Start of a transcript of: By All Reasonable Knowledge A bizarre Interactive Intrigue by BMB Johnson Release 1 / Serial number 250827 / Inform 7 v10.1.2 Inform 7 v10.1.2 Identification number: //598D5445-5B70-41D8-B2AF-EE8D0492F496// Interpreter version 1.3.7 / VM 3.1.3 >about That's not a verb I recognise. >help What do you want to help? >me Please specify what you need help about regarding yourself. >x me As good-looking as ever. >i You are carrying: Lime Green blanket (worn) lighter your Brain >x blanket The Lime green blanket is wrapped around you like a modly Superman cape. It has a definite lived-in odor. >x lighter it's a small plastic thing, which seems to contain some fluid. It has a small metal wheel at the top of it...well, you know how a lighter works. On the side of it, is a drawing of a silhouette of a palm tree and the words "Tropical Hidaway Bar and Grill: Property of Jimmy". Who is Jimmy?? This mystery is getting less and less clear. >smell blanket You smell nothing unexpected. >x brain Your brain feels empty, devoid of memories. Almost sort of helter skelter, you know what I mean. Like you had something to drink last night that didn't suit you well, and it totally wiped everything important. It is possible someone did you a disservice last night, or yesterday, or at somepoint in time. What that was or when it happened, can't really be determined at this point. Let's try to remember what happened to you. >take brain You already have that. >remember That's not a verb I recognise. >l Bedroom You are in a dingy bedroom. >* lol come on That's not a verb I recognise. >untie blanket That's not a verb I recognise. >x bed A large, unmade bed sits in the corner. It looks slept in. I bed someone could get a good night sleep in that bad boy. >search bed The Bed is empty. >sleep on bed I only understood you as far as wanting to sleep. >sleep You aren't feeling especially drowsy. >look under bed You find nothing of interest. >enter bed You don't feel tired enough to get into bed just yet. Why don't you do somethings to might trigger your memories. Do something useful. >remove cape You can't see any such thing. >remove blanket You take off the Lime Green blanket. >x blanket There is a definite "lived-in" odor about the blanket. >x me As good-looking as ever. >x poster This is a tattered poster of a generic rock band that likely never existed. At first you think it might be the Ramones, but oddly the faces of the bandmembers are completely missing. Perhaps it's one of those black light posters that reveals hidden aspects that can't be seen in normal light. The poster appears to be connected to a wooden rod which is allowing it to hang straight on the wall. Suddenly, a new memory appears in your mind: I vaguely remember buying a poster. >x laundry You can't see any such thing. >x basket You can't see any such thing. >x hamper The hamper looks unloved and is visably damaged. The lid is akilter and contains a few cracks. >open hamper You open the hamper, revealing some dirty socks. >x socks These are just dirty socks. They seem dirtier than any socks you have every seen in your life. These filthiness could not possibly have come from normal use >take socks Those socks are now yours. The hamper almost appears relieved to be rid of them. >wear socks You can't wear those! >x rod The wooden rod is rough and splintery, and looks like it was most likely used for something else -- like part of a cat scratching post. >i You are carrying: Lime Green blanket dirty socks lighter your Brain Memory: I vaguely remember buying this poster >x memory I assume you mean, "in your mind's eye". This is clever, but a better way of going about looking at a memory is to "think about it". >think about poster The poster seems to be made of some sort of paper...your mind then begins to drift to thinking about beer. >take rod As you yank the rod from the wall, the poster comes loose and flies helplessly to the floor, as though in slow motion. Like a wounded bird trying desperately to safely land, the large wall decoration gliding to the floor seems to trigger a new memory. [Your score has just gone up by ten points.] >score You have so far scored 10 out of a possible 80, in 29 turns. >x decoration You can't see any such thing. >x wall You can't see any such thing. >l Bedroom You are in a dingy bedroom. >x poster This is a tattered poster of a generic rock band that likely never existed. At first you think it might be the Ramones, but oddly the faces of the bandmembers are completely missing. Perhaps it's one of those black light posters that reveals hidden aspects that can't be seen in normal light. The poster is lying helplessly