Game transcript mode ON. Type a backtick ( ` ) character at the start of an input to make a comment in your transcript. Type TSTOP to save your transcript. You're in the exit of the supermarket car park, trying to turn right. >L You're in the exit of the supermarket car park, trying to turn right. >LOOK You're in the exit of the supermarket car park, trying to turn right. >ABOUT Game: Turn Right Game version: 0.1.0 Adventuron version: 1.0.0 Beta 83 [PERSONAL USE ONLY] Written by Dee Cooke Copyright © Dee Cooke 2024 Adventuron system created by Chris Ainsley (https://adventuron.io) In-game font: 'Open Sans' by Steve Matteson Map font: 'Gill Sans MT' by Eric Gill Cover font: 'Familiar Pro Bold' by Roger S. Nelsson Graphics by Dee Cooke, with a little help from GIMP Playtesting by Amanda Walker, Andrew Schultz, B. J. Best, Daniel Stelzer, dott. Piergiorgio, Geth Rees and manonamora >N You're in a car, waiting at a junction. Type TURN RIGHT, TURN LEFT or GO STRAIGHT if you want to move in a particular direction. >GO STRAIGHT You can't go in that direction as there's no side road directly opposite. >TURN RIGHT A couple of cars have just appeared from the roundabout to the right and are approaching your junction. You don't have time to pull out. You wait and let them pass. >TURN RIGHT The road is clear to the right. You glance left. A Range Rover is barrelling at full speed down the hill. There might JUST be enough time to pull out in front of it. But you can't be certain. You wait and let it pass. >TURN RIGHT It looks like the lights have turned red at this side of the roundabout, presumably due to a pedestrian pressing the button to cross. This means that no cars will be coming from the right for half a minute or so. (Unless somebody runs the red light, which is not unknown at this roundabout.) You glance left. Nothing is coming down from the hill, but a few cars have lined up behind the Range Rover at the lights. They're blocking the opposite side of the road and so you can't pull out at the moment. (It would have been nice if they'd left a gap for you, but drivers round here don't tend to do that.) >TURN RIGHT The lights at the roundabout turn green, and the cars on the opposite side of the road move out of your way. You wait for the cars to move through the lights from the other direction. The road to the right is clear again. You glance left. Miraculously, the hill is clear too. You start to take your foot off the clutch and take one more look to the right... Another car has appeared out of nowhere. Never mind. >TURN RIGHT You watch the road to the right for what feels like ten minutes. A neverending stream of cars pours from the direction of the roundabout, headlights all casting the same pattern as they slip past you. You start to wonder if they're all driving round in one giant circular convoy, just to mess with you and keep you in this supermarket car park forever. >TURN RIGHT The neverending stream of cars from the right has somehow ended. Unfortunately, it seems to have been replaced by a neverending stream of cars from the left. The far lane on the opposite side of the road (i.e. the lane you need to reach) is empty, but the lane you need to cross is not. >TURN RIGHT The nearer lane on the opposite side of the road is now clear, but the far lane (your lane) is not. The nearer side of the road remains unusually empty, and you consider pulling into the near lane on the opposite side and hence entering the roundabout from the wrong lane (as you know nobody will ever be patient enough to let you into the correct lane). However, you've made that mistake before and it always results in much greater peril on the roundabout. Tempting as it is, you have to wait. >TURN RIGHT Directly across the road from you, one of the cars in the far lane slows as it approaches the turning into the pub car park. Its left indicator flashes for a moment, signalling that the driver intends to enter the car park. Then the indicator goes off for a few seconds. Then it goes on again, the car slowing almost to a stop. The driver must be lost. Or just having an existential crisis about whether to go for a post-work pint. Behind the slow car, several other drivers start beeping their horns. The car comes to a complete stop next to the turning. There might just be enough space for you to turn into the nearer lane and then nip into the far lane in front of the stopped car. You glance right. Nothing coming from the other direction. You check the stopped car again, and start to pull out... At the exact same moment, the stopped car suddenly takes off again, the driver clearly having decided against the pint. You brake sharply, glance in the rear view mirror and reverse the whole two inches of progress you managed to make. >TURN RIGHT The traffic that built up in the far lane while the indecisive driver was deciding about the pub is still slowly