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Floyd \| NEVERMORE
Floyd \| An Interactive Gothic
Floyd \| by Nate Cull, 2000. Type ABOUT for instructions.
Floyd \| Release 10 / Serial number 000928 / Inform v6.21 Library 6/10
Floyd \|
Floyd \| Study (on the velvet couch)
Floyd \| Stone walls, wreathed in shadows and velvet curtains, rise into the
Floyd \| gloom overhead. The old oak writing desk -- once your father's, now
Floyd \| your own -- is wedged beneath the window lattice, with a velvet couch
Floyd \| before it. A low fire smoulders in its ancient hearth. To the
Floyd \| southeast, a bust of Pallas sits atop an arch with darkness beyond.
Floyd \|
Floyd \| >
maga says (to floyd), "about"
Floyd \| NEVERMORE is a work of Interactive Fiction by Nate Cull
Floyd \| (culln@xtra.co.nz), written for the 2000 IF Competition, and based very
Floyd \| loosely on the poem "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe. All box quotes are
Floyd \| from the www.eserver.org text of the poem. Everything else is original,
Floyd \| bears no relation to any known literary work or historical fact, and is
Floyd \| quite probably indicative of some deep unresolved psychological trauma
Floyd \| in the author's childhood.
Floyd \|
Floyd \| For help at any time, type HINT. To see if the game is still winnable,
Floyd \| type WINNABLE.
Floyd \|
Floyd \| Thanks to: the ifMUD gang at http://ifmud.port4000.com for support with
Floyd \| Inform coding lore and a constant supply of monkey jokes; Admiral Jota
Floyd \| and the Emily who is not called Emily, for help with Latin; and various
Floyd \| betatesters including Peter Berman, Doug Jones and Nick Montfort. Also,
Floyd \| to L. Ross Raszewski for his wonderful Hints.h hint library.
Floyd \|
Floyd \| You are granted unconditional right to freely copy and distribute this
Floyd \| game, in any form, as long as it remains unaltered. This includes the
Floyd \| right to commercial redistribution. If you obtained this game on a
Floyd \| CD-ROM, or as part of any other commercial distribution, you should be
Floyd \| aware that you do not owe the author or any other entity anything for
Floyd \| playing or copying it.
Floyd \|
Floyd \| The latest version of this game, including any bug-fixes or
Floyd \| enhancements made since the Competition, can be found online, in the
Floyd \| Interactive Fiction archive at ftp://ftp.gmd.de/if-archive. Along with
Floyd \| every other piece of free IF known to humanity - but that's another
Floyd \| adventure, and you'll probably need a guide, as the gmd.de archive is
Floyd \| BIG and has lots of dark windy tunnels. Many a nostalgic websurfer has
Floyd \| gone in and never been seen again. We try to warn them, but...
Floyd \|
Floyd \| If you have difficulty finding the latest version, or you would simply
Floyd \| like to talk to a human about this game, post a message on the Usenet
Floyd \| newsgroup rec.games.int-fiction, or failing that, feel free to email
Floyd \| the author.
Floyd \|
Floyd \| Dedicated to: Alex. Want corknut! Awwk!
Floyd \|
Floyd \| >
Jacqueline says, "So, we enter commands by saying things to Floyd."
Jacqueline \| ..Floyd x me
Jacqueline says, "Or whatever."
Rob says, "hm, comp 2000. what an eventful comp that was"
Taleslinger says, "Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, over many a quaint and curios volume of forgotten lore"
inky says, "ha ha alex"
BrenBarn has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge.
inky says (to Floyd), "x desk"
Floyd \| A relic from Byzantine days, perhaps. It was the first piece of
Floyd \| furniture you touched as a child, and the oldest you have seen in all
Floyd \| your travels. Simply a slab of polished oak, with four curiously carved
Floyd \| legs, and nothing more. On the desk are a paper sachet, an oil-lamp and
Floyd \| Concerning Immortality.
Floyd \|
Floyd \| You hear the tapping sound again.
Floyd \|
Floyd \| >
maga says (to floyd), "i"
Floyd \| You are carrying:
Floyd \| a gold ring (being worn)
Floyd \|
Floyd \| A staccato rap echoes through the room.
Floyd \|
Floyd \| >
Otto says (to Floyd), "listen"
Floyd \| It is hard to pinpoint the sound; it seems to shift as you listen.
Floyd \|
Floyd \| A quiet knocking reverberates through the walls.
Floyd \|
Floyd \| >

Bishop says (to floyd), "x sachet"
Floyd \| A thin paper envelope, of the kind in which exotic substances are
Floyd \| stored. The sachet is closed.
Floyd \|
Floyd \| There is silence for a moment; then the soft rapping returns.
Floyd \|
Floyd \| >
maga says (to floyd), "open sachet"
Floyd \| You open the paper sachet, revealing coca powder.

