Borgupine/floyd huggingface dataset:
> You examine the chest
The chest-of-drawers is a nice piece of furniture despite the many water stains on its surface. Three drawers run from the bottom of the chest to the top. A lamp perches on top of the chest like a vulture.
> You connect the green tube to the green receptacle
Connected.
The stock ticker tape advances:
|  I M /4G7  |  BD  /3G9  |  GDH /4O+  |  C F /3LG  |  KKL /3N/4  |
> Go east
Seeing you leave, the little monkey scuttles after you. When you pause, he looks up at you expectantly.
Though paved in polished marble and enclosed on all sides, this large square room is open to the sky above. Aside from some low benches, also of marble, that surround a shallow, square pool of water in the center of the room, it's unfurnished. There's a high arched doorway to the north, a row of lower arches on the east, a tunnel entrance to the west, and a square-cut doorway to the south.
The monkey goes off to take a quick look around, but soon returns.
> Swing
What do you want to swing?
> You look at the pendulums
There's two of them, and they're made out of this white iridescent substance. And they're in a weird shape, like, a zig-zag shape. They're basically two long white zig-zags.
They're just hanging there inside the clock.
> You put Ark of the Covenant on the noah's ark
(first taking the plywood Ark of the Covenant)
It's too awkward to pick up the plywood Ark of the Covenant while you're still holding the case labelled "HANDBELLS".
You need to be holding the plywood Ark of the Covenant before you can put it on top of something else.
> You remember viviana's typewriter
It's a stormy evening, and Viviana's typewriter has a broken key.
She is kind enough to let you try to fix it, though you actually only manage to damage it further. "It's okay," she says, "Lorenzo's going to buy me a new one." There's a smudge of ink on the bridge of her nose, and your hands are likewise stained.
You remember your first sight of Viviana.
> Inventory
You are carrying:
two kumquats
a damaged recorder
a vaccine sample
a tiny sleeping man
a puffy white jacket
a silver kiddush cup
some fuzzy bunny slippers
a yellow paper note
a mail packet
an empty gift box
a handheld computer (in which is a data disk)
a grey widget saying SOC 15.79271, POW 20.83341, INT 12.5235
a magnificent ensemble of flowing scarlet robe, chronometer, grey undersuit, shoes, and socks
> You examine the car
It's a beat-up old Pinto.
> You examine cardigan
An ankle-length black wool cardigan, thick and soft, the sort of garment you could curl up inside and feel comforted. You think it was a present from John. The smell of the Warneford and cigarette smoke clings to it.
> Ne rema ben akne
plant, which he hands to you with great reverence. "Fa alsen tsa fe
rema," he tells you. "Tsa ben selme."
Stranger becomes serious, and looks quite concerned. "Krande," he says,
"Fe rema akne; ben krande."
> You look at touch yourself
FC: I can't use the word 'touch' here.
> You go to the south
Forest Vale (West)
Even though this area is much deeper than the rest of the forest, the thick canopy of branches high above has blocked the snow from collecting here. The moonlight has also been blocked by the thick covering of branches. Fortunately, dozens of fireflies have congregated here and illuminate the darkness sufficiently.
The underbrush is too dense in that direction.
You carefully climb up the slope and step back into the stone-lined path. The chill of the blowing breeze sends shivers up your spine.
You are standing in the middle of a stone lined path that leads through the snow-covered forest from the northwest to the east. To the north, the ground dips down much lower than the path upon which you now stand.
> You take vellum
Taken.
The sleepy guardsman takes the top page off the stack, gives it a cursory glance, stamps it, and sets it aside.
> Jilnix lily
As your brows frown, the air around you gathers with vile winged
insects, which surge forward to plague the water lily. The carnivorous
lily makes very quick work of them.
> You move the twigs
Nudging the twigs around at random with your toe, you find that you've accidentally formed the shape of the letter R.
You find yourself wondering whether trying to find a path through the thicket might have been a mistake.
> Go north
You push painfully through the swinging door.
You are holding Keiko's hand, so she follows you.
You are holding Ashley's hand, so she follows you.
