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 >ask soldier for cake (the wedge of paskha) "Go on, tovarisch, take a slice. Happy Easter!" You thank them. >ask soldier for cake (the wedge of paskha) "Go on, tovarisch, take a slice. Happy Easter!" You thank them. >take cake (the wedge of paskha) (putting the Sixth Officer's jacket into the canvas rucksack to make room) Nodding politely to your hosts, you take the paskha. [Your score has just gone up by one point.] >eat it Smooth, creamy, delicious. The best thing you've eaten since Century Park. >undo Soldiers' Carriage [Previous turn undone.] >n Corridor of a Steam Train This is the corridor of a steam train rattling its way south through icy wastelands. To the north and south are carriages, and there are compartments east and west. >w Bathroom Compartment An old-fashioned, tight, enamelled bathroom, consisting little more than a sink and a mirror. A man is bound and gagged, wriggling on the floor. He looks extremely angry at the sight of you. >untie man Quickly you loosen the bonds of the officer. Then, even more quickly, he grabs you, ties you up, frog-marches you to the Russian soldiers and you are imprisoned all the way to Petrograd... where you spend the great year of 1917 in a police cell, until you're shot in a chaotic misunderstanding at the height of the October revolution. *** You have died *** In that game you scored 49 out of a possible 100, in 790 turns, giving you the rank of Boardwalker. Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? > undo Bathroom Compartment [Previous turn undone.] >e Corridor of a Steam Train This is the corridor of a steam train rattling its way south through icy wastelands. To the north and south are carriages, and there are compartments east and west. >n Lenin's Carriage About thirty people travel in this carriage, grouped into fours. Most of them stare out at the icy Baltic wastes, nostalgic for their homeland, or sing the Internationale softly to themselves. At the north end, there are two passageways, northeast and northwest. The Bolsheviks' leader is clearly the short man, proudly wearing a worker's cap, who sits making notes and hardly glances at the windows: Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov, or Lenin as he will some day be known. >ne Guard's Van An empty, rattling cage of a compartment: the guard's van. To the north is a door leading out to the train's rear end, to south are the carriages. A little boy, with Dmitri embroidered on his jump-suit, sits playing here. You can also see a blank piece of paper here. >give cake to dmitri (the wedge of paskha to Dmitri) Dmitri smiles angelically before wolfing down the paskha with demonic speed and concentration. >undo Guard's Van [Previous turn undone.] >show cake to dmitri (the wedge of paskha to Dmitri) Dmitri tries very hard to react casually to the sight of the paskha. >dmitri, give me the paper Which do you mean, the edition of Pravda, the paper dart, Le Figaro, Emily's sketch book or the blank piece of paper? >blank Dmitri smiles and sings on. >n Ice, Wind, Rails You stand on a kind of wrought iron balcony on the back of the train, in the open Baltic air, white wind rushing past, the silvery rails disappearing among drifts of snow in the distance. It is breath-taking, and fearfully cold. >u You can't go that way. >drop cake (the wedge of paskha) Dropped. >s Guard's Van An empty, rattling cage of a compartment: the guard's van. To the north is a door leading out to the train's rear end, to south are the carriages. A little boy, with Dmitri embroidered on his jump-suit, sits playing here. You can also see a blank piece of paper here. >dmitri, north Dmitri smiles and sings on. >get paper (the blank piece of paper) Dmitri sits on the paper, protectively. >n Ice, Wind, Rails You stand on a kind of wrought iron balcony on the back of the train, in the open Baltic air, white wind rushing past, the silvery rails disappearing among drifts of snow in the distance. It is breath-taking, and fearfully cold. You can see a wedge of paskha here. >get paskha (putting the box of mosquito powder into the canvas rucksack to make room) Nodding politely to your hosts, you take the paskha. >s Guard's Van An empty, rattling cage of a compartment: the guard's van. To the north is a door leading out to the train's rear end, to south are the carriages. A little boy, with Dmitri embroidered on his jump-suit, sits playing here. You can also see a blank piece of paper here. >bribe dmitri That's not a verb I recognise. >trade paskha for paper That's not a verb I recognise. >throw paskha Dropped. >z Time passes. >look Guard's Van An empty, rattling cage of a compartment: the guard's van. To the north is a door leading out to the train's rear end, to south are the carriages. A little boy, with Dmitri embroidered on his jump-suit, sits playing here. You can also see a wedge of paskha and a blank piece of paper here. >get paskha (putting the mandolin into the canvas rucksack to make room) Nodding politely to your hosts, you take the paskha. >drop paskha Dropped. >get paskha Nodding politely to your hosts, you take the paskha. >show paskha to dmitri Dmitri tries very hard to react casually to the sight of the paskha. >drop it Dropped. >get it Nodding politely to your hosts, you take the paskha. >offer paskha to dmitri Dmitri smiles angelically before wolfing down the paskha with demonic speed and concentration. >undo Guard's Van [Previous turn undone.] >save Ok. >offer paskha to dmitri Dmitri smiles angelically before wolfing down the paskha with demonic speed and concentration. >get paper (the blank piece of paper) Dmitri obligingly gets out of the way, and you take the paper. >x blank paper You see nothing special about the blank piece of paper. >s Lenin's Carriage About thirty people travel in this carriage, grouped into fours. Most of them stare out at the icy Baltic wastes, nostalgic