. "Herman Li is a musical treasure," Max says, apalled. >e ALLEY STAIRS Wow, and you thought the GREEN ROOM was smoked out. The ALLEY STAIRS are gross, covered in gum-stuck stickers. The young metalheads are vaping, the old metalheads are smoking, and yet everyone seems to be complaining about the "good old days" of metal... strange. The stairs are small, but lead up to the street where they're doing construction and the sidewalk is all torn up. The door to the west leads back to the BLOOD FURNACE. Mae, your cousin and (more importantly) your drummer, is sitting on the railing in a small group. You can see Mae and a crowd of dudebros here. Clover and Max get stopped by a random passerby who asks about their hair routines. This might take a while. >talk to clover You say hello to Clover and Max. >x clover You see nothing special about Clover and Max. >jam Whom do you want to jam with? >cloer You can't see any such thing. >jam clover I didn't understand that sentence. >jam with clover Clover and Max take out their guitars start shredding and headbanging with such speed and ferocity that you're shaken by the POWER. You feel yourself, and everything around you, infused with laser-like-energy from distant stars! Tamm stops you and fixes your eyeliner. "Phew, that could have been a disaster!" she says. (Currently Jamming: Max and Clover) >scream (Currently Jamming: Max and Clover) >jam with tamm Tamm plugs in her guitar and starts a gloomy, mammoth riff! Everything rattles with DOOMFUL tones! You can hear the gothic clocktowers, and a deep fog suddenly fills the room. Gloomy Tamm's dark music undercuts Clover and Max's mighty riffs. Suddenly you are playing DEATH METAL. It hangs in the air: a tortured gloom that permeates everything. You feel a violent, murderous rage, but it quickly subsides. Everyone in here looks pleasantly grumpy. (Currently Jamming: Tamm Max and Clover) >talk to dudebros Sorry, I should clarify: these are *dudebros*. You don't really want to talk to them. Gloomy Tamm's dark music undercuts Clover and Max's mighty riffs. Suddenly you are playing DEATH METAL. It hangs in the air: a tortured gloom that permeates everything. You feel a violent, murderous rage, but it quickly subsides. Everyone in here looks pleasantly grumpy. (Currently Jamming: Tamm Max and Clover) >l ALLEY STAIRS Wow, and you thought the GREEN ROOM was smoked out. The ALLEY STAIRS are gross, covered in gum-stuck stickers. The young metalheads are vaping, the old metalheads are smoking, and yet everyone seems to be complaining about the "good old days" of metal... strange. The stairs are small, but lead up to the street where they're doing construction and the sidewalk is all torn up. The door to the west leads back to the BLOOD FURNACE. Mae, your cousin and (more importantly) your drummer, is sitting on the railing in a small group. You can see Clover and Max, Tamm, Mae and a crowd of dudebros here. Gloomy Tamm's dark music undercuts Clover and Max's mighty riffs. Suddenly you are playing DEATH METAL. It hangs in the air: a tortured gloom that permeates everything. You feel a violent, murderous rage, but it quickly subsides. Everyone in here looks pleasantly grumpy. (Currently Jamming: Tamm Max and Clover) >talk to mae "Ohmigoddess Scream, these fucking dudes are being such idiots and I am livid," Mae says as you approach. "Earlier, we were talking and one of them had the audacity to tell me that The Agonist was better before Vicky Psarakis. IDIOTS!" Mae says, seething. "Clearly the Agonist is better with Vicky, and Arch Enemy is better with Alissa. And now they've been locked in a heated debate for twenty minutes about whether or not The Warning is a doom metal band." Mae takes a moment to compose herself. "I didn't say The Warning--you know, the extremely-popular-femme-fronted Mexican hardrock band--I said WARNING, whose 2006 album, Watching from a Distance is one of the bleakest, noisiest doom-metal albums of all time! Scream, I need to give these children an education. But they talk too fast, and even if I say something, they won't listen! You need to help me out here. You got any clever ideas?" "Can't you let this go, Mae? We gotta kick these glamrock kids offstage," you kinda mumble. "Yeah, yeah, I'd love to Scream, but not until I settle things with these morons. Otherwise, I'm going to be so mad I'll break my sticks. Are you with me?" Looks like you'll need to find something to help Mae convince a bunch of dudebros to listen up. Gloomy Tamm's dark music undercuts Clover and Max's mighty riffs. Suddenly you are playing DEATH METAL. It hangs in the air: a tortured gloom that permeates everything. You feel a violent, murderous rage, but it quickly subsides. Everyone in here looks pleasantly grumpy. (Currently Jamming: Tamm Max and Clover) >x codex THE CODEX SADISTICA An ancient book with a pentagram on the cover, and a cover of PENTAGRAM included on CD! Its strange leather is blackened. Only a few words are legible amidst the arcane language: SCREAM. JAM. Gloomy Tamm - DOOM. Laserdragons Max and Clover - POWER. Strange new genres are possible when multiple genres jam together. Gloomy Tamm's dark music undercuts Clover and Max's mighty riffs. Suddenly you are playing DEATH METAL. It hangs in the air: a tortured gloom that permeates everything. You feel a violent, murderous rage, but it quickly subsides. Everyone in here looks pleasantly grumpy. (Currently Jamming: Tamm Max and Clover) >scream Gloomy Tamm's dark music undercuts Clover and Max's mighty riffs. Suddenly you are playing DEATH METAL. It hangs in the air: a tortured gloom that permeates everything. You feel a violent, murderous rage, but it quickly subsides. Everyone in here looks pleasantly grumpy. (Currently Jamming: Tamm Max and Clover) >w (Everyone stops jamming). BLOOD FURNACE The BLOOD FURNACE! Right now it's crammed with glamrock fans! How awful: a disgrace to the unholy legacy of the BLOOD FURNACE! Metal posters are peeling off the walls in the back. Across the crowd, to the west, you see the the short hallway to the SIDEBAR. To your east is the open doorway to the BACK ALLEY. There is also a maintenance closet on the northern wall. Behind you is the door to the GREEN ROOM. Around you, the walls are covered in posters from all the glorious bands that have graced the Infurnal Stage. You can also see a sound booth (on which is a stage manager), an Infurnal Stage (on which is Faramir Spidermoon) and a Maintenance Closet (closed) here. Onstage, Faramir Spidermoon warbles: ♫...what is this place? And where is the PAIN!?♪ Tamm flattens out her skirt and checks her eyeliner in her phone camera. >jam Whom do you want to jam with? >clover Clover and Max take out their guitars start shredding and headbanging with such speed and ferocity that you're shaken by the POWER. You feel yourself, and everything around you, infused with laser-like-energy from distant stars! (Currently Jamming: Max and Clover) >jam with tamm Tamm plugs in her guitar and starts a gloomy, mammoth riff! Everything rattles with DOOMFUL tones! You can hear the gothic clocktowers, and a deep fog suddenly fills the room. Onstage, Faramir Spidermoon warbles: ♫...Act VII: The Council of The Tattered Hoof Assembles!♪ Gloomy Tamm's dark music undercuts Clover and Max's mighty riffs. Suddenly you are playing DEATH METAL. It hangs in the air: a tortured gloom that permeates everything. Suddenly, the sharp riffs break through and a fight pit begins in the crowd. Glamrock fans, normally docile, are shoving each other back and forth. At least a few are even throwing real punches! In the chaos, the stage manager is pulled from his booth and into the open ring of crazed fans! The bouncer runs out of the bar to try and fish the stage manager out of the fight pit. (Currently Jamming: Tamm Max and Clover) >enter booth That's not something you can enter. There is already a fight pit going in the BLOOD FURNACE! (Currently Jamming: Tamm Max and Clover) >x manager You see nothing special about the stage manager. There is already a fight pit going in the BLOOD FURNACE! (Currently Jamming: Tamm Max and Clover) >w (Everyone stops jamming). All these glamrock fans are in your way! You'll never make it. >n You can't go that way. >s GREEN ROOM Ugh, the GREEN ROOM. Smoke might as well be coming out of the walls: the smell is strangling. Technically, you're too young to be in here, but nobody is carding and there's no alcohol anyway. Just a lot of aftersmoke. From the north, you hear music pounding from the BLOOD FURNACE in the next room. Emmy, the keyboardist for your band, is sitting here playing Switch. She seems to be ignoring you. You can see Emmy here. "Oooh, look at that shield flip! That should impress her," Emmy says from the ground. >scream The bouncer has rescued the stage manager and returned to the SIDEBAR. >g "Oooh, look at that shield flip! That should impress her," Emmy says from the ground. >g >scream Tamm glances curiously at another girl's skull bracelet. >g Clover and Max get stopped by a random passerby who asks about their hair routines. This might take a while. "AHHHHHH! I MISSED MY FISH WIFE'S BIRTHDAY!! Damnit, now I have to play another whole year." >l GREEN ROOM Ugh, the GREEN ROOM. Smoke might as well