Start of a transcript of JIGSAW An Interactive History Copyright (c) 1995 by Graham Nelson Release 3 / Serial number 951129 / Inform v1600 Library 6/1 Standard interpreter 1.1 Interpreter 1 Version C / Library serial number 951024 >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio receiver is off. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 001. >turn on receiver Click! The radio blares out static on channel 1. >set radio to 2 You tune the radio. The radio blares out quick, bored Slavonic voices on channel 2. >look Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 160. >undo Navigator's Alcove [Previous turn undone.] >set radio to 1 You tune the radio. The radio blares out static on channel 1. >look Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 160. >/undo Navigator's Alcove [Previous turn undone.] >/undo Navigator's Alcove [Previous turn undone.] >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. The plane is ploughing through clumped cloud. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 165. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. The plane is ploughing through thick cloud. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 165. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. The plane is ploughing through patchy cloud. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 165. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >look Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >d Nose Turret A cramped, but at least still pressurized, glass cage projecting out of the hull of the B-29. You feel exposed, to put it mildly. The hatchway leads back up. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. Taped up out of the way, a good-luck charm, is a pinup of Deanna Durbin. >u Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 170. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The FUEL LOW lamp is on. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 170. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The FUEL LOW lamp is on. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. The plane shudders and chokes. >z Time passes. The plane shudders and chokes. >z Time passes. The plane shudders and chokes. >z Time passes. The plane shudders and chokes. >z Time passes. From inside the rucksack, the ormolu clock chimes once. The plane shudders and chokes. >z Time passes. The plane shudders and chokes. >z Time passes. From inside the rucksack, the ormolu clock chimes insistently. The plane shudders and chokes. >z Time passes. The plane shudders and chokes. >z Time passes. From inside the rucksack, the ormolu clock makes a rustle-click. The plane shudders and chokes. The plane, flying far too low, smashes onto the iron-hard waves, where it explodes in a great oily fireball. *** You have died *** In that game you scored 74 out of a possible 100, in 1679 turns, giving you the rank of Expert Joiner. Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? > undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >d Nose Turret A cramped, but at least still pressurized, glass cage projecting out of the hull of the B-29. You feel exposed, to put it mildly. The hatchway leads back up. The plane is flying rather low! Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. Taped up out of the way, a good-luck charm, is a pinup of Deanna Durbin. From inside the rucksack, the ormolu clock makes a rustle-click. The plane shudders and chokes. The plane, flying far too low, smashes onto the iron-hard waves, where it explodes in a great oily fireball. *** You have died *** In that game you scored 74 out of a possible 100, in 1679 turns, giving you the rank of Expert Joiner. Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? > restore Ok. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio receiver is off. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 001. >turn on radio Click! The radio blares out static on channel 1. >set radio to 2 You tune the radio. The radio blares out quick, bored Slavonic voices on channel 2. >look Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 160. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. The plane is ploughing through clumped cloud. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 170. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. The plane is ploughing through clumped cloud. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 180. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. The plane is ploughing through thick cloud. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 170. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. The plane is ploughing through thin cloud. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 170. >z Time passes. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. The plane is ploughing through patchy cloud. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. >z Time passes. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 170. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 170. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 165. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The FUEL LOW lamp is on. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 165. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The FUEL LOW lamp is on. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 165. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The FUEL LOW lamp is on. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. The plane shudders and chokes. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 165. The plane shudders and chokes. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The FUEL LOW lamp is on. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. The plane shudders and chokes. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 160. The plane shudders and chokes. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The FUEL LOW lamp is on. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. From inside the rucksack, the ormolu clock chimes once. The plane shudders and chokes. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. The plane shudders and chokes. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 160. From inside the rucksack, the ormolu clock chimes insistently. The plane shudders and chokes. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The FUEL LOW lamp is on. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. The plane shudders and chokes. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 160. From inside the rucksack, the ormolu clock makes a rustle-click. The plane shudders and chokes. The plane, flying far too low, smashes onto the iron-hard waves, where it explodes in a great oily fireball. *** You have died *** In that game you scored 74 out of a possible 100, in 1679 turns, giving you the rank of Expert Joiner. Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? > restore Ok. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio receiver is off. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 001. >turn on radio Click! The radio blares out static on channel 1. >set radio to 2 You tune the radio. The radio blares out quick, bored Slavonic voices on channel 2. >look Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 160. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. The plane is ploughing through thick cloud. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. The plane is ploughing through thick cloud. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. The plane is ploughing through patchy cloud. