Start of a transcript of: valley of glass An Interactive Fiction by Devan Wardrop-Saxton Release 1 / Serial number 250828 / Inform 7 v10.1.2 Inform 7 v10.1.2 Identification number: //19434DAC-FFF7-448B-A734-5BF99C2DB4F5// Interpreter version 1.3.5 / VM 3.1.2 >l The North Road It is early spring in the valley of glass, the first of the seven years you promised to the village blacksmith. Your breath clouds in the crisp morning air as you walk the North Road, your borrowed coat wrapped tight against the chill. The forest extends around you as far as the eye can see. >* && Hi! Rovarsson here, ready to explore. You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >* && From the blurb I gather this is more of an experiential walking simulator/discovery game? That's not a verb I recognise. >* && I hope to find lots of pretty details. That's not a verb I recognise. >x me As good-looking as ever. >* && Default? Really? That's not a verb I recognise. >smell You smell nothing unexpected. >listen You hear nothing unexpected. >* && I'm in a forest and there's nothing to hear or smell? That's not a verb I recognise. >smell crisp air You can't see any such thing. >x breath You can't see any such thing. >* && It's not fogging in front of me in the unsmellable crisp air? That's not a verb I recognise. >l The North Road It is early spring in the valley of glass, the first of the seven years you promised to the village blacksmith. Your breath clouds in the crisp morning air as you walk the North Road, your borrowed coat wrapped tight against the chill. The forest extends around you as far as the eye can see. >x north road I only understood you as far as wanting to examine north. >x road You can't see any such thing. >* && I'm standing on it. That's not a verb I recognise. >x coat A heavy woolen coat made for a man twice your size. >smell coat You smell nothing unexpected. >lick coat That's not a verb I recognise. >x forest A dense, dark tangle of glittering panes for as far as the eye can see. >smell forest You smell nothing unexpected. >listen to forest You hear nothing unexpected. >* && Some basics first: That's not a verb I recognise. >jump You jump on the spot. >* && Default? Perhaps "You jump up and down a bit to get the feeling back in your cold feet." That's not a verb I recognise. >dance That's not a verb I recognise. >shout I didn't understand that sentence. >yell That's not a verb I recognise. >xyzzy That's not a verb I recognise. >fart That's not a verb I recognise. >sit What do you want to sit on? >ground You can't see any such thing. >x air You can't see any such thing. >i You are carrying: a silver apple a golden pear a bronze plum a polishing cloth a borrowed coat (being worn) a nightgown (being worn) leather boots (being worn) >* && Ah! Stuff to X That's not a verb I recognise. >x apple A miniature silver apple, marred with a fine grey webbing of tarnish. A gift from long before you came to the valley to aid in your time of direst need. >eat apple That's plainly inedible. >x pear A miniature golden pear with a dull and pockmarked surface. A gift from long before you came to the valley to aid in your time of direst need. >taste pear You taste nothing unexpected. >x plum A miniature bronze plum, furred with a green patina. A gift from long before you came to the valley to aid in your time of direst need. >lick plum That's not a verb I recognise. >bite plum That's not a verb I recognise. >smell plum You smell nothing unexpected. >sniff plum You smell nothing unexpected. >i You are carrying: a silver apple a golden pear a bronze plum a polishing cloth a borrowed coat (being worn) a nightgown (being worn) leather boots (being worn) >x cloth A soft scrap of flannel. >x coat A heavy woolen coat made for a man twice your size. >search coat You find nothing of interest. >x pockets You can't see any such thing. >x nightgown A plain linen nightgown, soft after so many years of wear. >x boots Plain leather-soled boots that first belonged to your eldest sister, then your second-eldest sister, and now you. >take off coat You take off the borrowed coat. >take off boots You take off leather boots. >take off nightgown You take off the nightgown. >x me As good-looking as ever. >* && How long before I start shivering in the crisp unsmellable air? That's not a verb I recognise. >l The North Road It is early spring in the valley of glass, the first of the seven years you promised to the village blacksmith. Your breath clouds in the crisp morning air as you walk the North Road, your borrowed coat wrapped tight against the chill. The forest extends around you as far as the eye can see. >s The Village A huddle of silver-roofed houses and outbuildings at the valley's heart, glinting coldly in the early morning light. >x houses From this distance they all look more or less alike, hewn from the same glassy rock and thatched with the same brittle, straw-like mirrorgrass that grows plentifully along the river. >* && That's a beautiful image. That's not a verb I