on the floor. >i You are carrying: Lime Green blanket dirty socks lighter wooden rod your Brain Memory: I vaguely remember buying this poster Memory: Losing a parent >remember parent That's not a verb I recognise. >think about parent You are standing before your father. You and he had just been in a screaming match, you having just told him you didn't want to take over the family hardware store. "I want to be a businessman," you scream. "I want to do something that doesn't involve hammers for the rest of my life! Tearily, your father rips off a piece of his well-worn jacket, and says "This is the end of the line. I have no son, and soon with have no legacy." The last thing you say to your father is "Dad, we're not Jewish". [Your score has just gone up by ten points.] >l Bedroom You are in a dingy bedroom. >x objects (metal objects) You look for them on the floor, but they seem to have disappeared in the filthiness of the floor. >x metal You look for them on the floor, but they seem to have disappeared in the filthiness of the floor. >search floor There is nothing on the floor. >x table A small wooden bedside table sits next to the bed. It's probably handy for holding some things for a sleepy individual. In this case it's holding a clock and a lamp. >x clock When you first became conscious, you thought that this clock was continously displayed the same time. Now, however, that you've looked more closely, you see that the top controls are covered in some sort of hardened sludge which is the likely cause of the lack of time travel. >x sludge You can't see any such thing. >x controls You can't see any such thing. >open clock It isn't something you can open. >clean clock You rub the clock. >x lamp The lamp is cheap brass, with a filthy, stained lamp shade. The surface of the lamp appears to be covering in some sort of oil. There appear to be no switches or pull chains, so you figure it's probably one of those kind of lamps that light up with human contact. However, because it's so greasy, that doesn't seem to work, either. >touch lamp You feel nothing unexpected. >l Bedroom You are in a dingy bedroom. >x night light You can't see any such thing. >x light You can't see any such thing. >x night You can't see any such thing. >x cabinet This is a fairly large piece of furniture. Black, maybe even a little ominous. Just two doors from floor to ceiling. >open it The cabinet is not only locked, its very very locked. The door doesn't even budge. Oddly it doesn't have a keyhole or any other holes for that matter. Maybe it has some sort of hidden locking mechanism that you're not currently understanding. >touch it You feel nothing unexpected. >look under it You find nothing of interest. >look behind it You can't see any such thing. >x window A dusty window looks out onto a street below. >open it The action of the window feels like it hasn't been opened since it was last painted. However, after a bit of struggle you manage it. You scan the outside, but don't see any signs of life. >x window A dusty window looks out onto a street below. >enter window That's not something you can enter. >look through window You can't see inside, since the window is closed. >x door It's a door, alright, but it's locked up tight. You try the knob, but it just spins around like it's only for decoration. (You seem to recall that this is something you've been meaning to fix.) You then throw your shoulder into the door, but quickly realize that it's not going anywhere, mostly because it's one of those kind of doors that pull inwards. >pull door It is fixed in place. >x hinges You can't see any such thing. >i You are carrying: Lime Green blanket dirty socks lighter wooden rod your Brain Memory: I vaguely remember buying this poster Memory: Losing a parent >x rod The wooden rod is rough and splintery, and looks like it was most likely used for something else -- like part of a cat scratching post. >light rod This dangerous act would achieve little. >light socks This dangerous act would achieve little. >look Bedroom You are in a dingy bedroom. >s You can't go that way. >e You can't go that way. >n You can't go that way. >u You can't go that way. >d You can't go that way. >help What do you want to help? >help window Please specify what you need help about regarding the window. >help for window You can't see any such thing. >help about window Please specify what you need help about regarding the window. > hint about window Please specify what you need help about regarding the window. >hint window I didn't understand that sentence. >hint for window I didn't understand that sentence. >hint What do you want to hint about? >poster Examine or look