be coming out of the walls: the smell is strangling. Technically, you're too young to be in here, but nobody is carding and there's no alcohol anyway. Just a lot of aftersmoke. From the north, you hear music pounding from the BLOOD FURNACE in the next room. Emmy, the keyboardist for your band, is sitting here playing Switch. She seems to be ignoring you. You can see Clover and Max, Tamm and Emmy here. "Oooh, look at that shield flip! That should impress her," Emmy says from the ground. >jam with clover Clover and Max take out their guitars start shredding and headbanging with such speed and ferocity that you're shaken by the POWER. You feel yourself, and everything around you, infused with laser-like-energy from distant stars! Clover and Max begin shredding so fiercely that your very blood turns to molten starfire. The notes move so quickly that everything sparkles and dragons run through the walls... and right into Emmy's charger! Look at that! Her Switch is fully-charged instantly by a symphonic anthem of POWER METAL. "Oh, cool!" Emmy says quietly. "Thanks guys. Now I can come along too." Emmy stands up and dons her feathered hat and shuffles into a long coat with at least twenty zippers. She plays a few dramtic notes on her keyboard and yells "Yarr, show me where those glamrock, scuttlebutt, bilge-sucking pigrigs are!" "Good to have you aboard, Emmy," you say. Sea Duchess Emmy has joined your band! A new page has appeared in your book: PIRATE. You can now JAM with Emmy!" (Everyone stops playing). >x codex THE CODEX SADISTICA An ancient book with a pentagram on the cover, and a cover of PENTAGRAM included on CD! Its strange leather is blackened. Only a few words are legible amidst the arcane language: SCREAM. JAM. Gloomy Tamm - DOOM. Sea Duchess Emmy - PIRATE. Laserdragons Max and Clover - POWER. Strange new genres are possible when multiple genres jam together. Tamm stops you and fixes your eyeliner. "Phew, that could have been a disaster!" she says. >e You can't go that way. Tamm flattens out her skirt and checks her eyeliner in her phone camera. >e You can't go that way. Tamm sighs quietly and adjusts her skull earrings. Clover and Max get stopped by a random passerby who asks about their hair routines. This might take a while. >n BLOOD FURNACE The BLOOD FURNACE! Right now it's crammed with glamrock fans! How awful: a disgrace to the unholy legacy of the BLOOD FURNACE! Metal posters are peeling off the walls in the back. Across the crowd, to the west, you see the the short hallway to the SIDEBAR. To your east is the open doorway to the BACK ALLEY. There is also a maintenance closet on the northern wall. Behind you is the door to the GREEN ROOM. Around you, the walls are covered in posters from all the glorious bands that have graced the Infurnal Stage. You can also see a sound booth (on which is a stage manager), an Infurnal Stage (on which is Faramir Spidermoon) and a Maintenance Closet (closed) here. Several of the fans are riding around on each other... are they supposed to be centaurs? Tamm flattens out her skirt and checks her eyeliner in her phone camera. >talk to emmy Onstage, Faramir Spidermoon warbles: ♫...your fiery reckoning is coming, snake-god Madalanos!♪ Tamm stops you and fixes your eyeliner. "Phew, that could have been a disaster!" she says. >e ALLEY STAIRS Wow, and you thought the GREEN ROOM was smoked out. The ALLEY STAIRS are gross, covered in gum-stuck stickers. The young metalheads are vaping, the old metalheads are smoking, and yet everyone seems to be complaining about the "good old days" of metal... strange. The stairs are small, but lead up to the street where they're doing construction and the sidewalk is all torn up. The door to the west leads back to the BLOOD FURNACE. Mae, your cousin and (more importantly) your drummer, is sitting on the railing in a small group. You can see Mae and a crowd of dudebros here. Clover and Max whisper to each other and giggle. "Hey, uh, Tamm?," Emmy whispers. "Do you, uhm, do you still want to come visit my spacefarm sometime tonight? I've made some improvements since the big update!" "Oh, yeah, for sure Emmy. You know you've asked me twice already." "Oh, right, sorry!" Emmy says, blushing. >jam with emmy Emmy starts a gurdy tone on her keyboard, adjusts her hat, and spills a seaworthy melody! Ah, the glorious sounds of PIRATE metal! Strange looking gulls fill the air! How did they get in here?! Tamm glances curiously at another girl's skull bracelet. (Currently Jamming: Emmy) >jam with cloer You can't see any such thing. >jam with clover Clover and Max take out their guitars start shredding and headbanging with such speed and ferocity that you're shaken by the POWER. You feel yourself, and everything around you, infused with laser-like-energy from distant stars! Emmy's nautical notes dance around the laser-powered melodies that Clover and Max are churning out and suddenly everything becomes distorted, jazzier, warmer: you're playing STONER METAL. Tiny dragons blow little puffs of sweet-smelling smoke and the air wavers in the heat. The dudebros in the alley all stop what they're doing and turn to look at you all. "Whoaaaaaa, whoa slow down my dudes. Does anyone else feel funny?" one says. "Pssst. Mae," you whisper. "This is your chance!" Mae shoots you a thumbs-up and jumps down from the railing. "Whoa, my dudes. That thing you just said, about how vegan blackmetal bands are pandering and stupid?" Mae proceeds to give a pointed, articulated, and hilarious history of the emerging progressive metal scene and its multinational, intersectional push to be a more inclusive, yet still transgressive, space for punky artists. She notes, specifically, the role of industry bigots in gatekeeping the metal scene, the attemtps by white-supremacists to comandeer heavy-metal aesthetics, and the importance of heavy metal in building alterantive music scenes to support mutual coliberation movements. "Whoaaa. Your words, dude. They're like. Doing something wild to my brain," the guy in the Asking Alexandria shirt says. "I feel like I should disagree with you but like... maybe it's just these bongripping riffs, but the way you talk makes it feel like... like..." "You should totally take the things you said and... and make a Shreddit post on r/Metal. I like... damn. I think I need to go home," another says. The others agree and they walk off together. "Wow," you say. "That went surprisingly well... nobody even got hurt!" "Yeah, true," Mae says, clicking her drum sticks. "But I still keyed their cars while you were away. Whoops!" Stix & Stones Mae has joined your band! A new page has appeared in your book: THRASH. You can now JAM with Mae." (Everyone stops playing). ACT II - THE PLOT TO BOMB THE BLOOD FURNACE GREEN ROOM Ugh, the GREEN ROOM. Smoke might as well be coming out of the walls: the smell is strangling. Technically, you're too young to be in here, but nobody is carding and there's no alcohol anyway. Just a lot of aftersmoke. From the north, you hear music pounding from the BLOOD FURNACE in the next room. "Alright, the band is all together!" you say. "Now we just have one problem..." "Yeah, and it rhymes with Cavalier Viperspoon," Max says with an angry hairflip. "Our set is supposed to start in just a few minutes, and he just started another act of godddess-knows-how-many" Mae says. "Eleven. There are eleven acts. For the eleven elven selves of the centaur prince. Not that I listen to Faramir Spidermoon or anything," Emmy says as all the eyes turn to her. "I like this creepy book you got," Tamm says, holding your book. "It's a good prop. Did you get it on Etsy?" As she sets it down, the pages fall open and-Oh yes, ETSY. That's definitely where I got the ancient book of METAL. The profane pages of sadistica. Really, darling, is this the best you all can do? It's your big show tonight and you're just going to sit in the back while Faramir Spidermoon hogs your spotlight? Well what if I told you a little secret? What if I told you that I wasn't the only devil at this show? What if I told you that sweet Faramir is actually a DEMON. A horrible, vicious, rather centaur-obsessed demonic monstrosity from beyond your world! Yes, it's true. And the only way for you-- for us-- to defeat him... Is to play a new genre of metal. That's right! Something never heard before. No, crustpunk won't cut it. Even atmospheric-melodic-death-metal is too cliche. You'll have to do better than that! You must stop the show at all costs. You must claim the stage! Good luck, love! Get ready for the BIG SHOW."You want to blow up the stage!?" Clover asks, wide-eyed, looking at you. Hmm. You don't remember suggesting that. But folks are already looking at each other and nodding. "That seems violent!" Mae says. "So I'm in." "Yes, that seems fun," Tamm says. "We won't let anyone get seriously anyone hurt. We'll just show them a little spectacle. It will be very on-brand." "If we're looking for something flammable, we might get something strong from the bar!" Emmy says. "But we're too broke to buy booze. Plus, Scream isn't old enough," Max says flatly. "I didn't say anything about paying for it," Emmy says picking up her keyboard. Well, well. Better get to it. >l GREEN ROOM Ugh, the GREEN ROOM. Smoke