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Floyd | |
Floyd | The score is made up as follows: |
Floyd | |
Floyd | 1 finding a deeper darkness |
Floyd | 9 rising from the tomb |
Floyd | |
Floyd | 10 total (out of 36) |
Floyd | |
Floyd | > |
lpsmith says (to floyd), "i" |
Floyd | You are carrying nothing. |
Floyd | |
Floyd | You feel suddenly claustrophobic as you hear a rustling nearby. What |
Floyd | lurks in the shadows, waiting to pounce? |
Floyd | |
Floyd | > |
maga says (to Floyd), "x spider" |
Floyd | A repulsive black thing with long, hairy legs, it hangs from an |
Floyd | invisible length of thread like some twisted parody of the light bulb |
Floyd | that casts its shadow on the kitchen wall. Its eight eyes stare |
Floyd | malevolently back at you. |
Floyd | |
Floyd | The house is strangely unfamiliar, as if you'd read about it in a book |
Floyd | but never actually set foot inside before. |
Floyd | |
Floyd | > |
Jacqueline says, "Huh - so we can go to the attic now." |
olethros says (to Floyd), "eat spider" |
Floyd | (first taking the spider) |
Floyd | You'd like to stay as far away as possible from it, and you can't bear |
Floyd | the thought of actually touching the vile (and probably poisonous) |
Floyd | creature. |
Floyd | |
Floyd | As you try to compose your mind, dark memories wash over you: |
Floyd | explosions, death, the tolling of funeral bells, gloom, isolation. |
Floyd | |
Floyd | > |
inky says, "the attic has the front door keys, I believe" |
DavidW says, "That's right" |
Jacqueline says, "Yes." |
olethros says (to Floyd), "open cutains" |
Floyd | [cutains -> curtains] |
Floyd | You open the curtains. |
Floyd | |
Floyd | > |
Taleslinger says, "urk. i hate spiders." |
olethros says (to Floyd), "l through window" |
Floyd | Outside you see deserted city streets. |
Floyd | |
Floyd | > |
maga says, "hmm. don't think we've been in this room before" |
olethros says, "no" |
DavidW says, "I'm not sure how we got to the living room from the guest room." |
olethros says, "I think we are living another experience" |
maga says (to Floyd), "u" |
Floyd | |
Floyd | Upstairs Corridor |
Floyd | You are in the western half of a plain whitewashed east-west corridor |
Floyd | lit by a lamp hanging next to the stairs, which lead down to the ground |
Floyd | floor. The carpeted wooden floor creaks annoyingly under your feet. |
Floyd | |
Floyd | The bathroom lies to the north; a ladder hangs from an opening in the |
Floyd | ceiling to the east. |
Floyd | |
Floyd | > |
maga says (to Floyd), "e" |
Floyd | |
Floyd | Upstairs Corridor (by ladder) |
Floyd | |
Floyd | Something scrapes across the roof as you stand petrified in fear. |
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