making its way through the lights onto the roundabout, so you can't move at the moment. In your mirrors, you see a sudden movement. A large white van that has been parked in the supermarket car park for some time is pulling out of its space. >TURN RIGHT The traffic in the far lane finally dissipates, leaving both lanes on the opposite side of the road clear. Unfortunately, cars keep coming from the right. You drum your fingers on the steering wheel impatiently. The large white van drives up behind you and comes to a stop, far too close to the rear end of your car. In the rear view mirror, all you can see is a giant expanse of van. >TURN RIGHT The stream of traffic from the right seems to have become neverending again. The van driver behind you blasts his horn at a deafening volume, making you jump. This does nothing good for your already-high anxiety levels. >TURN RIGHT There's a slight gap in the oncoming traffic from the right, and nothing coming from the left. You're tempted to chance it... but then the cars in front of the gap slow down slightly, making it even smaller. It's too risky to try and squeeze through, so you wait. The van driver behind you blasts his horn angrily again, and in your rear view mirror you see him veer to the side to overtake you, despite the supermarket car park exit being just about wide enough for two small cars at best. You barely manage to move your car onto the pavement next to the exit in time to avoid a collision! The van's rear right wheel damages the car park wall slightly as the van shoots onto the road, the driver managing to slip through the small gap in traffic using some dark van driver magic of which you have no knowledge. Horns blare on the other side of the road as the van barges its way onto the near lane, forcing the cars in the lane to brake. But somehow, the van makes it to the roundabout without a scratch. Blimmin' van drivers. You really wish you had his bravery though. >TURN RIGHT It's still not clear to the left, partly because of the slight jam caused by the van's interruption to the flow of traffic. Looking at the hill, it looks like there might be another gap in traffic coming up, so maybe in a minute... >TURN RIGHT The hoped-for gap in traffic materialises on the opposite side of the road. Unfortunately, it is not matched by a gap on the near side of the road. You stare at the traffic coming from the right, repeating to yourself, 'After this car... after this black one... no, after this one...'. >TURN RIGHT The opposite side of the road has filled with stationary traffic again - both lanes. It looks like it's coming up to the worst part of rush hour, when every road slows to an agonising crawl. You had really hoped to avoid this. There's no getting into either lane at the moment. Unless some kind driver lets you in... >TURN RIGHT The opposite side of the road is still full of traffic. No gaps. Not even the tiniest of gaps for your little car. And now cars are coming from the right again. However, the first car approaching your junction from the right slows slightly. Maybe it's turning into the supermarket car park entrance? But it's not indicating to turn... The car slows to a stop and flashes its headlights at you, signalling that the driver is letting you pull out. Which would be lovely if the other side of the road weren't blocked! You are indicating, yes? You can hear the telltale tick-tock of the indicator, but you double-check you are indicating to turn right and you haven't stupidly put it on left by mistake. Nope, definitely indicating right! What is that driver thinking? Can't they see what the situation is on the other side of the road? Do they expect you to pull out and just sit there, blocking the entire road from the roundabout until the traffic clears on the opposite side? The second car coming from the right slows down behind the first and beeps its horn angrily. The first car waits another few seconds for you to go. You wait helplessly, unsure whether to flash your headlights in this situation. Would it suggest the usual 'thanks, I'll take your kind offer and pull out!' or would it suggest 'no, YOU go ahead' like you want it to? Why don't car headlights have a more accurate method of communication, like a faster-moving version of Morse code? The first car cautiously starts moving again, the driver finally having determined that you're staying put. As it passes you, you can see him glance in your direction and visibly shake his head. 