might as well be coming out of the walls: the smell is strangling. Technically, you're too young to be in here, but nobody is carding and there's no alcohol anyway. Just a lot of aftersmoke. From the north, you hear music pounding from the BLOOD FURNACE in the next room. You can see Mae, Clover and Max, Emmy and Tamm here. Tamm sighs quietly and adjusts her skull earrings. "Hey, does anybody seen my phone?!" Emmy asks, frantic. "Oh wait, nevermind, I found it! Wow, this bandolier has so many pockets!" >n BLOOD FURNACE The BLOOD FURNACE! Right now it's crammed with glamrock fans! How awful: a disgrace to the unholy legacy of the BLOOD FURNACE! Metal posters are peeling off the walls in the back. Across the crowd, to the west, you see the the short hallway to the SIDEBAR. To your east is the open doorway to the BACK ALLEY. There is also a maintenance closet on the northern wall. Behind you is the door to the GREEN ROOM. Around you, the walls are covered in posters from all the glorious bands that have graced the Infurnal Stage. You can also see a sound booth (on which is a stage manager), an Infurnal Stage (on which is Faramir Spidermoon) and a Maintenance Closet (closed) here. Tamm flattens out her skirt and checks her eyeliner in her phone camera. >w All these glamrock fans are in your way! You'll never make it. Mae juggles her drumsticks and almost catches one in her eye. "Saved it!" she shouts, loudly. Clover and Max get stopped by a random passerby who asks about their hair routines. This might take a while. "Hey, uh, Tamm?," Emmy whispers. "Do you, uhm, do you still want to come visit my spacefarm sometime tonight? I've made some improvements since the big update!" "Oh, yeah, for sure Emmy. You know you've asked me twice already." "Oh, right, sorry!" Emmy says, blushing. >remove shirt You take off the Gore Jesus shirt. Tamm glances curiously at another girl's skull bracelet. Mae starts playfully drumming against the back of your head. It actually kind of hurts. Max taps Clover. "Okay, check out this riff idea: Dum-de-dooo-de-dundundundundundundundundund-weeeeew. And then, and then, we do it up an octave..." >w You run shirtless into the throng of glamrock fans! Gross. "Hell yeah! You get it!" a fan in a zombie mask shouts. Suddenly, you feel yourself rising up above the glamrock thrall: lifted up into the air and pulled back and forth on a tide of hands. Crowdsurfing! You writhe angrily until at last, you are deposited into the hallway of the SIDEBAR. SIDEBAR The SIDEBAR is loud--the noise from the BLOOD FURNACE to the east thrums against the walls and so everyone in here feels the need to talk really, really loudly. At the counter, there's a bartender and a bouncer. Metalheads are scattered about at some small tables crammed up against the walls. For a bouncer, he's very smiley. For a barkeep, he's pretty sour. You can also see a bar and a bar table here. >jam with mae Mae grabs her sticks and wails away on anything that makes a sound. Faster and faster, louder and louder--she THRASHES! A guttural rhythm: it rattles your bones! Everything feels heavy. "Hey, uh, Tamm?," Emmy whispers. "Do you, uhm, do you still want to come visit my spacefarm sometime tonight? I've made some improvements since the big update!" "Oh, yeah, for sure Emmy. You know you've asked me twice already." "Oh, right, sorry!" Emmy says, blushing. (Currently Jamming: Mae) >jam with cloer You can't see any such thing. >jam with clover Clover and Max take out their guitars start shredding and headbanging with such speed and ferocity that you're shaken by the POWER. You feel yourself, and everything around you, infused with laser-like-energy from distant stars! Tamm sighs quietly and adjusts her skull earrings. Max and Clover have a little race with Mae to see who can keep a faster pace! "Ugh, no fair," Mae says. "Without my kit, I can't keep up." (Hmm... Maybe if Mae had access to her whole drum kit, this could work!) (Currently Jamming: Mae Max and Clover) >jam with tamm Tamm plugs in her guitar and starts a gloomy, mammoth riff! Everything rattles with DOOMFUL tones! You can hear the gothic clocktowers, and a deep fog suddenly fills the room. Emmy startings playing videogames and whistling to herself. "Deep breaths, Emmy. They're just people. Lots of people. Just imagine them in their underwear! Oh. Oh no. I can't unsee it! Help!" You all try to play a song, but it's too many disparate genres. Damn, if you had the full band together, it might hold up, but you're still a member short. (Currently Jamming: Tamm Mae Max and Clover) >l SIDEBAR The SIDEBAR is loud--the noise from the BLOOD FURNACE to the east thrums against the walls and so everyone in here feels the need to talk really, really loudly. At the counter, there's a bartender and a bouncer. Metalheads are scattered about at some small tables crammed up against the walls. For a bouncer, he's very smiley. For a barkeep, he's pretty sour. You can also see Emmy, Clover and Max, Mae, Tamm, a bar and a bar table here. You all try to play a song, but it's too many disparate genres. Damn, if you had the full band together, it might hold up, but you're still a member short. (Currently Jamming: Tamm Mae Max and Clover) >x codex THE CODEX SADISTICA An ancient book with a pentagram on the cover, and a cover of PENTAGRAM included on CD! Its strange leather is blackened. Only a few words are legible amidst the arcane language: SCREAM. JAM. Gloomy Tamm - DOOM. Sea Duchess Emmy - PIRATE. Laserdragons Max and Clover - POWER. Stix & Stones Mae - THRASH. Strange new genres are possible when multiple genres jam together. You all try to play a song, but it's too many disparate genres. Damn, if you had the full band together, it might hold up, but you're still a member short. (Currently Jamming: Tamm Mae Max and Clover) >jam with emmy Emmy starts a gurdy tone on her keyboard, adjusts her hat, and spills a seaworthy melody! Ah, the glorious sounds of PIRATE metal! Strange looking gulls fill the air! How did they get in here?! What?! Right now? In front of everybody? Come on, that would spoil the show. You need to save that for your moment. This is no time for a full rehersal. (Everyone stops playing). >jam with emmy Emmy starts a gurdy tone on her keyboard, adjusts her hat, and spills a seaworthy melody! Ah, the glorious sounds of PIRATE metal! Strange looking gulls fill the air! How did they get in here?! Max and Clover are playing Fuck, Marry, Kill with famous powermetal guitarists. "Herman Li is a musical treasure," Max says, apalled. As Emmy begins her shanty, the gulls swish back and forth in broad cirlces. Suddenly, the bouncer runs up and unplugs her keyboard. "Hey! Stop that! I don't know what's going on, but these birds are out of control." Shoot! Looks like those gulls might do the trick, but first you need to make sure the bouncer and the barkeep aren't around when you do. (Everyone stops playing). >n You can't go that way. Mae starts blowing bubbles with her gum really loudly. "What are we doing again?" she asks, irritated. Clover and Max get stopped by a random passerby who asks about their hair routines. This might take a while. "Hey, does anybody seen my phone?!" Emmy asks, frantic. "Oh wait, nevermind, I found it! Wow, this bandolier has so many pockets!" >e The door to the east is blocked by stupid glamrock fans, so it's an awkward crowdsurf back into the BLOOD FURNACE. BLOOD FURNACE The BLOOD FURNACE! Right now it's crammed with glamrock fans! How awful: a disgrace to the unholy legacy of the BLOOD FURNACE! Metal posters are peeling off the walls in the back. Across the crowd, to the west, you see the the short hallway to the SIDEBAR. To your east is the open doorway to the BACK ALLEY. There is also a maintenance closet on the northern wall. Behind you is the door to the GREEN ROOM. Around you, the walls are covered in posters from all the glorious bands that have graced the Infurnal Stage. You can also see a sound booth (on which is a stage manager), an Infurnal Stage (on which is Faramir Spidermoon) and a Maintenance Closet (closed) here. Onstage, Faramir Spidermoon warbles: ♫...Act VII: The Council of The Tattered Hoof Assembles!♪ These crowdsurfers sure love being shirtless... Max and Clover are playing Fuck, Marry, Kill with famous powermetal guitarists. "Herman Li is a musical treasure," Max says, apalled. Emmy startings playing videogames and whistling to herself. "Deep breaths, Emmy. They're just people. Lots of people. Just imagine them in their underwear! Oh. Oh no. I can't unsee it! Help!" >jam with max Clover and Max take out their guitars start shredding and headbanging with such speed and ferocity that you're shaken by the POWER. You feel yourself, and everything around you, infused with laser-like-energy from distant stars! These crowdsurfers sure love being shirtless... Tamm sighs quietly and adjusts her skull earrings. Mae starts fidgeting and drumming her drumsticks against her kneepads impatiently. Emmy startings playing videogames and whistling to herself. "Deep breaths, Emmy. They're just people. Lots of people. Just imagine them in their underwear! Oh. Oh no. I can't unsee it! Help!" (Currently Jamming: Max and Clover) >jam with tamm Tamm plugs in her guitar and starts a gloomy, mammoth riff! Everything rattles with DOOMFUL tones! You can hear the gothic clocktowers, and a deep fog suddenly fills the room. Onstage, Faramir Spidermoon warbles: ♫...and now, an eighteen minute interlude featuring a centaur seashore soundscape!