recognise. >x outbuildings Barns and storehouses scattered in the fields like skipping stones on ice. >x light You can't see any such thing. >x sun You can't see any such thing. >enter house You can't see any such thing. >enter houses That's not something you can enter. >search houses You find nothing of interest. >s You can't go that way. >se You can't go that way. >sw You can't go that way. >e You can't go that way. >w You can't go that way. >ne You can't go that way. >nw You can't go that way. >n The North Road It is early spring in the valley of glass, the first of the seven years you promised to the village blacksmith. Your breath clouds in the crisp morning air as you walk the North Road, your borrowed coat wrapped tight against the chill. The forest extends around you as far as the eye can see. >se You can't go that way. >sw You can't go that way. >e The Riverbank When you first came to the valley, you were sure crossing the ridgeline couldn't be the only way through. You remember going east, toward the crystalline river, but its waters were so swift and so deep that there was no hope of surviving its current. >* && Hmm... where could I find this ridgeline...? That's not a verb I recognise. >x river A silvery, south-flowing snake, flashing in and out of view through the trees. >x trees It's hard to tell where one tree ends and the next begins. >climb tree Little is to be achieved by that. >dive in river That's not a verb I recognise. >swim That's not a verb I recognise. >e Into the Current You remember wading into the shallows. The water was cold enough to cut you, sharp and glacial even through your boots. You had barely left the bank with its bowed-over trees behind before the pain hardened into something worse: bloodlessness, your feet numb and unsteady on the pebbled riverbed. >e You can't go that way. >s You can't go that way. >n You can't go that way. >w You shake off the memory. Now there is only continuing west, back to springtime and the early morning North Road. >n You can't go that way. >s You can't go that way. >w The North Road It is early spring in the valley of glass, the first of the seven years you promised to the village blacksmith. Your breath clouds in the crisp morning air as you walk the North Road, your borrowed coat wrapped tight against the chill. The forest extends around you as far as the eye can see. >remember That's not a verb I recognise. >w The Boundary When you first came to the valley, you were sure crossing the ridgeline couldn't be the only way through. You remember going west, toward the jagged-edged cliffs, but they rose so suddenly and so steeply that there was no hope of reaching the summit. >x cliffs Sheer, mirrored rock faces towering over the valley below. >climb cliffs Little is to be achieved by that. >w Scaling the Boundary You remember wrapping your hands and swinging yourself up onto the rock face. Handholds were few and unforgiving, but you scrapped and scrabbled until you were nearly at a height with the forest canopy. You grasped after the next hold, but there were no more holds to grasp. Your skin blistered and tore. And then you fell, a graceless slide down the smooth, mirrored face until you were back where you started. >x rocks You can't see any such thing. >x rock face Sheer, mirrored rock faces towering over the valley below. >w You can't go that way. >e You shake off the memory. Now there is only continuing east, back to springtime and the early morning North Road. >* && The default "You can't go that way." breaks the feeling of being there. That's not a verb I recognise. >n You can't go that way. >s You can't go that way. >e The North Road It is early spring in the valley of glass, the first of the seven years you promised to the village blacksmith. Your breath clouds in the crisp morning air as you walk the North Road, your borrowed coat wrapped tight against the chill. The forest extends around you as far as the eye can see. >i You are carrying: a silver apple a golden pear a bronze plum a polishing cloth a borrowed coat a nightgown leather boots >* && "...your borrowed coat wrapped tight..." -> I'm walking around in the nude remember. No wrapping of the coat. That's not a verb I recognise. >e The Riverbank When you first came to the valley, you were sure crossing the ridgeline couldn't be the only way through. You remember going east, toward the crystalline river, but its waters were so swift and so deep that there was no hope of surviving its current. >e What is past is past. There's no use lingering any longer in memory. >throw boots in river That can't contain things. >drop boots This is only a memory, and you cannot change what happened that day. >w The North Road It is early spring in the valley of glass, the first of the seven years you promised to the village blacksmith. Your breath clouds in the crisp morning air as you walk the North Road, your borrowed coat wrapped tight against the chill. The forest extends around you as far as the eye can see. >drop boots You