directly at the Poster. The description already gives a subtle hint. (There are two more hints.) [Your score has just gone down by one point.] >poster That's not a verb I recognise. >hint poster I didn't understand that sentence. >hint about poster The poster is being held straight on the wall by a wooden rod. You can probably use this rod for removing something you don't want to touch. Don't worry if the poster falls on the floor. [Your score has just gone down by two points.] >clean clock with rod You rub the lamp with the wooden rod, but it doesn't seem to help much. It's almost like you're grasping at straws with that attempt. >hint about poster SPOILER ALERT!! Once you have cleaned and turned on the lamp, look at the poster one final time in the black light. It will trigger a memory which just might save your marriage and your life. [Your score has just gone down by three points.] >clean lamp You rub the lamp, but seem to just get your hands a bit oily in the process. If only you had something you could clean the lamp with... >clean lamp with rod You rub the lamp with the wooden rod, but it doesn't seem to help much. It's almost like you're grasping at straws with that attempt. >hint about lamp Please specify what you need help about regarding the lamp. >hint What do you want to hint about? >lamp Please specify what you need help about regarding the lamp. >clean What do you want to clean? >hint about cleaning lamp You can't see any such thing. >hint about lamp Please specify what you need help about regarding the lamp. >cleaning That's not a verb I recognise. >hint What do you want to hint about? >poster Sorry. There are no more hints. Maybe interactive games are too difficult for you. I'm sure there's a pinball table in a bar you might be better at. >hint What do you want to hint about? >socks Please specify what you need help about regarding the dirty socks. >hint What do you want to hint about? >lighter Examine or look directly at the lighter. The description already gives a subtle hint. (There are two more hints.) [Your score has just gone down by one point.] >x lighter it's a small plastic thing, which seems to contain some fluid. It has a small metal wheel at the top of it...well, you know how a lighter works. On the side of it, is a drawing of a silhouette of a palm tree and the words "Tropical Hidaway Bar and Grill: Property of Jimmy". Who is Jimmy?? This mystery is getting less and less clear. >light lighter This dangerous act would achieve little. >open lighter It isn't something you can open. >empty lighter That's not a verb I recognise. >x palm You can't see any such thing. >i You are carrying: Lime Green blanket dirty socks lighter wooden rod your Brain Memory: I vaguely remember buying this poster Memory: Losing a parent >hint lighter I didn't understand that sentence. >hint What do you want to hint about? >lighter If you do something to somehow turn off all of the lights in the room, this can definitely save your behind. (Note, there is one more hint but it will spoil one of the puzzles) [Your score has just gone down by two points.] >hint What do you want to hint about? >lighter SPOILER ALERT!! You need to take the nightlight, and use the lighter once the room turns pitch black so you don't trip and hit your head. [Your score has just gone down by three points.] >l Bedroom You are in a dingy bedroom. >hint What do you want to hint about? >blanket Please specify what you need help about regarding the Lime Green blanket. >hint What do you want to hint about? >blanket Please specify what you need help about regarding the Lime Green blanket. >hint What do you want to hint about? >hamper Examine or look directly at the hamper. The description already gives a subtle hint. (There are two more hints.) [Your score has just gone down by one point.] >hint What do you want to hint about? >hamper If you do something to somehow turn off all of the lights in the room, this can definitely save your behind. (Note, there is one more hint but it will spoil one of the puzzles) [Your score has just gone down by two points.] >hint What do you want to hint about? >hamper SPOILER ALERT!! You need to take the nightlight, and use the lighter once the room turns pitch black so you don't trip and hit your head. [Your score has just gone down by three points.] >l Bedroom You are in a dingy bedroom. >hint What do you want to hint about? >window Please specify what you need help about regarding the window. >clean lamp with blanket The blanket is a bit too unweildy to manage as a cleaning tool. You nearly knock over the lamp a few times in the attempt. You're going to break the thing if you continue with this. >i