for their homeland, or sing the Internationale softly to themselves. At the north end, there are two passageways, northeast and northwest. The Bolsheviks' leader is clearly the short man, proudly wearing a worker's cap, who sits making notes and hardly glances at the windows: Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov, or Lenin as he will some day be known. >lenin, sign paper Lenin insists on no conversation in the carriage, and he's a man of extraordinary will-power. >show paper to lenin Which do you mean, the blank piece of paper, the edition of Pravda, the paper dart, Le Figaro or Emily's sketch book? >blank Hardly looking up, Lenin signs the paper. You are now the proud possessor of a chit. >nw You join a queue of ten passengers, which blocks the passage-way here. In Queue You stand in a long, patient queue to one corner of the carriage. The passengers stand clutching slips of paper signed by Lenin. >z The queue shuffles forward, and there are now nine passengers in front of you. >z The queue shuffles forward, and there are now eight passengers in front of you. >z The queue shuffles forward, and there are now seven passengers in front of you. >z The queue shuffles forward, and there are now six passengers in front of you. >z The queue shuffles forward, and there are now five passengers in front of you. >z The queue shuffles forward, and there are now four passengers in front of you. >z The queue shuffles forward, and there are now three passengers in front of you. >z The queue shuffles forward, and there are now two passengers in front of you. >z You're now at the front of the queue, next to the door which should open soon. >z The door opens as a passenger leaves and files south past the queue into the carriage. Smoky Compartment Your eyes swim in this fog of cigarette smoke. The last tiny berth of the train has been converted into a smoking car, but there's only room for one at a time, half-sitting on the bunk. Ash is heaped up in an old grey ash-tray. Your eyes swim. [Your score has just gone up by one point.] >i You are carrying: a chit signed by Lenin a travel permit a little key a British Army officer's uniform (being worn) a recent edition of Pravda a lump of corn bread a canvas rucksack (which is open) a mandolin a box of mosquito powder a Sixth Officer's jacket Place Names of Carolina a green cap a Richard's anemometer a paper dart a madeleine cake Le Figaro Black's Kaldecki detector a second note from Black a first aid box (which is closed) the 1911 Boy's Book of the Sea a curious device the Victorian ormolu clock Emily's sketch book a charcoal pencil two keys: a elegant key a tagged key a handwritten invitation card a White Star Line scribbled-on towel a folded note a white party ticket a sparkler (providing light) You cough convulsively. >x tray The ash tray is wide, square and grey. You feel badly in need of fresh air. >get tray (putting the lump of corn bread into the canvas rucksack to make room) You shake the ash out of the tray, and pick it up - a jigsaw piece! There's a knocking at the door from the next passenger. [Your score has just gone up by one point.] >out But you aren't in anything at the moment. The knocking gets louder and more irritable. >s Fresh air! What a relief. The passengers, annoyed, search you to find the ash tray, and relieve you of it. You're pushed back south, still protesting the loss of your jigsaw piece. Lenin's Carriage About thirty people travel in this carriage, grouped into fours. Most of them stare out at the icy Baltic wastes, nostalgic for their homeland, or sing the Internationale softly to themselves. At the north end, there are two passageways, northeast and northwest. The Bolsheviks' leader is clearly the short man, proudly wearing a worker's cap, who sits making notes and hardly glances at the windows: Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov, or Lenin as he will some day be known. >nw You join a queue of ten passengers, which blocks the passage-way here. In Queue You stand in a long, patient queue to one corner of the carriage. The passengers stand clutching slips of paper signed by Lenin. >z The queue shuffles forward, and there are now nine passengers in front of you. >z The queue shuffles forward, and there are now eight passengers in front of you. >z The queue shuffles forward, and there are now seven passengers in front of you. >z The queue shuffles forward, and there are now six passengers in front of you. >z The queue shuffles forward, and there are now five passengers in front of you. >z The queue shuffles forward, and there are now four passengers in front of you. >z The queue shuffles forward, and there are now three passengers in front of you. >z The queue shuffles forward, and there are now two passengers in front of you. >z You're now at the front of the queue, next to the door which should open soon. >z The door opens as a passenger leaves and files south past the queue into the carriage. Smoky Compartment Your eyes swim in this fog of cigarette smoke. The last tiny berth of the train has been converted into a smoking car, but there's only room for one at a time, half-sitting on the bunk. Ash is heaped up in an old grey ash-tray. You cough convulsively. >open window You can't see any such thing. >x bunk How glad you are not to have to sleep in here. From inside the rucksack, the ormolu clock chimes once. Your eyes swim. >x fog You can't see any such thing. >search smoke You can't see any such thing. >look Smoky Compartment Your eyes swim in this fog of cigarette smoke. The last tiny berth of the train has been converted into a smoking car, but there's only room for one at a time, half-sitting on the bunk. Ash is heaped up in an old grey ash-tray. You cough convulsively. >search bunk You find nothing of interest. From inside the rucksack, the ormolu clock chimes insistently. There's a knocking at the door from the next