can't afford to lose any more than you already have. >e The Riverbank When you first came to the valley, you were sure crossing the ridgeline couldn't be the only way through. You remember going east, toward the crystalline river, but its waters were so swift and so deep that there was no hope of surviving its current. >drop boots This is only a memory, and you cannot change what happened that day. >* && *This* isn't a memory, right? It's when I went EAST again that I entered the memory. You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >w The North Road It is early spring in the valley of glass, the first of the seven years you promised to the village blacksmith. Your breath clouds in the crisp morning air as you walk the North Road, your borrowed coat wrapped tight against the chill. The forest extends around you as far as the eye can see. >n The Ridge Road The road climbs the northern slope of the valley in steep, rough-cut lines. But until you've won your iron shoes from the blacksmith, you'll never make it past the first few switchbacks. >x slope You can't see any such thing. >x road You can't see any such thing. >n You can't go that way. >e You can't go that way. >w You can't go that way. >ne You can't go that way. >nw You can't go that way. >sw You can't go that way. >se You can't go that way. >s The North Road It is early spring in the valley of glass, the first of the seven years you promised to the village blacksmith. Your breath clouds in the crisp morning air as you walk the North Road, your borrowed coat wrapped tight against the chill. The forest extends around you as far as the eye can see. >ne You can't go that way. >nw You can't go that way. >sw You can't go that way. >se You can't go that way. >s The Village A huddle of silver-roofed houses and outbuildings at the valley's heart, glinting coldly in the early morning light. >se You can't go that way. >sw You can't go that way. >e You can't go that way. >w You can't go that way. >x houses From this distance they all look more or less alike, hewn from the same glassy rock and thatched with the same brittle, straw-like mirrorgrass that grows plentifully along the river. >x mirrorgrass You can't see any such thing. >* && A bit more layers to the implementation would be nice. That's not a verb I recognise. >about That's not a verb I recognise. >credits That's not a verb I recognise. >help That's not a verb I recognise. >hint That's not a verb I recognise. >game That's not a verb I recognise. >* && So, is there an end-state? You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom. >n The North Road It is early spring in the valley of glass, the first of the seven years you promised to the village blacksmith. Your breath clouds in the crisp morning air as you walk the North Road, your borrowed coat wrapped tight against the chill. The forest extends around you as far as the eye can see. >n The Ridge Road The road climbs the northern slope of the valley in steep, rough-cut lines. But until you've won your iron shoes from the blacksmith, you'll never make it past the first few switchbacks. >u You can't go that way. >x valley A long, narrow basin like a cut-crystal vessel, hidden away from the wanderers and wizards of this world. Its severe beauty still takes your breath away, even now. >script off End of transcript. & & & & Start of a transcript of: valley of glass An Interactive Fiction by Devan Wardrop-Saxton Release 1 / Serial number 250828 / Inform 7 v10.1.2 Inform 7 v10.1.2 Identification number: //19434DAC-FFF7-448B-A734-5BF99C2DB4F5// Interpreter version 1.3.5 / VM 3.1.2 >* && Okay. Mike told me I should go back to the Village. That's not a verb I recognise. >l The Ridge Road The road climbs the northern slope of the valley in steep, rough-cut lines. But until you've won your iron shoes from the blacksmith, you'll never make it past the first few switchbacks. >n You can't go that way. >s The North Road It is early spring in the valley of glass, the first of the seven years you promised to the village blacksmith. Your breath clouds in the crisp morning air as you walk the North Road, your borrowed coat wrapped tight against the chill. The forest extends around you as far as the eye can see. >s The Village A huddle of silver-roofed houses and outbuildings at the valley's heart, glinting coldly in the early morning light. >s You can't go that way. >e You can't go that way. >w You can't go that way. >x hpuses You can't see any such thing. >x houses From this distance they all look more or less alike, hewn from the same glassy rock and thatched with the same brittle, straw-like mirrorgrass that grows plentifully along the river. >x blacksmith You can't see any such thing. >in There -- the first wisp of smoke from the forge fire, floating up and over the roofs. That's it, then. The morning has ended, and another day begun. You turn your back on the ridgeline, and return to the work ahead. *** The End *** Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command? >