♪ Emmy notices someone in a much larger, more befeathered hat than her. "Oh no!" she whispers. "Quick, Scream, can we run to the costume store before the show? I can't be upstaged like this!" Gloomy Tamm's dark music undercuts Clover and Max's mighty riffs. Suddenly you are playing DEATH METAL. It hangs in the air: a tortured gloom that permeates everything. Suddenly, the sharp riffs break through and a fight pit begins in the crowd. Glamrock fans, normally docile, are shoving each other back and forth. At least a few are even throwing real punches! In the chaos, the stage manager is pulled from his booth and into the open ring of crazed fans! The bouncer runs out of the bar to try and fish the stage manager out of the fight pit. (Currently Jamming: Tamm Max and Clover) >s (Everyone stops jamming). GREEN ROOM Ugh, the GREEN ROOM. Smoke might as well be coming out of the walls: the smell is strangling. Technically, you're too young to be in here, but nobody is carding and there's no alcohol anyway. Just a lot of aftersmoke. From the north, you hear music pounding from the BLOOD FURNACE in the next room. Tamm flattens out her skirt and checks her eyeliner in her phone camera. Mae juggles her drumsticks and almost catches one in her eye. "Saved it!" she shouts, loudly. "Hey, does anybody seen my phone?!" Emmy asks, frantic. "Oh wait, nevermind, I found it! Wow, this bandolier has so many pockets!" >undo BLOOD FURNACE [Previous turn undone.] >w (Everyone stops jamming). You run shirtless into the throng of glamrock fans! Gross. "Hell yeah! You get it!" a fan in a zombie mask shouts. Suddenly, you feel yourself rising up above the glamrock thrall: lifted up into the air and pulled back and forth on a tide of hands. Crowdsurfing! You writhe angrily until at last, you are deposited into the hallway of the SIDEBAR. SIDEBAR The SIDEBAR is loud--the noise from the BLOOD FURNACE to the east thrums against the walls and so everyone in here feels the need to talk really, really loudly. At the counter, there's a bartender and a bouncer. Metalheads are scattered about at some small tables crammed up against the walls. For a barkeep, he's pretty sour. You can also see a bar and a bar table here. >jam with emmy Emmy starts a gurdy tone on her keyboard, adjusts her hat, and spills a seaworthy melody! Ah, the glorious sounds of PIRATE metal! Strange looking gulls fill the air! How did they get in here?! Tamm glances curiously at another girl's skull bracelet. Clover and Max whisper to each other and giggle. As Emmy begins her shanty, the gulls swish back and forth in broad cirlces. Suddenly, the barkeep yells runs up and unplugs her keyboard. "Hey! Stop that! I don't know what's going on, but these birds are out of control." Shoot! Looks like those gulls might do the trick, but first you need to make sure the bouncer and the barkeep aren't around when you do. (Everyone stops playing). >jam with tam You can't see any such thing. >jam with mae Mae grabs her sticks and wails away on anything that makes a sound. Faster and faster, louder and louder--she THRASHES! A guttural rhythm: it rattles your bones! Everything feels heavy. (Currently Jamming: Mae) >jam with cloer You can't see any such thing. >jam with clover Clover and Max take out their guitars start shredding and headbanging with such speed and ferocity that you're shaken by the POWER. You feel yourself, and everything around you, infused with laser-like-energy from distant stars! Max and Clover have a little race with Mae to see who can keep a faster pace! "Ugh, no fair," Mae says. "Without my kit, I can't keep up." (Hmm... Maybe if Mae had access to her whole drum kit, this could work!) (Currently Jamming: Mae Max and Clover) >undo SIDEBAR [Previous turn undone.] >jam with tamm Tamm plugs in her guitar and starts a gloomy, mammoth riff! Everything rattles with DOOMFUL tones! You can hear the gothic clocktowers, and a deep fog suddenly fills the room. Tamm's music joins with Mae's rhythm, and suddenly you are playing SLUDGE METAL. The deep, world-tearing sound rattles every bottle in the bar, and several of them burst: bright liquids swirling down and onto the ground. A few tipsy patrons stir in their seats and one by one vomit into the noxious eddy of dark water amassing on the floor. "What the fuck!?" the barkeep screams. "Goddamnit, I'll go grab a mop." The barkeep runs away, leaving all the alcohol unprotected! Now is your chance! But how will you steal it all without everyone noticing? >jam with emmy Emmy starts a gurdy tone on her keyboard, adjusts her hat, and spills a seaworthy melody! Ah, the glorious sounds of PIRATE metal! Strange looking gulls fill the air! How did they get in here?! Tamm stops you and fixes your eyeliner. "Phew, that could have been a disaster!" she says. Ah, yes, the shanty's chorus swells! The gulls wirl in greater cirlces and suddenly, one-by-one they grab bottles of conveniently flammable alcohol and hoist them into the air! In a row of murderous feathers, they soar through the door and into the BLOOD FURNACE. Bottle after bottle shatters against its historic wood, soaking it to the core. Faramir Spidermoon doesn't flinch, but his fans roar at the spectacle! The Infurnal Stage is now soaked in alcohol. The bartender returns to the SIDEBAR and sees the carnage! He is immediately thrilled and runs off to file an insurance claim. "Nice one, Emmy," Tamm says. "Now's our chance to light up the stage. Literally." "Good thing I carry one of these," Mae says. "Scream, would you like to do the honors?" You got Mae's Lighter. (Everyone stops playing). >e The door to the east is blocked by stupid glamrock fans, so it's an awkward crowdsurf back into the BLOOD FURNACE. BLOOD FURNACE The BLOOD FURNACE! Right now it's crammed with glamrock fans! How awful: a disgrace to the unholy legacy of the BLOOD FURNACE! Metal posters are peeling off the walls in the back. Across the crowd, to the west, you see the the short hallway to the SIDEBAR. To your east is the open doorway to the BACK ALLEY. There is also a maintenance closet on the northern wall. Behind you is the door to the GREEN ROOM. For a bouncer, he's very smiley. Around you, the walls are covered in posters from all the glorious bands that have graced the Infurnal Stage. You can also see a sound booth (on which is a stage manager), an Infurnal Stage (on which is Faramir Spidermoon) and a Maintenance Closet (closed) here. Onstage, Faramir Spidermoon warbles: ♫...your fiery reckoning is coming, snake-god Madalanos!♪ Tamm sighs quietly and adjusts her skull earrings. "Hey, does anybody seen my phone?!" Emmy asks, frantic. "Oh wait, nevermind, I found it! Wow, this bandolier has so many pockets!" The bouncer has rescued the stage manager and returned to the SIDEBAR. >burn posters This dangerous act would achieve little. Max taps Clover. "Okay, check out this riff idea: Dum-de-dooo-de-dundundundundundundundundund-weeeeew. And then, and then, we do it up an octave..." >x lighter You see nothing special about Mae's Lighter. Several of the fans are riding around on each other... are they supposed to be centaurs? Tamm glances curiously at another girl's skull bracelet. >burn stage (the Infurnal Stage) These damn glamrock fans are too tightly crowded! You can't get through, even by crowdsurfing! Onstage, Faramir Spidermoon warbles: ♫...and now, an eighteen minute interlude featuring a centaur seashore soundscape!♪ Several more articles of clothing are flung up by the crowd, as more glamrock fans go crowdsurfing. The barkeep has returned with a mop and cleaned up the SIDEBAR. >n You can't go that way. Onstage, Faramir Spidermoon warbles: ♫...what is this place? And where is the PAIN!?♪ >open closet You hear furious screams from inside... The stalker scrapes at the door. "Boys!! Please, let me out! I'm not just another fan, I worship you!" Mae starts fidgeting and drumming her drumsticks against her kneepads impatiently. Clover and Max whisper to each other and giggle. >e ALLEY STAIRS Wow, and you thought the GREEN ROOM was smoked out. The ALLEY STAIRS are gross, covered in gum-stuck stickers. The young metalheads are vaping, the old metalheads are smoking, and yet everyone seems to be complaining about the "good old days" of metal... strange. The stairs are small, but lead up to the street where they're doing construction and the sidewalk is all torn up. The door to the west leads back to the BLOOD FURNACE. It's cold as hell out here without your shirt on. >x kit You can't see any such thing. >w BLOOD FURNACE The BLOOD FURNACE! Right now it's crammed with glamrock fans! How awful: a disgrace to the unholy legacy of the BLOOD FURNACE! Metal posters are peeling off the walls in the back. Across the crowd, to the west, you see the the short hallway to the SIDEBAR. To your east is the open doorway to the BACK ALLEY. There is also a maintenance closet on the northern wall. Behind you is the door to the GREEN ROOM. Around you, the walls are covered in posters from all the glorious bands that have graced the Infurnal Stage. You can also see a sound booth (on which is a stage manager), an Infurnal Stage (on which is Faramir Spidermoon) and a Maintenance Closet (closed) here. Onstage, Faramir Spidermoon warbles: ♫...your laughter is explosive! Your centaur lips, corrosive!