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Floyd \|
Floyd \| The gentle tapping sounds again.
Floyd \|
Floyd \| A sense of raw alertness rushes through your nerves, setting them all
Floyd \| on edge.
Floyd \|
Floyd \| >
Jacqueline says, "Seventh place in the comp that year - must have been a good crop of games."
Brad says, "2000, right? It was a good year."
olethros says, "that's great, let's go south"
Jacqueline asks, "There aren't drugs in the ring, are there? Search ring, maybe?"
maga says (to Floyd), "south"
Floyd \|
Floyd \| Portico
Floyd \| The great iron gate to the south, black as time, stands here to seal
Floyd \| the tower's entrance. A dark corridor, worn by countless centuries of
Floyd \| forgotten feet, leads back north into the cryptic maze which you -- and
Floyd \| in those brief, happy, vanished days, Lenore -- once called a home.
Floyd \|
Floyd \| There is a sudden scratching and scrabbling beyond the iron gate, as of
Floyd \| some creature seeking admittance. Then the sound is gone as quickly as
Floyd \| it came.
Floyd \|
Floyd \| The coca rush fades, but the sense of alertness remains.
Floyd \|
Floyd \| >
olethros says (to floyd), "x ceiling"
Floyd \| You see nothing special about the ceiling.
Floyd \|
Floyd \| >
olethros says, "indeed, poe-esque. I remember having completed this."
Gunther says (to olethros), "maga's the speaker"
olethros says, "ok"
Jacqueline says (to olethros), "We were all giving commands at first, but it turns out this is a timed game and we died."
maga says, "only since there's time-limit death"
Jacqueline says, "So now we've appointed someone."
olethros says, "sorry missed the first few minutes"
Jacqueline says, "No worries!"
Jacqueline asks, "Open the gate?"
olethros says, "ok, open gate"
(from Taleslinger) maga says (to floyd), "wait till i die"
maga says (to Floyd), "open gate"
Floyd \| You unbolt the great iron gate and swing it slowly open, revealing the
Floyd \| night outside.
Floyd \|
Floyd \| The gentle tapping sounds again.
Floyd \|
Floyd \| >
olethros says, "this must be the raven"
maga says, "hunh"
Jacqueline asks, "Hm. Should we go through the gate?"
Brad says, "Guess it wasn't tappingo on the gate."
olethros says, "the window, man"
olethros says, "pallas, window, etc"
Taleslinger says (to olethros), "Nope."
Jacqueline says (to olethros), "Oddly enough, we opened the window and it wasn't there."
olethros says, "but it;s tradition!"
Jacqueline says, "Nor did it come in and perch, and sit, and nothing more."
Taleslinger says, "I cried already. It's a loose adaption. Like a Marvel movie."
Jacqueline says, "As in the poem... this is based rather loosely on the poem at best, it would seem."
maga asks, "so - the window, or through the door?"
Jacqueline says (to T), "ha"
olethros says, "let's get out and some fresh air"
Brad says, "door"
Jacqueline says, "Yeah, let's exit the gate."
maga says (to Floyd), "s"
Floyd \|
Floyd \| Stairs in the Cliff
Floyd \| Here at the tower's brink, a sheer staircase carved into the living
Floyd \| rock falls down the cliff into blackness. Behind you, to the north,
Floyd \| stands the great iron gate. The tower rises above you, shapeless and
Floyd \| gaunt; the night is bleak, windy, with all moon and stars fled, leaving
Floyd \| only the unfathomable emptiness of the distant plain, invisible far
Floyd \| below.
Floyd \|
Floyd \| A small bright object glitters halfway down the cliff, well out of
Floyd \| reach.
Floyd \|
Floyd \| Out of the silence comes a quiet sense of motion, as if some creature
Floyd \| were circling further around the tower, searching for a more subtle
Floyd \| approach. The lamp gutters erratically for a moment. The sound
Floyd \| retreats; perhaps it was simply your fevered imagination.
Floyd \|
Floyd \| >
Taleslinger asks, "down?"
Brad says, "It needs subtlety, heh."
olethros asks, "is there a tower?"
Jacqueline says, "Yeah, I'm for moving toward the bright object."
olethros says, "let's climbit"
Jacqueline says (to olethros), "In this game there is. heh"
maga says (to Floyd), "down"
Floyd \| Even with a lamp, you would not chance these stairs in the darkness.
Floyd \| The merest slip would send you plummeting.
Floyd \|
Floyd \| >
Taleslinger asks, "Can I gag a channel?"
Jacqueline asks, "But we're going to die anyway, so who cares, Floyd?"
inky says, "I guess you need the right drug"
inky says, "try @mute #channel"
Jacqueline says (to T), "You can @mute Cha - right"

Floyd |

Floyd | The gentle tapping sounds again.