Floyd |

Floyd | NEVERMORE

Floyd | An Interactive Gothic

Floyd | by Nate Cull, 2000. Type ABOUT for instructions.

Floyd | Release 10 / Serial number 000928 / Inform v6.21 Library 6/10

Floyd |

Floyd | Study (on the velvet couch)

Floyd | Stone walls, wreathed in shadows and velvet curtains, rise into the

Floyd | gloom overhead. The old oak writing desk -- once your father's, now

Floyd | your own -- is wedged beneath the window lattice, with a velvet couch

Floyd | before it. A low fire smoulders in its ancient hearth. To the

Floyd | southeast, a bust of Pallas sits atop an arch with darkness beyond.

Floyd |

Floyd | >

maga says (to floyd), "about"

Floyd | NEVERMORE is a work of Interactive Fiction by Nate Cull

Floyd | (culln@xtra.co.nz), written for the 2000 IF Competition, and based very

Floyd | loosely on the poem "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe. All box quotes are

Floyd | from the www.eserver.org text of the poem. Everything else is original,

Floyd | bears no relation to any known literary work or historical fact, and is

Floyd | quite probably indicative of some deep unresolved psychological trauma

Floyd | in the author's childhood.

Floyd |

Floyd | For help at any time, type HINT. To see if the game is still winnable,

Floyd | type WINNABLE.

Floyd |

Floyd | Thanks to: the ifMUD gang at http://ifmud.port4000.com for support with

Floyd | Inform coding lore and a constant supply of monkey jokes; Admiral Jota

Floyd | and the Emily who is not called Emily, for help with Latin; and various

Floyd | betatesters including Peter Berman, Doug Jones and Nick Montfort. Also,

Floyd | to L. Ross Raszewski for his wonderful Hints.h hint library.

Floyd |

Floyd | You are granted unconditional right to freely copy and distribute this

Floyd | game, in any form, as long as it remains unaltered. This includes the

Floyd | right to commercial redistribution. If you obtained this game on a

Floyd | CD-ROM, or as part of any other commercial distribution, you should be

Floyd | aware that you do not owe the author or any other entity anything for

Floyd | playing or copying it.

Floyd |

Floyd | The latest version of this game, including any bug-fixes or

Floyd | enhancements made since the Competition, can be found online, in the

Floyd | Interactive Fiction archive at ftp://ftp.gmd.de/if-archive. Along with

Floyd | every other piece of free IF known to humanity - but that's another

Floyd | adventure, and you'll probably need a guide, as the gmd.de archive is

Floyd | BIG and has lots of dark windy tunnels. Many a nostalgic websurfer has

Floyd | gone in and never been seen again. We try to warn them, but...

Floyd |

Floyd | If you have difficulty finding the latest version, or you would simply

Floyd | like to talk to a human about this game, post a message on the Usenet

Floyd | newsgroup rec.games.int-fiction, or failing that, feel free to email

Floyd | the author.

Floyd |

Floyd | Dedicated to: Alex. Want corknut! Awwk!

Floyd |

Floyd | >

Jacqueline says, "So, we enter commands by saying things to Floyd."

Jacqueline | ..Floyd x me

Jacqueline says, "Or whatever."

Rob says, "hm, comp 2000. what an eventful comp that was"

Taleslinger says, "Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, over many a quaint and curios volume of forgotten lore"

inky says, "ha ha alex"

BrenBarn has had his fill of playing for now, and goes back to the Lounge.

inky says (to Floyd), "x desk"

Floyd | A relic from Byzantine days, perhaps. It was the first piece of

Floyd | furniture you touched as a child, and the oldest you have seen in all

Floyd | your travels. Simply a slab of polished oak, with four curiously carved

Floyd | legs, and nothing more. On the desk are a paper sachet, an oil-lamp and

Floyd | Concerning Immortality.

Floyd |

Floyd | You hear the tapping sound again.

Floyd |

Floyd | >

maga says (to floyd), "i"

Floyd | You are carrying:

Floyd | a gold ring (being worn)

Floyd |

Floyd | A staccato rap echoes through the room.

Floyd |

Floyd | >

Otto says (to Floyd), "listen"

Floyd | It is hard to pinpoint the sound; it seems to shift as you listen.

Floyd |

Floyd | A quiet knocking reverberates through the walls.

Floyd |

Floyd | >

Bishop says (to floyd), "x sachet"

Floyd | A thin paper envelope, of the kind in which exotic substances are

Floyd | stored. The sachet is closed.

Floyd |

Floyd | There is silence for a moment; then the soft rapping returns.

Floyd |

Floyd | >

maga says (to floyd), "open sachet"

Floyd | You open the paper sachet, revealing coca powder.