♪ >x kit You can't see any such thing. >w You run shirtless into the throng of glamrock fans! Gross. "Hell yeah! You get it!" a fan in a zombie mask shouts. Suddenly, you feel yourself rising up above the glamrock thrall: lifted up into the air and pulled back and forth on a tide of hands. Crowdsurfing! You writhe angrily until at last, you are deposited into the hallway of the SIDEBAR. SIDEBAR The SIDEBAR is loud--the noise from the BLOOD FURNACE to the east thrums against the walls and so everyone in here feels the need to talk really, really loudly. At the counter, there's a bartender and a bouncer. Metalheads are scattered about at some small tables crammed up against the walls. For a barkeep, he's pretty sour. For a bouncer, he's very smiley. You can also see a bar and a bar table here. Max taps Clover. "Okay, check out this riff idea: Dum-de-dooo-de-dundundundundundundundundund-weeeeew. And then, and then, we do it up an octave..." >x kit You can't see any such thing. >e The door to the east is blocked by stupid glamrock fans, so it's an awkward crowdsurf back into the BLOOD FURNACE. BLOOD FURNACE The BLOOD FURNACE! Right now it's crammed with glamrock fans! How awful: a disgrace to the unholy legacy of the BLOOD FURNACE! Metal posters are peeling off the walls in the back. Across the crowd, to the west, you see the the short hallway to the SIDEBAR. To your east is the open doorway to the BACK ALLEY. There is also a maintenance closet on the northern wall. Behind you is the door to the GREEN ROOM. Around you, the walls are covered in posters from all the glorious bands that have graced the Infurnal Stage. You can also see a sound booth (on which is a stage manager), an Infurnal Stage (on which is Faramir Spidermoon) and a Maintenance Closet (closed) here. The glamrock fans are just nodding along. Where's the fight pit?! Tamm stops you and fixes your eyeliner. "Phew, that could have been a disaster!" she says. Mae starts blowing bubbles with her gum really loudly. "What are we doing again?" she asks, irritated. >s GREEN ROOM Ugh, the GREEN ROOM. Smoke might as well be coming out of the walls: the smell is strangling. Technically, you're too young to be in here, but nobody is carding and there's no alcohol anyway. Just a lot of aftersmoke. From the north, you hear music pounding from the BLOOD FURNACE in the next room. Tamm stops you and fixes your eyeliner. "Phew, that could have been a disaster!" she says. Emmy startings playing videogames and whistling to herself. "Deep breaths, Emmy. They're just people. Lots of people. Just imagine them in their underwear! Oh. Oh no. I can't unsee it! Help!" >x kit You can't see any such thing. >n BLOOD FURNACE The BLOOD FURNACE! Right now it's crammed with glamrock fans! How awful: a disgrace to the unholy legacy of the BLOOD FURNACE! Metal posters are peeling off the walls in the back. Across the crowd, to the west, you see the the short hallway to the SIDEBAR. To your east is the open doorway to the BACK ALLEY. There is also a maintenance closet on the northern wall. Behind you is the door to the GREEN ROOM. Around you, the walls are covered in posters from all the glorious bands that have graced the Infurnal Stage. You can also see a sound booth (on which is a stage manager), an Infurnal Stage (on which is Faramir Spidermoon) and a Maintenance Closet (closed) here. Onstage, Faramir Spidermoon warbles: ♫...your fiery reckoning is coming, snake-god Madalanos!♪ Tamm sighs quietly and adjusts her skull earrings. >x lighter You see nothing special about Mae's Lighter. Tamm flattens out her skirt and checks her eyeliner in her phone camera. Emmy startings playing videogames and whistling to herself. "Deep breaths, Emmy. They're just people. Lots of people. Just imagine them in their underwear! Oh. Oh no. I can't unsee it! Help!" >burn stage (the Infurnal Stage) These damn glamrock fans are too tightly crowded! You can't get through, even by crowdsurfing! Tamm stops you and fixes your eyeliner. "Phew, that could have been a disaster!" she says. Mae starts playfully drumming against the back of your head. It actually kind of hurts. >jam with mae Mae grabs her sticks and wails away on anything that makes a sound. Faster and faster, louder and louder--she THRASHES! A guttural rhythm: it rattles your bones! Everything feels heavy. Onstage, Faramir Spidermoon warbles: ♫...and now, an eighteen minute interlude featuring a centaur seashore soundscape!♪ Several of the fans are riding around on each other... are they supposed to be centaurs? Max taps Clover. "Okay, check out this riff idea: Dum-de-dooo-de-dundundundundundundundundund-weeeeew. And then, and then, we do it up an octave..." Mae's sticks are a blur and the rhythm carries throughout the BLOOD FURNACE. You feel every bone in your body rattle: faster and faster and then... ... Suddenly every glamrock fan stands unmoving, frozen to the ground. No, wait a minute, they haven't slowed- instead Mae's beat carries you forward on a rhythm of lightning-fast THRASH! Only Faramir Spidermoon seems to still be moving at all, and even his long monotonous verses seem drawn out. With the glamrock fans slowed, this is your chance to move through the crowd and BURN the Infurnal Stage. (Everyone stops playing). >burn stage (the Infurnal Stage) You hold Mae's lighter tight. You move through the frozen glamrock zombies towards the Infurnal Stage, where Faramir Spidermoon wails on onstage. Faramir's bandmates have slowed visibly, but he doesn't seem to mind. You reach out towards the alcohol soaked stage with your lighter, but just as the flame nears the wood-Faramir lets out a high shriek! Carried on the amplifiers, it's so pitchy and awful, that you're sent reeling back, holding your ears! "That was close, Scream!" Emmy shouts. "You just need a tiny bit more reach!" Clover and Max whisper to each other and giggle. Emmy notices someone in a much larger, more befeathered hat than her. "Oh no!" she whispers. "Quick, Scream, can we run to the costume store before the show? I can't be upstaged like this!" >scream Tamm glances curiously at another girl's skull bracelet. Mae juggles her drumsticks and almost catches one in her eye. "Saved it!" she shouts, loudly. >i You are carrying: Mae's Lighter a CODEX SADISTICA Character sheet Acid Lobotomy Poster a Gore Jesus shirt Clover and Max whisper to each other and giggle. >burn poster (Acid Lobotomy Poster) You light the end of the poster on fire! A small tear wells in your eye. But this is what they would want, you know. >burn stage with poster You can't see any such thing. >burn stage (the Infurnal Stage) With the poster ablaze- your reach is just enough! The burning tip touches the booze-soaked wood and suddenly... BURNING STAGE The Infurnal Stage is ablaze! Your bandmates" instruments are already here and they seem ready to jam (and, miraculously not on fire... although wait, I'm a devil... does that still count as a miracle?). Whatever, there's nowhere left to run! The Fated End of Faramir Spidermoon The stage is a raging inferno on all sides. You scramble upwards, dazed. The fire licks at your legs but it doesn't burn. You're welcome, for that. Above you, Faramir Spidermoon has unfurled into a horrid monstrosity. His face is swollen and sparkles where the horns jutt through the skin. Faramir screams angrily! At the end of his long, tendril-like arms, his "bandmates" are mere puppets of skin holding instruments! TIME FOR THE BIG SHOW. Fuck, how are you going to deal with Faramir while he's up on the ceiling like that? But it's then that you spot it-- a black tarp covers a lurking shape at the back of the stage. Mae's drumkit! Tamm grabs Emmy and pulls her away from one of DIABOLICAL FARAMIR's awful glam-metal sparkle-bombs. >jam with mae Mae grabs her sticks and wails away on anything that makes a sound. Faster and faster, louder and louder--she THRASHES! A guttural rhythm: it rattles your bones! Everything feels heavy. DIABOLICAL FARAMIR prepares for a giant, earth-rending glam-attack! (Currently Jamming: Mae) >save Ok. >jam with tamm Tamm plugs in her guitar and starts a gloomy, mammoth riff! Everything rattles with DOOMFUL tones! You can hear the gothic clocktowers, and a deep fog suddenly fills the room. Tamm's music joins with Mae's rhythm, and suddenly you are playing SLUDGE METAL. It's too deep! Too guttural! You hear the sounds that the earth plays deep beneath you: a tectonic riff of S L U D G E. The ground is now coated in chunky, opaque water. Gross. Tamm grabs Emmy and pulls her away from one of DIABOLICAL FARAMIR's awful glam-metal sparkle-bombs. (Currently Jamming: Tamm Mae) >jam with clover Clover and Max take out their guitars start shredding and headbanging with such speed and ferocity that you're shaken by the POWER. You feel yourself, and everything around you, infused with laser-like-energy from distant stars! You all try to play a song, but it's too many disparate