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Floyd | You are running for your life down dark, labyrinthine corridors, your
Floyd | heart pounding almost as loudly as the heavy boots of your relentless
Floyd | pursuer. But your legs are collapsing under you, your breaths coming in
Floyd | ragged gasps. At the last, strength fails you and you collapse
Floyd | face-down upon the unforgiving concrete. Cold hands grasp your neck,
Floyd | hauling you upright, forcing your unwilling eyes open to gaze into the
Floyd | hard, cruel, familiar face of your captor - and you scream with the
Floyd | horrible recognition that those twisted features are your own.
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Floyd | You are still screaming when you awaken in sweat-drenched clothes,
Floyd | deeply relieved that it was only a dream. Yet something is not right.
Floyd | Why does the darkness beyond the window look so threatening? Why do the
Floyd | sounds of the night bear such menace? Indeed, why are you in such
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Floyd | FEAR
Floyd | An Interactive Nightmare
Floyd | For information, type "about"
Floyd | Release 1 / Serial number 961012 / Inform v1502 Library 5/12
Floyd | Standard interpreter 1.0
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Floyd | Bedroom (on the bed)
Floyd | This first-floor room is almost uncomfortably warm and well-lit. The
Floyd | bed sits against the east wall, and curtains cover the windows to the
Floyd | south. A calendar hangs from a hook on one wall, and the exit is to the
Floyd | north.
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Floyd | On the bedside table are a pillbox (which is closed) (in which are nine
Floyd | white pills), a small leaflet and a telephone.
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maga asks, "who's driving?"
lpsmith asks, "Who wants to do it?"
lpsmith says, "(I dunno the layout here)"
Jacqueline asks, "Hm. DW has the map?"
DavidW says, "I guess I can try"
olethros says (to Floyd), "stand"
Floyd | You get off the bed.
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Floyd | Bedroom
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Floyd | On the bedside table are a pillbox (which is closed) (in which are nine
Floyd | white pills), a small leaflet and a telephone.
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Floyd | You feel suddenly claustrophobic as you hear a rustling nearby. What
Floyd | lurks in the shadows, waiting to pounce?
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DavidW says (to Floyd), "n"
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Floyd | Upstairs Corridor (by ladder)
Floyd | A ladder hangs down from a dark square hole in the high ceiling of this
Floyd | unadorned corridor. Identical doors to the north, east and south lead
Floyd | to various rooms. To the west, hanging over the stairs, a bright
Floyd | electric lamp provides illumination.
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Floyd | Seeing the ladder suddenly reminds you where you left the house keys.
Floyd | They fell out of your pocket in the attic yesterday afternoon.
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Floyd | The house is strangely unfamiliar, as if you'd read about it in a book
Floyd | but never actually set foot inside before.
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Jacqueline says, "Get the pillbox!"
DavidW says (to Floyd), "n"
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Floyd | Guest Room
Floyd | A small, windowless and rather cramped bedroom. Perhaps that explains
Floyd | why overnight visitors are so infrequent.
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Floyd | You can see an ornamental plate and a dusty leather-bound book here.
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