This is one of the few modern-day cafeterias that doesn't sport a set of vending machines in addition to standard cafeteria fare. Pale sunlight streams down through the high bank of huge windows, shining carelessly over the faded tile and the ceiling-high folded lunch
tables alike. The kitchen door is to the south.
Ashley is here, holding hands with you.
Keiko is here, holding hands with you and leaning heavily on a
lacrosse stick.
The cafeteria doors are to the west, but they're completely blocked
off behind the folded lunch tables.
Jude is here, clinging to Mr. Bunny.
Tyrone stands with his arms folded across his pint-sized chest.
George stands looking miserable with his hands in the pockets of his too-big pants.
Samir is standing nearby with his hands stuffed in his pockets.
One of the windows has been shattered, leaving an empty window frame edged with jagged glass shards.
You can also see a pommel horse here.
The door swings shut behind you.
> You close it
Closed.
> You look at the marks
Look like orange paint. Grunk not know what marks mean.
> You examine the paintings
Which do you mean, Wedding Treasure or Supper with M?
> You wear the bear
(first taking the polar bear)
This polar bear is much bigger than you are. You'd never be able to lug it around, and besides, you'd have little use for it.
> Grind axe
After all you've been through, you believe you have a legitimate axe to grind, and you do so, with relish. The blade of the axe twinkles with razor sharpness.
> You examine the ledge
On the ledge beneath the cupboard, the Provider often creates food. You're not supposed to be here, but who will it hurt if you nose around a little?
You're beginning to feel dizzy.
> You get the scrap of the paper
Taken.
From the wireless comes the soft hiss of static and the dramatic tension of a late-night radio show.
> You go to the west
here. A few small fires can be seen, and the scent of gasoline is
heavy in the air. The exit is a nondescript door to the east. Welcome
to the Laboratory of Manufactured Light.
A pentagon sits in the lab, reading.
> You get it
You've already got your hands full.
> 3
%% Enter a save filename to read:
> Go west
The south side of a gently-sloping hill. Scrub grass clings tenaciously to its side. A path from the east divides here and crawls up the hill to the north and northwest.
> You enter it
In the Boat Shed (in the rowboat)
The interior of the shed is dimly lighted by sunlight coming in through the single small window set high in the west wall. Water laps gently against the walls, and there's no floor at all, only a dock that juts out to the south from a narrow platform near the door. The dock is to the east from here.
The rowboat rocks and sways in a way that makes you feel just slightly ill. The boat has oarlocks on the sides. A pair of oars is lying in the bottom of the boat.
You see some oars here.
Lydia is standing on the dock.
Lydia climbs into the rowboat with surprising grace - it rocks only a little - and sits down beside you.
> You go north
You lead the horror into the narrow service corridor continuing to the north. A set of servants' stairs twists around a wall and disappears above you.
> You pull the piston vii
The VII piston extends out of the console with a weighty hiss.
Now, the I piston is extended, the II piston is extended, the IV piston is extended, the VII piston is extended, and the X piston is retracted.
> Go east
I have reached a place in the corridor where the floor rises up to the northeast. Sonar can detect a huge open area directly to the east.
In the room with me are Sensa (in motion) and Poet.
Sensa is carrying a small sphere.
> You ask him about himself
He’s already told you a bit about himself: as part of his priestly duties he prays for the islanders and visits the sick; he came here about twenty years ago when his ship foundered. He says he had been a chaplain to Cromwell’s forces and was fleeing England at the Restoration; since Charles II came to the throne 145 years ago this hardly seems likely, so you decide to stop pressing him any further,
in case he’s a little unhinged.
> You pull up on the couch
You pull up on the middle grey couch and get to your feet and you are all steady except for the occasional sway.
Cassie says "B-b-b-b-b-buh buh buh."
> Decode crumpled
Examining text...
Performing heuristics...
Counting character frequencies...
Performing statistical analysis...
Performing more heuristics...
Best guess: One Time Pad. 26 character alphabet.
Decoding...
1
Hi. Um. Hope I remember how to yse the code book right. How are you? I guesr you're wondering where this note came. Well, I'm living with my dad now. Mom started dating this drug dealer and she got arrested because he was making crystal meth in our basement. So I'm back here at least till the end of the year. So what's new in your life? I'm sorry I haven't kept in touch. Pleare write me back so we can talk some time.