genres. Damn, if you had the full band together, it might hold up, but you're still a member short. DIABOLICAL FARAMIR trains its eyes on Mae. (Currently Jamming: Tamm Mae Max and Clover) >jam with emmy Emmy starts a gurdy tone on her keyboard, adjusts her hat, and spills a seaworthy melody! Ah, the glorious sounds of PIRATE metal! Strange looking gulls fill the air! How did they get in here?! Mae still needs to get to her drumkit! That damn Spidermoon is in the way! (Everyone stops playing). DIABOLICAL FARAMIR trains its eyes on Mae. >x spidermoon You can't see any such thing. >x faramir It hangs from the ceiling! It has so many eyes! So many strings! The noises and the lights are unbearable! DIABOLICAL FARAMIR prepares for a giant, earth-rending glam-attack! >i You are carrying: Burned Poster Mae's Lighter a CODEX SADISTICA Character sheet a Gore Jesus shirt DIABOLICAL FARAMIR prepares for a giant, earth-rending glam-attack! >x burned You weep a single tear thinking about it. DIABOLICAL FARAMIR prepares for a giant, earth-rending glam-attack! >jam with emmy Emmy starts a gurdy tone on her keyboard, adjusts her hat, and spills a seaworthy melody! Ah, the glorious sounds of PIRATE metal! Strange looking gulls fill the air! How did they get in here?! DIABOLICAL FARAMIR prepares for a giant, earth-rending glam-attack! (Currently Jamming: Emmy) >jam with clover Clover and Max take out their guitars start shredding and headbanging with such speed and ferocity that you're shaken by the POWER. You feel yourself, and everything around you, infused with laser-like-energy from distant stars! Emmy's nautical notes dance around the laser-powered melodies that Clover and Max are churning out and suddenly everything becomes distorted, jazzier, warmer: you're playing STONER METAL.. Tiny dragons blow little puffs of sweet-smelling smoke and the air wavers in the heat and everyone is like duuuuuuude. DIABOLICAL FARAMIR tries to smash Max and Clover with one of it's limbs, but they're too fast. (Currently Jamming: Emmy Max and Clover) >jam with tamm Tamm plugs in her guitar and starts a gloomy, mammoth riff! Everything rattles with DOOMFUL tones! You can hear the gothic clocktowers, and a deep fog suddenly fills the room. You all try to play a song, but it's too many disparate genres. Damn, if you had the full band together, it might hold up, but you're still a little short. DIABOLICAL FARAMIR tries to smash Max and Clover with one of it's limbs, but they're too fast. (Currently Jamming: Tamm Emmy Max and Clover) >jam with mae Mae grabs her sticks and wails away on anything that makes a sound. Faster and faster, louder and louder--she THRASHES! A guttural rhythm: it rattles your bones! Everything feels heavy. Mae still needs to get to her drumkit! That damn Spidermoon is in the way! (Everyone stops playing). Tamm grabs Emmy and pulls her away from one of DIABOLICAL FARAMIR's awful glam-metal sparkle-bombs. >x spidermoon You can't see any such thing. >push faramir Nothing obvious happens. DIABOLICAL FARAMIR tries to smash Max and Clover with one of it's limbs, but they're too fast. >hint > Introduction to Codex Sadistica: A Heavy Metal Minigame Instructions for Play Feeling lost? Completely stuck? Hints Credits Introduction to Codex Sadistica: A Heavy Metal Minigame > Instructions for Play Feeling lost? Completely stuck? Hints Credits Introduction to Codex Sadistica: A Heavy Metal Minigame > Instructions for Play Feeling lost? Completely stuck? Hints Credits Introduction to Codex Sadistica: A Heavy Metal Minigame Instructions for Play > Feeling lost? Completely stuck? Hints Credits Introduction to Codex Sadistica: A Heavy Metal Minigame Instructions for Play > Feeling lost? Completely stuck? Hints Credits Introduction to Codex Sadistica: A Heavy Metal Minigame Instructions for Play Feeling lost? > Completely stuck? Hints Credits Introduction to Codex Sadistica: A Heavy Metal Minigame Instructions for Play Feeling lost? > Completely stuck? Hints Credits If you're truly stuck, or just want the story, you can always view the full walkthrough that accompanies the game! Please press SPACE to continue. Introduction to Codex Sadistica: A Heavy Metal Minigame Instructions for Play Feeling lost? > Completely stuck? Hints Credits Introduction to Codex Sadistica: A Heavy Metal Minigame Instructions for Play Feeling lost? > Completely stuck? Hints Credits Introduction to Codex Sadistica: A Heavy Metal Minigame Instructions for Play Feeling lost? Completely stuck? > Hints Credits Introduction to Codex Sadistica: A Heavy Metal Minigame Instructions for Play Feeling lost? Completely stuck? > Hints Credits > When in doubt: Try jamming with someone. You can always stop jamming with "Stop." There are no jam combinations with three genres in this game. You can always view your Inventory. After recruiting Tamm, you can always examine the Codex Sadistica. Feel free to jam out somewhere and learn what combinations you can make. Trial and error is often the easiest way. When in doubt: Try jamming with someone. > You can always stop jamming with "Stop." There are no jam combinations with three genres in this game. You can always view your Inventory. After recruiting Tamm, you can always examine the Codex Sadistica. Feel free to jam out somewhere and learn what combinations you can make. Trial and error is often the easiest way. When in doubt: Try jamming with someone. > You can always stop jamming with "Stop." There are no jam combinations with three genres in this game. You can always view your Inventory. After recruiting Tamm, you can always examine the Codex Sadistica. Feel free to jam out somewhere and learn what combinations you can make. Trial and error is often the easiest way. When in doubt: Try jamming with someone. You can always stop jamming with "Stop." > There are no jam combinations with three genres in this game. You can always view your Inventory. After recruiting Tamm, you can always examine the Codex Sadistica. Feel free to jam out somewhere and learn what combinations you can make. Trial and error is often the easiest way. When in doubt: Try jamming with someone. You can always stop jamming with "Stop." > There are no jam combinations with three genres in this game. You can always view your Inventory. After recruiting Tamm, you can always examine the Codex Sadistica. Feel free to jam out somewhere and learn what combinations you can make. Trial and error is often the easiest way. When in doubt: Try jamming with someone. You can always stop jamming with "Stop." There are no jam combinations with three genres in this game. > You can always view your Inventory. After recruiting Tamm, you can always examine the Codex Sadistica. Feel free to jam out somewhere and learn what combinations you can make. Trial and error is often the easiest way. When in doubt: Try jamming with someone. You can always stop jamming with "Stop." There are no jam combinations with three genres in this game. > You can always view your Inventory. After recruiting Tamm, you can always examine the Codex Sadistica. Feel free to jam out somewhere and learn what combinations you can make. Trial and error is often the easiest way. When in doubt: Try jamming with someone. You can always stop jamming with "Stop." > There are no jam combinations with three genres in this game. You can always view your Inventory. After recruiting Tamm, you can always examine the Codex Sadistica. Feel free to jam out somewhere and learn what combinations you can make. Trial and error is often the easiest way. When in doubt: Try jamming with someone. You can always stop jamming with "Stop." > There are no jam combinations with three genres in this game. You can always view your Inventory. After recruiting Tamm, you can always examine the Codex Sadistica. Feel free to jam out somewhere and learn what combinations you can make. Trial and error is often the easiest way. When in doubt: Try jamming with someone. > You can always stop jamming with "Stop." There are no jam combinations with three genres in this game. You can always view your Inventory. After recruiting Tamm, you can always examine the Codex Sadistica. Feel free to jam out somewhere and learn what combinations you can make. Trial and error is often the easiest way. When in doubt: Try jamming with someone. > You can always stop jamming with "Stop." There are no jam combinations with three genres in this game. You can always view your Inventory. After recruiting Tamm, you can always examine the Codex Sadistica. Feel free to jam out somewhere and learn what combinations you can make. Trial and error is often the easiest way. > When in doubt: Try jamming with someone. You can always stop jamming with "Stop." There are no jam combinations with three genres in this game. You can always view your Inventory. After recruiting Tamm, you can always examine the Codex Sadistica. Feel free to jam out somewhere and learn what combinations you can make. Trial and error is often the easiest way. > When in doubt: Try jamming with someone. You can always stop jamming with "Stop." There are no jam combinations with three genres in this game. You can always view your Inventory. After recruiting Tamm, you can always examine the Codex Sadistica. Feel free to jam