You are carrying: Lime Green blanket dirty socks lighter wooden rod your Brain Memory: I vaguely remember buying this poster Memory: Losing a parent >take poster That's hardly portable. >clean lamp with socks The collection of dirty socks are just too dirty to do the job. They seem to do an okay job of smearing the oil around on the lamp but that's about it. >l Bedroom You are in a dingy bedroom. >hint What do you want to hint about? >table Please specify what you need help about regarding the Bedside Table. >hint What do you want to hint about? >clock Examine or look directly at the clock. The description already gives a subtle hint. (There are two more hints.) [Your score has just gone down by one point.] >clock That's not a verb I recognise. >hint What do you want to hint about? >clock The controls of the clock are covered in some hardened goo, which prevent you from knowing the true time (which is needed to remember some important things about yourself. Trying to scrape it off with your teeth or some other body part isn't going to cut it. You need a tool of some kind. [Your score has just gone down by two points.] >clean clock with rod You rub the lamp with the wooden rod, but it doesn't seem to help much. It's almost like you're grasping at straws with that attempt. >clock That's not a verb I recognise. >hint What do you want to hint about? >clock SPOILER ALERT!! You need to open that cabinet at the other end of the room. It contains a screwdriver which can scrape off the hardened goo, and make the clock function as normal once again. This will both trigger a crucial event in the game but will also show you how close you are getting to the witching hour. [Your score has just gone down by three points.] >x screwdriver You can't see any such thing. >hint What do you want to hint about? >cabinet Please specify what you need help about regarding the Cabinet. >open cabinet with rod That doesn't seem to fit the lock. >l Bedroom You are in a dingy bedroom. >open cabinet The cabinet is not only locked, its very very locked. The door doesn't even budge. Oddly it doesn't have a keyhole or any other holes for that matter. Maybe it has some sort of hidden locking mechanism that you're not currently understanding. >search cabinet You can't see inside, since the Cabinet is closed. >look behind cabinet You can't see any such thing. >move it Nothing obvious happens. >think about lighter >l Bedroom You are in a dingy bedroom. >l Bedroom You are in a dingy bedroom. >take all Smelly underpants: You use the wooden rod, which is long enough to keep the gross pair of garment protectors far enough away from your nose, to lift the smelly underpants out of the hamper and fling them elsewhere. weird large bandana: You take the weird large bandana. The hamper is now empty. >undo Bedroom [Previous turn undone.] >x haper You can't see any such thing. >x hamper The hamper looks unloved and is visably damaged. The lid is akilter and contains a few cracks. >look in hamper You see (and smell) some dirty underpants. This hamper isn't a playground, you know. I don't know exactly what you expected to find. >take underpants (Smelly underpants) You use the wooden rod, which is long enough to keep the gross pair of garment protectors far enough away from your nose, to lift the smelly underpants out of the hamper and fling them elsewhere. >x underpants (Smelly underpants) You see nothing special about Smelly underpants. >x hamper The hamper looks unloved and is visably damaged. The lid is akilter and contains a few cracks. >look in hamper There is a weird large bandana at the bottom of the hamper. It doesn't seem to be as smelly as the rest of the objects that came before it. >x bandana You have no idea where this article of clothing came from. It seems too large for your head, and smells a bit skunk-like like that house next door. It has a bing giant leaf printed on it, and it's camouflaged. >take it You take the weird large bandana. The hamper is now empty. >clean lamp with bandana The weird large bandana appears to be just absorbent enough to soak up all of the oil on the lamp. The lamp is now fairly clean (or at least cleaning that it was.) >turn on lamp The lamp turns on, but the light is not as you expected. It's one of those black light lamps, and it fills the room with an eerie sort of glow. >x poster In the wane light, the poster, even though it's lying helplessly on the floor comes alive. The faces of the band members are vibrant. Now, you can see that they're just not a generic rock band, it's actually you, and your friends, and your wife holding the bass guitar. Suddenly, a new memory appears in your mind: When we were