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >look Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >look Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >look Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >look Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >look Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >look Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >look Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >look Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >look Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >look Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >look Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >look Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >look Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >look Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >look Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >look Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair. out. Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair. out. Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The FUEL LOW lamp is on. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair. out. Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The FUEL LOW lamp is on. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair. out. Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The FUEL LOW lamp is on. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair. out. Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The FUEL LOW lamp is on. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair. out. Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The FUEL LOW lamp is on. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair. out. Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The FUEL LOW lamp is on. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair. out. Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The FUEL LOW lamp is on. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair. out. Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The FUEL LOW lamp is on. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair. out. Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The FUEL LOW lamp is on. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair. out. Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The FUEL LOW lamp is on. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair. out. Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. The plane shudders and chokes. Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The FUEL LOW lamp is on. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. The plane shudders and chokes. >restore Ok. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio receiver is off. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 001. >turn on radio Click! The radio blares out static on channel 1. >set radio to 2 You tune the radio. The radio blares out quick, bored Slavonic voices on channel 2. >look Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 160. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. The plane is ploughing through thin cloud. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. The plane is ploughing through patchy cloud. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >restore Ok. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio receiver is off. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 001. >turn on radio Click! The radio blares out static on channel 1. >set radio to 2 You tune the radio. The radio blares out quick, bored Slavonic voices on channel 2. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. The plane is ploughing through patchy cloud. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 155. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. The plane is ploughing through clumped cloud. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 155. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. The plane is ploughing through thin cloud. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 155. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. The plane is ploughing through patchy cloud. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 155. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. The plane is ploughing through clumped cloud. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 155. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. The plane is ploughing through thick cloud. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 155. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. The plane is ploughing through patchy cloud. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 155. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. The plane is ploughing through thin cloud. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 160. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. The plane is ploughing through patchy cloud. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 155. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. The plane is ploughing through thin cloud. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 155. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. The plane is ploughing through thin cloud. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 155. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. The plane is ploughing through clumped cloud. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 155. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >z Time passes. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 160. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 155. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >z Time passes. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 155. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >z Time passes. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 155. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >z Time passes. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 180. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 155. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 145. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 145. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 145. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >out This is a pressurized plane! You'd asphyxiate. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The FUEL LOW lamp is on. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The FUEL LOW lamp is on. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The FUEL LOW lamp is on. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. The plane is flying over a clearing in the forest, on which is a makeshift airfield: little more than a runway and a tower. >save Ok. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. Below the plane is a vast expanse of frosty forest, rushing by. >/undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >/undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >/undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >/undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >/undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >/undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >/undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >/undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >/undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >/undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >/undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >look Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. The plane is flying over a clearing in the forest, on which is a makeshift airfield: little more than a runway and a tower. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The FUEL LOW lamp is on. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >/undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >/undo Navigator's Alcove [Previous turn undone.] >/undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >/undo Navigator's Alcove [Previous turn undone.] >/undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. The plane is flying over a clearing in the forest, on which is a makeshift airfield: little more than a runway and a tower. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. The plane, flying far too low, smashes into densely-packed fir trees and a great oily fireball. *** You have died *** In that game you scored 74 out of a possible 100, in 1666 turns, giving you the rank of Expert Joiner. Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? > undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >pull stick (the control column) You feel the plane rise as you pull the column back. The plane is flying rather low! Below the plane is a vast expanse of frosty forest, rushing by. >z Time passes. >push stick (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. The plane, flying far too low, smashes into densely-packed fir trees and a great oily fireball. *** You have died *** In that game you scored 74 out of a possible 100, in 1670 turns, giving you the rank of Expert Joiner. Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? > restore Ok. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio receiver is off. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 001. >turn on radio Click! The radio blares out static on channel 1. >set radio to 2 You tune the radio. The radio blares out quick, bored Slavonic voices on channel 2. >look Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 160. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. The plane is ploughing through thin cloud. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 155. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 155. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 155. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >save Ok. >push aut/p Clunk! >pull throttle You pull the throttle out a notch. >undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >pull throttle You pull the throttle out a notch. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 155. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >push aut/p Clunk! >sw Crawlway A tiny tube in a great metal machine, cold and oily, shaking. It turns northeast and southwest (though nothing like as wildly as your stomach). >sw Fuselage Ring This, according to white stencilled letters painted on one metal wall, is the Fuselage Ring. A crawlway snakes off north. Hydraulics and cables hang from the irregular walls, and cramped openings lead east and west. A war-time issue Geiger counter has been carelessly dropped on the deck. Not the most welcome of sights. The heavy equipment locker's door hangs open. >w West Side Bomb Bays A bomb bay the size of a carpet warehouse: and empty, the hatches battened up. One side-face of an enormous jet engine makes up the far wall. Some explosive, maybe a grenade, must have gone off in one awkward crevice here - a hole exposes a sparking mass of wires, crackling with electricity. >push control There is an odd flushing sound, as of pumps at work. Gingerly you remove your hand, grateful for the plane's stability. >e Fuselage Ring This, according to white stencilled letters painted on one metal wall, is the Fuselage Ring. A crawlway snakes off north. Hydraulics and cables hang from the irregular walls, and cramped openings lead east and west. A war-time issue Geiger counter has been carelessly dropped on the deck. Not the most welcome of sights. The heavy equipment locker's door hangs open. >ne Crawlway A tiny tube in a great metal machine, cold and oily, shaking. It turns northeast and southwest (though nothing like as wildly as your stomach). >ne Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 155. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >save Ok. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >look Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 155. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >push aut/p Clunk! >push throttle You push the throttle in a notch. >push throttle You push the throttle in a notch. >push throttle You push the throttle in a notch. >push throttle You push the throttle in a notch. >push throttle It won't move any further in. >push throttle It won't move any further in. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >pull throttle You pull the throttle out a notch. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >pull throttle You pull the throttle out a notch. >pull throttle You pull the throttle out a notch. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >sw Crawlway A tiny tube in a great metal machine, cold and oily, shaking. It turns northeast and southwest (though nothing like as wildly as your stomach). >sw Fuselage Ring This, according to white stencilled letters painted on one metal wall, is the Fuselage Ring. A crawlway snakes off north. Hydraulics and cables hang from the irregular walls, and cramped openings lead east and west. A war-time issue Geiger counter has been carelessly dropped on the deck. Not the most welcome of sights. The heavy equipment locker's door hangs open. >w West Side Bomb Bays A bomb bay the size of a carpet warehouse: and empty, the hatches battened up. One side-face of an enormous jet engine makes up the far wall. Some explosive, maybe a grenade, must have gone off in one awkward crevice here - a hole exposes a sparking mass of wires, crackling with electricity. >push control You reach into the sparking mess of wires, trying to grapple with the control... and brush your hand against a live cable as the plane lurches! *** You have died *** In that game you scored 74 out of a possible 100, in 1643 turns, giving you the rank of Expert Joiner. Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? > restore Ok. >z Time passes. >push throttle It won't move - the autopilot's controlling your speed. >push aut/p Clunk! >push throttle You push the throttle in a notch. >z Time passes. >push throttle You push the throttle in a notch. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >pull throttle You pull the throttle out a notch. >push aut/p Clunk! >sw Crawlway A tiny tube in a great metal machine, cold and oily, shaking. It turns northeast and southwest (though nothing like as wildly as your stomach). >sw Fuselage Ring This, according to white stencilled letters painted on one metal wall, is the Fuselage Ring. A crawlway snakes off north. Hydraulics and cables hang from the irregular walls, and cramped openings lead east and west. A war-time issue Geiger counter has been carelessly dropped on the deck. Not the most welcome of sights. The heavy equipment locker's door hangs open. >w West Side Bomb Bays A bomb bay the size of a carpet warehouse: and empty, the hatches battened up. One side-face of an enormous jet engine makes up the far wall. Some explosive, maybe a grenade, must have gone off in one awkward crevice here - a hole exposes a sparking mass of wires, crackling with electricity. >push control There is an odd flushing sound, as of pumps at work. Gingerly you remove your hand, grateful for the plane's stability. >e Fuselage Ring This, according to white stencilled letters painted on one metal wall, is the Fuselage Ring. A crawlway snakes off north. Hydraulics and cables hang from the irregular walls, and cramped openings lead east and west. A war-time issue Geiger counter has been carelessly dropped on the deck. Not the most welcome of sights. The heavy equipment locker's door hangs open. >ne Crawlway A tiny tube in a great metal machine, cold and oily, shaking. It turns northeast and southwest (though nothing like as wildly as your stomach). >ne Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 180. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 155. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 150. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >push stick left (the control column left) The plane bears left. >push aut/p Clunk! >pull throttle You pull the throttle out a notch. >z Time passes. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 155. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >push stick right (the control column right) The plane bears right. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >push throttle You push the throttle in a notch. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 155. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >turn on aut/p Clunk! >sw Crawlway A tiny tube in a great metal machine, cold and oily, shaking. It turns northeast and southwest (though nothing like as wildly as your stomach). >sw Fuselage Ring This, according to white stencilled letters painted on one metal wall, is the Fuselage Ring. A crawlway snakes off north. Hydraulics and cables hang from the irregular walls, and cramped openings lead east and west. A war-time issue Geiger counter has been carelessly dropped on the deck. Not the most welcome of sights. The heavy equipment locker's door hangs open. From inside the rucksack, the ormolu clock chimes once. >w West Side Bomb Bays A bomb bay the size of a carpet warehouse: and empty, the hatches battened up. One side-face of an enormous jet engine makes up the far wall. Some explosive, maybe a grenade, must have gone off in one awkward crevice here - a hole exposes a sparking mass of wires, crackling with electricity. >push control There is an odd flushing sound, as of pumps at work. Gingerly you remove your hand, grateful for the plane's stability. From inside the rucksack, the ormolu clock chimes insistently. >e Fuselage Ring This, according to white stencilled letters painted on one metal wall, is the Fuselage Ring. A crawlway snakes off north. Hydraulics and cables hang from the irregular walls, and cramped openings lead east and west. A war-time issue Geiger counter has been carelessly dropped on the deck. Not the most welcome of sights. The heavy equipment locker's door hangs open. >ne Crawlway A tiny tube in a great metal machine, cold and oily, shaking. It turns northeast and southwest (though nothing like as wildly as your stomach). From inside the rucksack, the ormolu clock makes a rustle-click. >ne Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 155. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >turn off aut/p Clunk! >push throttle You push the throttle in a notch. >push throttle You push the throttle in a notch. >pull throttle You pull the throttle out a notch. >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 155. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >z Time passes. >pull throttle You pull the throttle out a notch. >pull throttle You pull the throttle out a notch. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >push throttle You push the throttle in a notch. >turn on aut/p Clunk! >enter chair Navigator's Alcove A little alcove in the crew cabin, cowled and windowless: where you sit, resting your arms on the chart table. The charts have been hurriedly torn away, leaving only a rough edge with most of the word "SECRET" on it. The radio is on. Above is a three-figure car milometer type number on a readout: currently 155. >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. The plane is flying over a clearing in the forest, on which is a makeshift airfield: little more than a runway and a tower. >z Time passes. >undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >/undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >/undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >/undo Navigator's Alcove [Previous turn undone.] >out Ghost Plane The pilot cabin of a B-29 Superfortress, deserted! A frantic glance round - the hatchway below, the crawlway southwest, the navigator's chair - gives no indication of what happened to the crew, ten men at least. Below the plane is a vast expanse of black, choppy ocean, with waves like shifting skyscrapers. The instrument panel is packed with dials and gauges. The control column faces you, with a throttle beside it. The AIRFLOW lamp is on. >pull throttle It won't move - the autopilot's controlling your speed. >undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >turn off aut/p Clunk! >pull throttle You pull the throttle out a notch. The plane is flying over a clearing in the forest, on which is a makeshift airfield: little more than a runway and a tower. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. The plane goes into a sudden, catastrophic spin, losing all purchase on the sky, plunging to earth in a sickening free-fall... The end is mercifully quick. *** You have died *** In that game you scored 74 out of a possible 100, in 1708 turns, giving you the rank of Expert Joiner. Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? > undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >z Time passes. The plane goes into a sudden, catastrophic spin, losing all purchase on the sky, plunging to earth in a sickening free-fall... The end is mercifully quick. *** You have died *** In that game you scored 74 out of a possible 100, in 1708 turns, giving you the rank of Expert Joiner. Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? > undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >/undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >z Time passes. >z Time passes. The plane goes into a sudden, catastrophic spin, losing all purchase on the sky, plunging to earth in a sickening free-fall... The end is mercifully quick. *** You have died *** In that game you scored 74 out of a possible 100, in 1708 turns, giving you the rank of Expert Joiner. Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? > /undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >/undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >push throttle You push the throttle in a notch. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >z Time passes. >/undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >/undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >/undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >/undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. The plane, flying far too low, smashes onto the makeshift runway, which tears open its belly. If only you'd "land"ed it in time! *** You have died *** In that game you scored 74 out of a possible 100, in 1713 turns, giving you the rank of Expert Joiner. Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? > /undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >/undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >press lower/u You switch the LOWER/U switch on. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. >push stick forward (the control column forward) You feel the plane sink as you push the column forward. The plane, flying far too low, smashes onto the makeshift runway, which tears open its belly. If only you'd "land"ed it in time! *** You have died *** In that game you scored 74 out of a possible 100, in 1714 turns, giving you the rank of Expert Joiner. Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? > /undo Ghost Plane [Previous turn undone.] >land The plane drops through the sky, flying on prayer, far too low. If there were any trees that would be an end of it, but the frosty wastes are bare. By great good fortune you hurtle to a halt, tearing the undercarriage and swerving wildly, on a makeshift airstrip. Your first landing! ...and the B-29's last. [Your score has just gone up by one point.] >save Ok. >