out somewhere and learn what combinations you can make. Trial and error is often the easiest way. *** Run-time problem P23: Attempt to look up a non-existent entry at column 2, row 1 of the table 'Table of Hints'. Press SPACE to return to the menu or H to reveal another hint. > When in doubt: Try jamming with someone. You can always stop jamming with "Stop." There are no jam combinations with three genres in this game. You can always view your Inventory. After recruiting Tamm, you can always examine the Codex Sadistica. Feel free to jam out somewhere and learn what combinations you can make. Trial and error is often the easiest way. > When in doubt: Try jamming with someone. You can always stop jamming with "Stop." There are no jam combinations with three genres in this game. You can always view your Inventory. After recruiting Tamm, you can always examine the Codex Sadistica. Feel free to jam out somewhere and learn what combinations you can make. Trial and error is often the easiest way. When in doubt: Try jamming with someone. > You can always stop jamming with "Stop." There are no jam combinations with three genres in this game. You can always view your Inventory. After recruiting Tamm, you can always examine the Codex Sadistica. Feel free to jam out somewhere and learn what combinations you can make. Trial and error is often the easiest way. When in doubt: Try jamming with someone. > You can always stop jamming with "Stop." There are no jam combinations with three genres in this game. You can always view your Inventory. After recruiting Tamm, you can always examine the Codex Sadistica. Feel free to jam out somewhere and learn what combinations you can make. Trial and error is often the easiest way. When in doubt: Try jamming with someone. You can always stop jamming with "Stop." > There are no jam combinations with three genres in this game. You can always view your Inventory. After recruiting Tamm, you can always examine the Codex Sadistica. Feel free to jam out somewhere and learn what combinations you can make. Trial and error is often the easiest way. When in doubt: Try jamming with someone. You can always stop jamming with "Stop." > There are no jam combinations with three genres in this game. You can always view your Inventory. After recruiting Tamm, you can always examine the Codex Sadistica. Feel free to jam out somewhere and learn what combinations you can make. Trial and error is often the easiest way. When in doubt: Try jamming with someone. You can always stop jamming with "Stop." There are no jam combinations with three genres in this game. > You can always view your Inventory. After recruiting Tamm, you can always examine the Codex Sadistica. Feel free to jam out somewhere and learn what combinations you can make. Trial and error is often the easiest way. When in doubt: Try jamming with someone. You can always stop jamming with "Stop." There are no jam combinations with three genres in this game. > You can always view your Inventory. After recruiting Tamm, you can always examine the Codex Sadistica. Feel free to jam out somewhere and learn what combinations you can make. Trial and error is often the easiest way. When in doubt: Try jamming with someone. You can always stop jamming with "Stop." There are no jam combinations with three genres in this game. You can always view your Inventory. > After recruiting Tamm, you can always examine the Codex Sadistica. Feel free to jam out somewhere and learn what combinations you can make. Trial and error is often the easiest way. When in doubt: Try jamming with someone. You can always stop jamming with "Stop." There are no jam combinations with three genres in this game. You can always view your Inventory. > After recruiting Tamm, you can always examine the Codex Sadistica. Feel free to jam out somewhere and learn what combinations you can make. Trial and error is often the easiest way. When in doubt: Try jamming with someone. You can always stop jamming with "Stop." There are no jam combinations with three genres in this game. You can always view your Inventory. After recruiting Tamm, you can always examine the Codex Sadistica. > Feel free to jam out somewhere and learn what combinations you can make. Trial and error is often the easiest way. When in doubt: Try jamming with someone. You can always stop jamming with "Stop." There are no jam combinations with three genres in this game. You can always view your Inventory. After recruiting Tamm, you can always examine the Codex Sadistica. > Feel free to jam out somewhere and learn what combinations you can make. Trial and error is often the easiest way. When in doubt: Try jamming with someone. You can always stop jamming with "Stop." There are no jam combinations with three genres in this game. You can always view your Inventory. After recruiting Tamm, you can always examine the Codex Sadistica. Feel free to jam out somewhere and learn what combinations you can make. > Trial and error is often the easiest way. When in doubt: Try jamming with someone. You can always stop jamming with "Stop." There are no jam combinations with three genres in this game. You can always view your Inventory. After recruiting Tamm, you can always examine the Codex Sadistica. Feel free to jam out somewhere and learn what combinations you can make. > Trial and error is often the easiest way. When in doubt: Try jamming with someone. You can always stop jamming with "Stop." There are no jam combinations with three genres in this game. You can always view your Inventory. After recruiting Tamm, you can always examine the Codex Sadistica. Feel free to jam out somewhere and learn what combinations you can make. > Trial and error is often the easiest way. When in doubt: Try jamming with someone. You can always stop jamming with "Stop." There are no jam combinations with three genres in this game. You can always view your Inventory. After recruiting Tamm, you can always examine the Codex Sadistica. Feel free to jam out somewhere and learn what combinations you can make. > Trial and error is often the easiest way. Introduction to Codex Sadistica: A Heavy Metal Minigame Instructions for Play Feeling lost? Completely stuck? > Hints Credits BURNING STAGE The Infurnal Stage is ablaze! Your bandmates" instruments are already here and they seem ready to jam (and, miraculously not on fire... although wait, I'm a devil... does that still count as a miracle?). Whatever, there's nowhere left to run! You can see Emmy, Clover and Max, Mae, Tamm, DIABOLICAL FARAMIR, GOD OF GLAM METAL and a black tarp here. >x tarp Mae's drumkit! It's still covered up, but if you can get that tarp off, Mae should be able to keep up with the others! Tamm grabs Emmy and pulls her away from one of DIABOLICAL FARAMIR's awful glam-metal sparkle-bombs. >take tarp You run towards the drumkit to pull the tarp off, but from above DIABOLICAL FARAMIR is waiting for you! With a hideous, giant arm, he smashes the stage next to you--wood and cinder fly as you're knocked backwards. Shit! You're going to need to get that asshat down from the ceiling if you're going to get Mae to her drumkit! Tamm grabs Emmy and pulls her away from one of DIABOLICAL FARAMIR's awful glam-metal sparkle-bombs. >jam with emmy Emmy starts a gurdy tone on her keyboard, adjusts her hat, and spills a seaworthy melody! Ah, the glorious sounds of PIRATE metal! Strange looking gulls fill the air! How did they get in here?! Tamm grabs Emmy and pulls her away from one of DIABOLICAL FARAMIR's awful glam-metal sparkle-bombs. (Currently Jamming: Emmy) >jam with tamm Tamm plugs in her guitar and starts a gloomy, mammoth riff! Everything rattles with DOOMFUL tones! You can hear the gothic clocktowers, and a deep fog suddenly fills the room. Emmy and Tamm's music joins and suddenly you are playing FOLK METAL. Fog becomes mist. Ivy grows everywhere. Trees burst up from the flaming stage and they impale the hulking frame of DIABOLICAL FARAMIR, GOD OF GLAM METAL. With a hungry whimper, he falls to the stage, writhing and angry! The flames charr its legs and it skitters forward, gnashing frantically! Max and Clover barely manage to leap out of the way, and Tamm ducks quickly behind a tree. You did it! With DIABOLICAL FARAMIR knocked down, Mae's drumkit is unguarded! "Scream!" Mae shouts. "Help me get the tarp off!" (Everyone stops playing). DIABOLICAL FARAMIR prepares for a giant, earth-rending glam-attack! >take tarp With DIABOLICAL FARAMIR knocked down, you have a chance! Mae scrambles through the flames and you follow just behind. Together you heave the tarp upwards and it sails through the heat across the stage. Mae's Drumkit is spray-painted to glow in the dark and covered in dozens of googly eyes that shudder with the rumbling of the stage. Mae pulls on her headphones and leaps into the stool. "Finally!" Mae yells, clicking her sticks together. "Let's give this chucklefuck a show!" (Mae is now at her drumkit-- new combinations are possible!) Tamm grabs Emmy and pulls her away from one of DIABOLICAL FARAMIR's awful glam-metal sparkle-bombs. >jam with mae Mae grabs her sticks and wails away on anything that makes a sound. Faster and faster, louder and louder--she THRASHES! A guttural rhythm: it rattles your bones! Everything