all together. >think about together You fall into a reverie, and you are covered with foliage. When you push the last branch out of the way, you see your girlfriend sitting on the swings in the park. She is in her late teens, dressed in all black and beautiful. Peggy was always the crazy girl at the end of the block. She was the one who would jump off the second story balcony into the bushes when the cops were coming. She taught you to drink your first beer, smoke your first joint. She took your virginity almost violently. Later, when she was sober, she encouraged you to get away from your father's hardware store and follow your own heart. She pulled you away from the band who would have "turned you into a loser". She even pushed you away from herself for the same reason. This was the one bit of advice you didn't follow, however. You were married the following year, and she got a job working at the yarn barn while she pursued her teaching degree, and you a business degree while tending bar at night. A year after that, she became pregnant. Six months after that, the baby wase gone. Miscarriage, the doctors had said. You both slowly drifted apart in the ensuing years. Work became the only things in your lives, to the point where she simply called you Husband, and you her, Wife. You currently spend most of your time in the upstairs of this house, sleeping in this drab pathetic room, willing to sell your soul to get ahead in the business world because that would finally make your life worthwhile. >l Bedroom You are in a dingy bedroom. >i You are carrying: Lime Green blanket dirty socks lighter wooden rod your Brain Memory: I vaguely remember buying this poster Memory: Losing a parent Memory: When we were all together. >turn off lamp That's already off. >x ligh You can't see any such thing. >x night light You can't see any such thing. >x night You can't see any such thing. >x light You can't see any such thing. >x lite You can't see any such thing. >x lamp The lamp is cheap brass, with a filthy, stained lamp shade. The surface of the lamp appears to be covering in some sort of oil. There appear to be no switches or pull chains, so you figure it's probably one of those kind of lamps that light up with human contact. However, because it's so greasy, that doesn't seem to work, either. >hint lamp I didn't understand that sentence. >hint What do you want to hint about? >light What do you want to light? >x nightlight The nightlight is producing just enough light to see things without any great detail. You poke at it a bit like it was an insect on the wall, and you notice that there's a few metallic objects stuck to it. There's a paperclip, a nail and a couple of pins. You knock these off and they seem to disappear somewhere on the floor. >* FFS That's not a verb I recognise. >take it Although the prongs in the outlet appear to be loose, the nightlight was still difficult to pull out of the wall, as if from a strong magnetic pull. It is now pitch dark in here! >x hamper You can't see any such thing. >turn on lighter In the sheer darkness, you have become confused about your surroundings. You have tripped over one of the myriad objects scattered about the floor, it's impossible to tell which one, and in any case it's moot, as you have fallen and hit your head on a hard object. Unfortunately, you have failed to take inventory of your surroundings, and because of this failure, YOU HAVE DIED. *** The End *** In that game you scored -4 out of a possible 80, in 131 turns. Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Darkness [Previous turn undone.] >undo Darkness [Previous turn undone.] >undo Bedroom [Previous turn undone.] >turn on lighter It isn't something you can switch. >x lighter it's a small plastic thing, which seems to contain some fluid. It has a small metal wheel at the top of it...well, you know how a lighter works. On the side of it, is a drawing of a silhouette of a palm tree and the words "Tropical Hidaway Bar and Grill: Property of Jimmy". Who is Jimmy?? This mystery is getting less and less clear. >work lighter That's not a verb I recognise. >use lighter After some prodding, the device produces a tiny, stinky flame. Whatever good that does. >turn on lamp The lamp turns on, but the light is not as you expected. It's one of those black light lamps, and it fills the room with an eerie sort of glow. >take nightlight Although the prongs in the outlet appear to be loose, the nightlight was still difficult to pull out of the wall, as if from a strong magnetic pull. It is now pitch dark in here! >use lighter After some prodding, the device produces a tiny, stinky flame, once again alighting the