'Well, EXCUSE ME for not wanting to drive headfirst into stationary traffic,' you think. Then you vaguely wonder how long it would take to flash that sentence in Morse code. Judging by how long you've been sitting here already, you might well have the time. >TURN RIGHT Both lanes on the opposite side of the road are starting to clear. This would be great news if it weren't for the neverending stream of traffic from the left having started up again. Where are all these cars coming from? How many people can possibly be driving home from work in this city? Why aren't they all home for tea already? >TURN RIGHT The opposite side of the road is now clear again. Unfortunately, there is still a steady stream of oncoming traffic from the roundabout on the near side. >TURN RIGHT Finally, a lull in the oncoming traffic from the right! But the far lane on the opposite side is full again... However, the nearer opposite lane is clear. It's the wrong lane based on where you want to go, and would cause no end of hassle once actually on the double roundabout (changing lanes on that thing at this time of day is not only almost impossible but also downright dangerous, so you'd probably be stuck going round it a few times), but at this point you're willing to take your chances. You glance to the left and right. Nothing else coming. You release the clutch and make to edge forward... and a sports car comes rocketing round the corner from the right at visibly twice the speed limit. How you love that blind bend. The sports car is followed by further, slower but not-slow-enough, traffic. No roundabout adventures for you this time. >TURN RIGHT Before you can glance left and right for what feels like the thousandth time, somebody knocks on your car window, almost causing you to jump out of your skin. You put the handbrake on and roll down the window. A man is standing by your car with a concerned expression; you recognise him as the supermarket manager. 'You've been sat here a while,' he observes. 'Car trouble?' 'No. Just waiting for a gap. You know how it is this time of night.' You give him a weak smile that you hope comes across as the correct mixture of friendly, embarrassed and apologetic. 'Mmm.' The manager is looking at the chunk of debris on the pavement. 'Did you see what happened to the wall?' 'Um, yes. There was a white van, went past me in a bit of a rush. Clipped the wall slightly.' You don't bother elucidating. You know the manager will have the CCTV footage if he needs it. 'Oh.' The manager seems unsurprised. 'Him again.' >TURN RIGHT Miraculously, the road appears to have cleared on both sides. You move to roll the window back up, but the manager catches your eye again. You return his gaze reluctantly. 'You didn't happen to get any dashcam footage?' he asks. 'I'll check the CCTV but you might be in the way if I remember the camera angle rightly.' 'No, sorry. Don't have a dashcam.' You keep scanning the road desperately. 'No probs. Just thought I'd ask.' As soon as the manager turns away again, you roll up the window, check both ways one more time and release the handbrake... just as yet another car comes barrelling round the corner from the right. You put your feet back on the brakes, defeated. The manager wanders back inside the doors of the supermarket. >TURN RIGHT The stream of cars from the roundabout to the right dries up again. You glance left. A row of three buses - all bearing the same route number - are thundering down from the hill in the nearer lane. You can see as they pass that they're rammed full of tired-looking standing passengers. The buses are followed by another stream of cars, so there's no gap for you just yet. >TURN RIGHT The three buses are stopped at the roundabout lights, meaning that the nearer lane opposite you is blocked. Glancing at the pedestrian crossing to your right, you can see a horde of students all crossing the road together. >TURN RIGHT One of the students appears to have spilt a bag of something on the road. Round plastic tokens of some sort? Tiddliwinks? Poker chips? POGs? (Are POGs a thing again? Has 1990s nostalgia reached that extent? Are you forever doomed not to know these things because you're old now?) Some of the other students are helping the hapless spiller to pick all the tokens up. The lights at the crossing turn green. The students are still standing in the middle of the road, picking up the tokens. The bus at the front of the queue at the lights blares its horn. The students ignore it and continue picking up the tokens. The opposite side of the road remains blocked by the buses. >TURN RIGHT The students finally finish picking up their tokens and finish crossing the road. They do not appear to be in a hurry to do so. The first bus blasts its horn one last time in annoyance and rolls through the crossing onto the roundabout, followed by its fellow buses. Both the opposite lanes gradually clear of traffic. Unfortunately, as the students have now finished crossing the road, all the traffic that was previously stuck on the roundabout is now pouring towards you from the right. >TURN RIGHT The stream of traffic from the right is still constant. You stare at the oncoming cars, trying to meet each driver's eyes in turn, desperately hoping that someone will take pity on you while the opposite