passenger. >smoke That's not a verb I recognise. >s Fresh air! What a relief. Lenin's Carriage About thirty people travel in this carriage, grouped into fours. Most of them stare out at the icy Baltic wastes, nostalgic for their homeland, or sing the Internationale softly to themselves. At the north end, there are two passageways, northeast and northwest. The Bolsheviks' leader is clearly the short man, proudly wearing a worker's cap, who sits making notes and hardly glances at the windows: Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov, or Lenin as he will some day be known. >nw You join a queue of ten passengers, which blocks the passage-way here. In Queue You stand in a long, patient queue to one corner of the carriage. The passengers stand clutching slips of paper signed by Lenin. Suddenly you are wrenched out into the time vortex once more, and find yourself back... Disc Room This is a tiny tetrahedral annexe of a room, whose only clear feature is a broad black disc embedded in the floor. >z Time passes. >undo Disc Room [Previous turn undone.] >undo [Can't "undo" twice in succession. Sorry!] >restore Ok. >give cake to dmitri (the wedge of paskha to Dmitri) Dmitri smiles angelically before wolfing down the paskha with demonic speed and concentration. >take paper (the blank piece of paper) Dmitri obligingly gets out of the way, and you take the paper. >s Lenin's Carriage About thirty people travel in this carriage, grouped into fours. Most of them stare out at the icy Baltic wastes, nostalgic for their homeland, or sing the Internationale softly to themselves. At the north end, there are two passageways, northeast and northwest. The Bolsheviks' leader is clearly the short man, proudly wearing a worker's cap, who sits making notes and hardly glances at the windows: Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov, or Lenin as he will some day be known. >show paper to lenin Which do you mean, the blank piece of paper, the edition of Pravda, the paper dart, Le Figaro or Emily's sketch book? >blank Hardly looking up, Lenin signs the paper. You are now the proud possessor of a chit. >save Ok. >turn off alarm The latch on the clock is now off. >nw You join a queue of ten passengers, which blocks the passage-way here. In Queue You stand in a long, patient queue to one corner of the carriage. The passengers stand clutching slips of paper signed by Lenin. >z The queue shuffles forward, and there are now nine passengers in front of you. >z The queue shuffles forward, and there are now eight passengers in front of you. >z The queue shuffles forward, and there are now seven passengers in front of you. >z The queue shuffles forward, and there are now six passengers in front of you. >z The queue shuffles forward, and there are now five passengers in front of you. >z The queue shuffles forward, and there are now four passengers in front of you. >z The queue shuffles forward, and there are now three passengers in front of you. >z The queue shuffles forward, and there are now two passengers in front of you. >z You're now at the front of the queue, next to the door which should open soon. >z The door opens as a passenger leaves and files south past the queue into the carriage. Smoky Compartment Your eyes swim in this fog of cigarette smoke. The last tiny berth of the train has been converted into a smoking car, but there's only room for one at a time, half-sitting on the bunk. Ash is heaped up in an old grey ash-tray. You feel rather ill. [Your score has just gone up by one point.] >take tray (putting the lump of corn bread into the canvas rucksack to make room) You shake the ash out of the tray, and pick it up - a jigsaw piece! You feel badly in need of fresh air. [Your score has just gone up by one point.] >put tray in rucksack You can't see any such thing. >put piece in rucksack You put the edge piece into the canvas rucksack. You cough convulsively. >close rucksack You close the canvas rucksack. There's a knocking at the door from the next passenger. >s Fresh air! What a relief. The passengers, annoyed, search you to find the ash tray, and relieve you of it. You're pushed back south, still protesting the loss of your jigsaw piece. Lenin's Carriage About thirty people travel in this carriage, grouped into fours. Most of them stare out at the icy Baltic wastes, nostalgic for their homeland, or sing the Internationale softly to themselves. At the north end, there are two passageways, northeast and northwest. The Bolsheviks' leader is clearly the short man, proudly wearing a worker's cap, who sits making notes and hardly glances at the windows: Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov, or Lenin as he will some day be known. >ne Guard's Van An empty, rattling cage of a compartment: the guard's van. To the north is a door leading out to the train's rear end, to south are the carriages. A little boy, with Dmitri embroidered on his jump-suit, sits playing here. >n Ice, Wind, Rails You stand on a kind of wrought iron balcony on the back of the train, in the open Baltic air, white wind rushing past, the silvery rails disappearing among drifts of snow in the distance. It is breath-taking, and fearfully cold. >w You can't go that way. >d You can't go that way. >jump You leap out into the wind and ice... (Of course, writers of adventure stories like Dornford Yates and John Buchan will be rather popular soon, with their heroes punching smugglers, foiling spy rings, unmasking Bolsheviks and (as need arises) leaping from speeding trains.) ...and you ricochet into the vicious permafrost, smashed by the force of the ground, without even the time to freeze or bleed to death. *** You have died *** In that game you scored 51 out of a possible 100, in 837 turns, giving you the rank of Puzzler. Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, give the FULL score for that game or QUIT? > undo Ice, Wind, Rails [Previous turn undone.] >