room. Bedroom You are in a dingy bedroom. >x cabinet This is a fairly large piece of furniture. Black, maybe even a little ominous. Just two doors from floor to ceiling. >open it (using the nightlight to trigger the magnetic lock) The was a soft click, and the doors to the cabinet now appear to relax. Suddenly, two new memories appears in your mind: Neighborhood paranoia. [Your score has just gone up by ten points.] >i You are carrying: Lime Green blanket Nightlight dirty socks lighter wooden rod your Brain Memory: I vaguely remember buying this poster Memory: Losing a parent Memory: Neighborhood paranoia Memory: Programmed numbers to dial. Memory: When we were all together. >think about parania You can't see any such thing. >think about paranoia You've never trusted anyone in this neighborhood, to the point of where you have developed a bunch of secret ways to lock containers and other hiding places. Have some really dumb burglars broken into your home before? >think about dial You can't see any such thing. >think about numbers I just remembered some more phone numbers that I had plugged into that phone to be used when angry. 911, *83, *84 and *85 - to be used ONLY when angry! >x cabinet This is a fairly large piece of furniture. Black, maybe even a little ominous. Just two doors from floor to ceiling. >look in cabinet In the Cabinet are a screwdriver and an old phone. >take screwdriver Taken. >take phone This is one of those non-portable land line phones. It's not something you can just shove in your pants pockets and use on a whim. >open clock It isn't something you can open. >clean clock You rub the clock. >clean clock with screwdriver You rub the lamp with the screwdriver, but it doesn't seem to help much. It's almost like you're grasping at straws with that attempt. >x clock When you first became conscious, you thought that this clock was continously displayed the same time. Now, however, that you've looked more closely, you see that the top controls are covered in some sort of hardened sludge which is the likely cause of the lack of time travel. >x controls You can't see any such thing. >scrape That's not a verb I recognise. >x clock When you first became conscious, you thought that this clock was continously displayed the same time. Now, however, that you've looked more closely, you see that the top controls are covered in some sort of hardened sludge which is the likely cause of the lack of time travel. >x goo You can't see any such thing. >clean goo You can't see any such thing. >x sludge You can't see any such thing. >cx controls That's not a verb I recognise. >x controls You can't see any such thing. >open clock It isn't something you can open. >x controls You can't see any such thing. >clean controls You can't see any such thing. >clean clock You rub the clock. >i You are carrying: Lime Green blanket Nightlight dirty socks lighter screwdriver wooden rod your Brain Memory: I vaguely remember buying this poster Memory: Losing a parent Memory: Neighborhood paranoia Memory: Programmed numbers to dial. Memory: When we were all together. >x screwdriver It's fairly normal for a screwdriver. It seems to be one of those "regular head" jobs with the "minus" head instead of the "plus", used for loosening and tightening screws. Actually....when you look a little closer most of the chrome has been scraped off and seems like this is mostly used for scraping more than for unscrewing. >scrape That's not a verb I recognise. >clean clock You rub the clock. >clean clock with screwdriver You rub the lamp with the screwdriver, but it doesn't seem to help much. It's almost like you're grasping at straws with that attempt. >scrape clock with screwdriver That's not a verb I recognise. >x screwdriver It's fairly normal for a screwdriver. It seems to be one of those "regular head" jobs with the "minus" head instead of the "plus", used for loosening and tightening screws. Actually....when you look a little closer most of the chrome has been scraped off and seems like this is mostly used for scraping more than for unscrewing. >call 911 That's not a verb I recognise. >dial 911 The phone answers immediately, but instead of a person you hear three musical tones, followed by a recorded voice of a woman who says "Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo Tango Romeo Uniform Mike Papa." The tones again, and the message repeats. You softly hang up the phone, slightly confused. click >think about numbers I just remembered some more phone numbers that I had plugged into that phone to be used when angry. 