Floyd |

Floyd | A sense of raw alertness rushes through your nerves, setting them all

Floyd | on edge.

Floyd |

Floyd | >

Jacqueline says, "Seventh place in the comp that year - must have been a good crop of games."

Brad says, "2000, right? It was a good year."

olethros says, "that's great, let's go south"

Jacqueline asks, "There aren't drugs in the ring, are there? Search ring, maybe?"

maga says (to Floyd), "south"

Floyd |

Floyd | Portico

Floyd | The great iron gate to the south, black as time, stands here to seal

Floyd | the tower's entrance. A dark corridor, worn by countless centuries of

Floyd | forgotten feet, leads back north into the cryptic maze which you -- and

Floyd | in those brief, happy, vanished days, Lenore -- once called a home.

Floyd |

Floyd | There is a sudden scratching and scrabbling beyond the iron gate, as of

Floyd | some creature seeking admittance. Then the sound is gone as quickly as

Floyd | it came.

Floyd |

Floyd | The coca rush fades, but the sense of alertness remains.

Floyd |

Floyd | >

olethros says (to floyd), "x ceiling"

Floyd | You see nothing special about the ceiling.

Floyd |

Floyd | >

olethros says, "indeed, poe-esque. I remember having completed this."

Gunther says (to olethros), "maga's the speaker"

olethros says, "ok"

Jacqueline says (to olethros), "We were all giving commands at first, but it turns out this is a timed game and we died."

maga says, "only since there's time-limit death"

Jacqueline says, "So now we've appointed someone."

olethros says, "sorry missed the first few minutes"

Jacqueline says, "No worries!"

Jacqueline asks, "Open the gate?"

olethros says, "ok, open gate"

(from Taleslinger) maga says (to floyd), "wait till i die"

maga says (to Floyd), "open gate"

Floyd | You unbolt the great iron gate and swing it slowly open, revealing the

Floyd | night outside.

Floyd |

Floyd | The gentle tapping sounds again.

Floyd |

Floyd | >

olethros says, "this must be the raven"

maga says, "hunh"

Jacqueline asks, "Hm. Should we go through the gate?"

Brad says, "Guess it wasn't tappingo on the gate."

olethros says, "the window, man"

olethros says, "pallas, window, etc"

Taleslinger says (to olethros), "Nope."

Jacqueline says (to olethros), "Oddly enough, we opened the window and it wasn't there."

olethros says, "but it;s tradition!"

Jacqueline says, "Nor did it come in and perch, and sit, and nothing more."

Taleslinger says, "I cried already. It's a loose adaption. Like a Marvel movie."

Jacqueline says, "As in the poem... this is based rather loosely on the poem at best, it would seem."

maga asks, "so - the window, or through the door?"

Jacqueline says (to T), "ha"

olethros says, "let's get out and some fresh air"

Brad says, "door"

Jacqueline says, "Yeah, let's exit the gate."

maga says (to Floyd), "s"

Floyd |

Floyd | Stairs in the Cliff

Floyd | Here at the tower's brink, a sheer staircase carved into the living

Floyd | rock falls down the cliff into blackness. Behind you, to the north,

Floyd | stands the great iron gate. The tower rises above you, shapeless and

Floyd | gaunt; the night is bleak, windy, with all moon and stars fled, leaving

Floyd | only the unfathomable emptiness of the distant plain, invisible far

Floyd | below.

Floyd |

Floyd | A small bright object glitters halfway down the cliff, well out of

Floyd | reach.

Floyd |

Floyd | Out of the silence comes a quiet sense of motion, as if some creature

Floyd | were circling further around the tower, searching for a more subtle

Floyd | approach. The lamp gutters erratically for a moment. The sound

Floyd | retreats; perhaps it was simply your fevered imagination.

Floyd |

Floyd | >

Taleslinger asks, "down?"

Brad says, "It needs subtlety, heh."

olethros asks, "is there a tower?"

Jacqueline says, "Yeah, I'm for moving toward the bright object."

olethros says, "let's climbit"

Jacqueline says (to olethros), "In this game there is. heh"

maga says (to Floyd), "down"

Floyd | Even with a lamp, you would not chance these stairs in the darkness.

Floyd | The merest slip would send you plummeting.

Floyd |

Floyd | >

Taleslinger asks, "Can I gag a channel?"

Jacqueline asks, "But we're going to die anyway, so who cares, Floyd?"

inky says, "I guess you need the right drug"

inky says, "try @mute #channel"

Jacqueline says (to T), "You can @mute Cha - right"