side of the road is still clear. But they don't even glance your way as they drive past. >TURN RIGHT Traffic is starting to come down from the hill to the left again. You knew the opposite side of the road wouldn't be clear for long. But what's this? The first car approaching is slowing down. The driver flashes his headlights, signalling that he's letting you in! You glance to the right. A black car is approaching quickly. After this one... As it passes, you glance at the car across the road again to check he's still letting you through. Yes! You glance to the right again. A red car is approaching quickly. After this one... As it passes, you glance at the kind driver again to check he's still not moving. Yes! Let's go! You glance to the right again. A white car is approaching quickly. After this one... As it passes, you glance at the stopped car again to check it's still stopped. Yes! And nothing to the right! You start to move forward... And at the exact same moment, the stopped driver decides he's had enough of waiting for you and drives forward again, blocking the lane. Miserably, you edge back into the car park exit. >TURN RIGHT More traffic fills both lanes on the opposite side of the road as the lights at the roundabout crossing turn red again. Everything grinds to a halt once more. You start to consider just reversing back into the car park, walking home and coming back later - AFTER rush hour is long over - to pick up the car. >TURN RIGHT After what feels like an age, the lights at the roundabout crossing turn green again. The cars at the front of the queue start moving, but are soon replaced by other vehicles coming down from the hill to the left. A couple of cars emerge from the roundabout to the right and zoom past you. >TURN RIGHT The lanes of traffic on the opposite side of the road finally clear. You glance to the left towards the hill. Nothing more coming that way at the moment. You glance to the right, fully expecting another stream of cars from the roundabout to be making its way towards you. But it's clear. It's really clear! You check one last time in both directions. Yes! You take your chance, release the brakes, put your foot on the accelerator and shoot across the road into the far lane, where you've wanted to be for so long! As you cross the lanes, another car comes flying round the bend from the roundabout and blares its horn. But you don't care because you're across before it can even come close to hitting you! You're free! Well, you will be once you've navigated the double roundabout. But that's a whole other adventure... Congratulations! You have successfully turned right. << START >> When a white arrow appears on the screen, press the down key to continue reading the text. When a yellow box flashes on the screen, like this, press enter or click the mouse to continue. QUESTION -> This game is about a driving manoeuvre made in the UK. Do you want a (very) brief description of everything you need to know about British driving before playing the game? This game is about a driving manoeuvre made in the UK. Do you want a (very) brief description of everything you need to know about British driving before playing the game? >TSTOP Invalid Choice. This game is about a driving manoeuvre made in the UK. Do you want a (very) brief description of everything you need to know about British driving before playing the game? >2 ANSWER -> 1 It's been a long day, but you're so nearly home. You've picked up the shopping - a pint of milk and everything you need for cooking tonight. As you walk out of the supermarket doors and back to your car, you yawn. You're really looking forward to an evening in front of the TV. Bags thrown on the backseat, you climb into the driver's seat, start the engine and navigate out to the car park exit. You hope you'll get onto the road without too much trouble. It can be tricky to get across to the far lane at this time of night. You edge into the right-hand lane and glance up and down the busy road. It'll be okay. All you have to do is turn right. Turn Right © Dee Cooke 2024 | Created for IFComp 2024 Version 0.1.0 | Adventuron 1.0.0 Beta 83 Adventuron system created by Chris Ainsley (https://adventuron.io) In-game font: 'Open Sans' by Steve Matteson Map font: 'Gill Sans MT' by Eric Gill Cover font: 'Familiar Pro Bold' by Roger S. Nelsson Playtesting by Amanda Walker, Andrew Schultz, B. J. Best, Daniel Stelzer, dott. Piergiorgio, Geth Rees and manonamora Graphics by Dee Cooke, with a little help from GIMP Type HELP during the game for help. Type OPTIONS for help with toggling the display settings. Type TSTART to start a transcript and TSTOP to stop it (it will save to your browser downloads). All transcripts, comments, bug reports and other feedback are welcome! Please send them to dee.e.cooke@gmail.com. You're in the exit of the supermarket car park, trying to turn right. >TSTOP