911, *83, *84 and *85 - to be used ONLY when angry! >dial *83 A whispered voice asked, "Yes?" "Is this Shelf-Life?" you ask. "I hear the wine cellars in Baggerie are kept quite cool," the man responds. "Twelve degrees at the cork," you agree. "Yeah, okay," the man says. "Who do you want bumped off?" "Nothing too serious," you say as though gossiping over lunch. "Just a dog." "A doggie?" "Yes. You see, I've got an early appointment, and..." "A little defenseless doggie?!" The man is practically blubbering, as if you'd notice. " ...I've only got a few hours of sleep left, and..." "A cute, wet-nosed, sit-on-your-lap with the evening telly, doggie?!!" "...this dog keeps barking outside my window, and..." "WHAT KIND OF AN EVIL SICK BAST..." Stunned, you quickly hang up. click >dial *84 "Gorgon's Spellcasting. We sweat Evilness from every pore!" Dave, master of potions and hexes speaking" "Can you cast long-range spells?" you ask, practically panicked. "Depends. How far we talking here?" "Um, from the Olive district to where I live, um, I'd say about fifty miles?" "Sure. Okay. Who is it you want us to hex, vex or perplex?" "Er, Rex." "Rex? Isn't that a dog's name?" "In this case... er, yes." "Well, what do you want us to change him into? A cat? A grocery bagger? An old piece of ratty carpet?" "I would very much like you to kill him, please!" "Oh, ...I don't know. I mean, we sweat evil and all that, but we've never really stooped to killing innocent..." click >dial *85 "Heeheehee..." "Is this Crazy Phill, the explosives expert? "That's meheeheeee..." "I'd like you to come and blow up a dog's house, and I don't want you to stop until that annoying creature is dead. He lives one block north of Fig Leaf Way... Click You look at the phone for a moment before putting it back down in the cradle. "Well," you say to yourself. "That...was easy." You climb back into bed, and place your head on the pillow. "I'm sure he'll hear that awful barking and then...Bang! That dog is as good as history." Off in the distance, the strange choking restrains of an untuned engine come within ear-strangling distance. "Philly," you say, closing your eyes, a smile delicately etched on your face. "I should have called him in the first place. Nighty-night little barker." There was a sudden explosion, followed by the nerve-bending insobriety of Crazy Phill's laughter, which in turn was followed by a faint BARK! Your eyes popped open. "He got the wrong house." Another explosion, this time much farther away. The phone rings, and you quickly hop out of bed, and answer the phone. "Phill," you say. "You got the...er, Hello?!" After a brief moment of apparently calculated silence, Bill was challenged by a sarcastic, "BOW WOW." You slam down the phone just as another explosion rattled your windows. Suddenly, a new memory appears in your mind: A Deal with the Devil - Never dial this number >think about devil You're not exactly sure what will happen if you dial this number, but something in your brain is screaming at you to NOT DIAL it. Where you even got this phone number is sealed behind forty locks and chains on the door to your lost memories, but instinctively you know this is a no-no beyond the ken of all reasonalble knowledge. >dial devil "You've reached the voicemail of Kirkigaurd Turnbuckle of the Astrian Megalords. Sir Turnbuckle is away from the phone right now, but if you have a message for Sir Turnbuckle, or any of the Astrian Megalords, please say so after the clunk." Instead of a beep there is in fact a dull clunk sound, followed by a few seconds of silence, hardly enough for someone to leave a message for someone as grand as Kirkigaurd Turnbuckle of the Astrian Megalords, and then the voice returns. "You're message of heavy breathing and sad confusion has been noted. Goodbye." click >k That's not a verb I recognise. >l Bedroom You are in a dingy bedroom. >x cabinet This is a fairly large piece of furniture. Black, maybe even a little ominous. Just two doors from floor to ceiling. >x window A dusty window looks out onto a street below. >sleep You aren't feeling especially drowsy. >look out window I only understood you as far as wanting to look outside. >look through window You can't see inside, since the window is closed. >look outside (the street outside) You can see a cobbled street with a few people walking by. >open window The action of the window feels like it hasn't been opened since it was last painted. However, after a bit of struggle you manage it. You scan the outside, but don't see any signs of life. >look outside (the street outside) You can see a cobbled street with a few people walking by. >look through window You can't see inside, since the window is closed. >l Bedroom You are in a dingy bedroom. >s You can't go that way. >x door