feels heavy. DIABOLICAL FARAMIR trains its eyes on Mae. (Currently Jamming: Mae) >jam with tamm Tamm plugs in her guitar and starts a gloomy, mammoth riff! Everything rattles with DOOMFUL tones! You can hear the gothic clocktowers, and a deep fog suddenly fills the room. Tamm's music joins with Mae's rhythm, and suddenly you are playing SLUDGE METAL. It's too deep! Too guttural! You hear the sounds that the earth plays deep beneath you: a tectonic riff of S L U D G E. The ground is now coated in chunky, opaque water. Gross. DIABOLICAL FARAMIR tries to smash Max and Clover with one of it's limbs, but they're too fast. (Currently Jamming: Tamm Mae) >jam with clover Clover and Max take out their guitars start shredding and headbanging with such speed and ferocity that you're shaken by the POWER. You feel yourself, and everything around you, infused with laser-like-energy from distant stars! You all try to play a song, but it's too many disparate genres. Damn, if you had the full band together, it might hold up, but you're still a member short. DIABOLICAL FARAMIR tries to smash Max and Clover with one of it's limbs, but they're too fast. (Currently Jamming: Tamm Mae Max and Clover) >jam with emmy Emmy starts a gurdy tone on her keyboard, adjusts her hat, and spills a seaworthy melody! Ah, the glorious sounds of PIRATE metal! Strange looking gulls fill the air! How did they get in here?! Mae still needs to get to her drumkit! That damn Spidermoon is in the way! (Everyone stops playing). DIABOLICAL FARAMIR prepares for a giant, earth-rending glam-attack! >* wait what? That noun did not make sense in this context. >jam with mae Mae grabs her sticks and wails away on anything that makes a sound. Faster and faster, louder and louder--she THRASHES! A guttural rhythm: it rattles your bones! Everything feels heavy. Tamm grabs Emmy and pulls her away from one of DIABOLICAL FARAMIR's awful glam-metal sparkle-bombs. (Currently Jamming: Mae) >jam with clover Clover and Max take out their guitars start shredding and headbanging with such speed and ferocity that you're shaken by the POWER. You feel yourself, and everything around you, infused with laser-like-energy from distant stars! "Hey Mae!" Clover yells. "You think your drums are fast? Well check out this sweet riff I just wrote!" Clover begins shredding, and Max joins him. "You're joking, right? You call that a tempo!?" Mae yells back. "Oh no," you think, but it's too late. Before you can stop them, it's already begun: Max and Clover's hands are smoking, Mae's drums are aflame as you're all awash in the fury of SPEED METAL. DIABOLICAL FARAMIR, GOD OF GLAM METAL could not have expected this: nobody could--the very unwinding of time. Clover and Max's riffs meet Mae's rage and together they are an unending line into the infinite: the heavy-metal vector of the world. Naturally, this is all a bit much for the stage, and it gives out: beneath it opens a great hole into the nothing of forever. DIABOLICAL FARAMIR eyes it with horror, and it lets out a scream that knocks everyone back! (This is it! You have DIABOLICAL FARAMIR cornered! Time to deliver a finishing blow! But how?) (Everyone stops playing). DIABOLICAL FARAMIR trains its eyes on Mae. >* oh, I see You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >jam with mae Mae grabs her sticks and wails away on anything that makes a sound. Faster and faster, louder and louder--she THRASHES! A guttural rhythm: it rattles your bones! Everything feels heavy. DIABOLICAL FARAMIR trains its eyes on Mae. (Currently Jamming: Mae) >jam with clover Clover and Max take out their guitars start shredding and headbanging with such speed and ferocity that you're shaken by the POWER. You feel yourself, and everything around you, infused with laser-like-energy from distant stars! "Hey Mae!" Clover yells. "You think your drums are fast? Well check out this sweet riff I just wrote!" Clover begins shredding, and Max joins him. "You're joking, right? You call that a tempo!?" Mae yells back. "Oh no," you think, but it's too late. Before you can stop them, it's already begun: Max and Clover's hands are smoking, Mae's drums are aflame as you're all awash in the fury of SPEED METAL. DIABOLICAL FARAMIR, GOD OF GLAM METAL could not have expected this: nobody could--the very unwinding of time. Clover and Max's riffs meet Mae's rage and together they are an unending line into the infinite: the heavy-metal vector of the world. Naturally, this is all a bit much for the stage, and it gives out: beneath it opens a great hole into the nothing of forever. DIABOLICAL FARAMIR eyes it with horror, and it lets out a scream that knocks everyone back! (This is it! You have DIABOLICAL FARAMIR cornered! Time to deliver a finishing blow! But how?) (Everyone stops playing). Tamm grabs Emmy and pulls her away from one of DIABOLICAL FARAMIR's awful glam-metal sparkle-bombs. >jam with mae Mae grabs her sticks and wails away on anything that makes a sound. Faster and faster, louder and louder--she THRASHES! A guttural rhythm: it rattles your bones! Everything feels heavy. Tamm grabs Emmy and pulls her away from one of DIABOLICAL FARAMIR's awful glam-metal sparkle-bombs. (Currently Jamming: Mae) >jam with tamm Tamm plugs in her guitar and starts a gloomy, mammoth riff! Everything rattles with DOOMFUL tones! You can hear the gothic clocktowers, and a deep fog suddenly fills the room. Tamm's music joins with Mae's rhythm, and suddenly you are playing SLUDGE METAL. It's too deep! Too guttural! You hear the sounds that the earth plays deep beneath you: a tectonic riff of S L U D G E. The ground is now coated in chunky, opaque water. Gross. DIABOLICAL FARAMIR tries to smash Max and Clover with one of it's limbs, but they're too fast. (Currently Jamming: Tamm Mae) >jam with emmy Emmy starts a gurdy tone on her keyboard, adjusts her hat, and spills a seaworthy melody! Ah, the glorious sounds of PIRATE metal! Strange looking gulls fill the air! How did they get in here?! You all try to play a song, but it's too many disparate genres. Damn, if you had the full band together, it might hold up, but you're still a little short. DIABOLICAL FARAMIR trains its eyes on Mae. (Currently Jamming: Tamm Emmy Mae) >jam with clover Clover and Max take out their guitars start shredding and headbanging with such speed and ferocity that you're shaken by the POWER. You feel yourself, and everything around you, infused with laser-like-energy from distant stars! Mae still needs to get to her drumkit! That damn Spidermoon is in the way! (Everyone stops playing). DIABOLICAL FARAMIR trains its eyes on Mae. >* she's at the kit! That noun did not make sense in this context. >jam with emmy Emmy starts a gurdy tone on her keyboard, adjusts her hat, and spills a seaworthy melody! Ah, the glorious sounds of PIRATE metal! Strange looking gulls fill the air! How did they get in here?! DIABOLICAL FARAMIR tries to smash Max and Clover with one of it's limbs, but they're too fast. (Currently Jamming: Emmy) >jam with mae Mae grabs her sticks and wails away on anything that makes a sound. Faster and faster, louder and louder--she THRASHES! A guttural rhythm: it rattles your bones! Everything feels heavy. Mae's drums and Emmy's rhythm grate awkwardly against each other. "Oh, oh, wait, I see what you're doing!" Emmy yells. "Oh yeah, here, let me add a few layers, and- oh wow." You feel... odd. And in the odd... there is something warmly familiar. A revelation: PROG METAL. Unfolding out of the air, six-winged goats and weevil-headed lions climb up from the ground to the strange, shifting verses of the song. DIABOLICAL FARAMIR seethes at the sight of them. With its tendril-puppeteered bandmates it swats at them furiously, but they do not stop coming. Wave after wave, groove after groove, the unmade creatures of what's possible come for the blood of the THE GLAM METAL GOD. Its frantic swats knock everyone back. (Everyone stops playing). Tamm grabs Emmy and pulls her away from one of DIABOLICAL FARAMIR's awful glam-metal sparkle-bombs. As quickly as this song began, it begins to end. DIABOLICAL FARAMIR is cornered against the great hole of the abyss, as the undending hordes of strange, unshaped creatures surround it. Your bandmates guard their instruments. Beyond the stage, you hear the flames and sirens and the cheers of an audience. Stix & Stones Mae's merciless tempo does not yield as the fires of the stage burn their way up into the roof of the venue to an audible cracking. Sea Duchess Emmy's symphonic broadside fills the air with unbreaking tenor and the chorus swells under your feet. Their hands are imperciptble blurs of sound against strings of thunder, as Max and Clover's hair sprays back and forth against the twisting wind of the wormhole. Gloomy Tamm carries the sound of all the others and remakes it, cuts to its bones and animates the noise; dancing skulls follow her fingers and their grave-filled breath fills the air. And you, of course. As the pages of THE CODEX burst from their spine, torn free from the sound of of a new song, a new genre, a new metal... Do it. Do it now. Nobody is listening. Everyone is listening. SCREAM.SCREAM!This is your sound, now. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > quit