It's a door, alright, but it's locked up tight. You try the knob, but it just spins around like it's only for decoration. (You seem to recall that this is something you've been meaning to fix.) You then throw your shoulder into the door, but quickly realize that it's not going anywhere, mostly because it's one of those kind of doors that pull inwards. >pull door It is fixed in place. >l Bedroom You are in a dingy bedroom. >hint phone I didn't understand that sentence. >hint What do you want to hint about? >phone Please specify what you need help about regarding the old phone. >numbers That's not a verb I recognise. >hint What do you want to hint about? >numbers Please specify what you need help about regarding Memory: Phone numbers to call when angry.. >l Bedroom You are in a dingy bedroom. >i You are carrying: Lime Green blanket Nightlight dirty socks lighter screwdriver wooden rod your Brain Memory: A deal with the devil - Never dial this number. Memory: I vaguely remember buying this poster Memory: Losing a parent Memory: Neighborhood paranoia Memory: Programmed numbers to dial. Memory: When we were all together. As the clock strikes midnight, a distant howl echoes through the valley. Just outside the window, you hear a loud explosion. It sounds very close, as though you garage/workshop has just been blown up by a crazy explosives specialist. You get out of bed, accidentally kicking the dog in the process, run to the window and see the man sneaking around in your backyard... You throw open the window. "Phill," you yell down. "You can stop now!" "Teeheehee," the crazy man laughs. "I've been tracking the doggie all night..." "No, Phill. It's all right!" "And I've got good news, Billyheehee. He's inside your house." In the Crazy man's hand, you see a horrifying sight, silver and glowing in the moonlight -- an electric switch, itching to be set off. "Everything's under con..." click! *** You have failed with a score of 6. *** In that game you scored 6 out of a possible 80, in 181 turns. Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Bedroom [Previous turn undone.] >undo Bedroom [Previous turn undone.] >undo Bedroom [Previous turn undone.] >undo Bedroom [Previous turn undone.] >hint clock I didn't understand that sentence. >hint What do you want to hint about? >clock Sorry. There are no more hints. Maybe board games are your thing. >turn on clock You switch the clock on. >x clock When you first became conscious, you thought that this clock was continously displayed the same time. Now, however, that you've looked more closely, you see that the top controls are covered in some sort of hardened sludge which is the likely cause of the lack of time travel. As the clock strikes midnight, a distant howl echoes through the valley. Just outside the window, you hear a loud explosion. It sounds very close, as though you garage/workshop has just been blown up by a crazy explosives specialist. You get out of bed, accidentally kicking the dog in the process, run to the window and see the man sneaking around in your backyard... You throw open the window. "Phill," you yell down. "You can stop now!" "Teeheehee," the crazy man laughs. "I've been tracking the doggie all night..." "No, Phill. It's all right!" "And I've got good news, Billyheehee. He's inside your house." In the Crazy man's hand, you see a horrifying sight, silver and glowing in the moonlight -- an electric switch, itching to be set off. "Everything's under con..." click! *** You have failed with a score of 6. *** In that game you scored 6 out of a possible 80, in 181 turns. Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? > undo Bedroom [Previous turn undone.] >clean What do you want to clean? >clock You rub the clock. As the clock strikes midnight, a distant howl echoes through the valley. Just outside the window, you hear a loud explosion. It sounds very close, as though you garage/workshop has just been blown up by a crazy explosives specialist. You get out of bed, accidentally kicking the dog in the process, run to the window and see the man sneaking around in your backyard... You throw open the window. "Phill," you yell down. "You can stop now!" "Teeheehee," the crazy man laughs. "I've been tracking the doggie all night..." "No, Phill. It's all right!" "And I've got good news, Billyheehee. He's inside your house." In the Crazy man's hand, you see a horrifying sight, silver and glowing in the moonlight -- an electric switch, itching to be set off. "Everything's under con..." click! *** You have failed with a score of 6. *** In that game you scored 6 out of a possible 80, in 181 turns. Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? >