[The DataStore entry for this document has been updated to reflect deciphered text.]
> You use detergent on the pedestal
They say graffiti is the poetry of our time. You disagree.
> You look around
Roller Coaster, in the car
The car zips through a series of wild turns and sharp drops. Wooden roller coaster supports whiz past, inches from your head!
> You put them on Bubbles
sunglasses: Bubbles has no real way of taking that.
> You look in reader
The entry currently on the screen reads:
::mnemonic distribution levels: IX-EJ-KD-2
::Subject in 5th grade. Subject arrives at school wearing shorts purchased by subject's mother (Xref C280274). The shorts are blue with white stripe, 60%-40% poly-cotton blend, size 8. Note: Subject has been experiencing growth spurts, and currently fits size 8 1/2. Subject experiences extreme apprehension re: social acceptance, fashion etiquette, inadequate fit of shorts. At 11:13, shorts split up the back seam when Subject sits down in front of Tracy Haddington (Xref P120884), triggering extreme shame response; subject undergoes...
You tear your eyes away from the screen with a shudder. For a moment, you can almost hear the ghostly echoes of children jeering, which gently dissolves into the sound of a woman's throaty chuckle. Then that, too, fades.
[You have just become a little bit less frosty.]
> You descend
The only exit is the spiral stair, by which you can emerge from the cistern.
> You go to the north
This is a hallway that runs north and south. A door is to the east
and a set of double doors lead west.
The automaton is here, moving with purpose.
The automaton heads off to the north.
> You eat the taffy
You chomp down about half of the taffy.
> Suede
Threediopolis, Sector 425
Threediopolis, Sector 525
Threediopolis, Sector 526
Threediopolis, Sector 426
Threediopolis, Sector 427
> You examine the water
(the small quantity of sewer water)
It's just an ordinary-looking small quantity of sewer water.
> You plug the cable into the robot
The single-length network cable is already here.
> Go north
The foyer widens out to the East and South.
An old vending machine stands against the wall
The guy is standing by your side
> You look at northwest tower
cordials to the all various inhabitants of the Fortress.
> You shoot gorilla
You used up your only bullet when you shot that iron strongbox.
You wince as the waters climb up around your hips.
The goblet is lost in the swirling waters.
> You say yes
He bows in place, both palms open. "I am delighted."
And then he reaches again for his controls. "But we are nearly done. You have only a few more seconds; and you have yet to show me what becomes of your mysterious cloth-wrapped package."
...glaring light --
[Hit any key.]
Diagonal Branch
This bare stretch of hallway angles from the northwest to the east; another short hall leads south.
You throw yourself to a halt, nearly stumbling, as you hear footsteps approaching from the northwest... and then the guards behind you become audible as well. You duck around the southern corner and glance about desperately.
> About you
Your hand isn't quite as firmly attached to your arm as it ought to be, and you are missing a foot. You have eaten a last piece of your friend Jim's brains. A sledgehammer-like rhythm pounds its way from the back of your skull towards your eyeballs, but it only hurts about five times as much as the worst headache you ever experienced while alive.
> You look at the mirror
A flawless mirror in a beautifully scrolled walnut frame. It's about as tall as you are.
> Hangout
Artist hangout (NE corner)
The people who are performing in the club usually hang around here by the stage.
A thick lens lies under the loudspeaker, just out of reach.
Gus stands here chatting with his posse.
A massive loudspeaker is booming tunes next to the stage.
The loud bass tones make the lens under the speaker bounce up and down. At the same time it moves gradually more and more away from the wall until it's to your reach.
> You take the blade
You begin to climb the beast beginning at a nearby talon sunk into the moonscape. It is rather a large talon, perhaps one thousand meters (give or take), but luckily the talon is sloped, and soon enough you are standing atop a knuckle from which you can survey a considerable metacarpus extending toward an even more considerable radius and ulna.
metacarpus extending toward an even more considerable radius and ulna.How awkward, mountaineering on a giant skeleton! Any footholds you find are porous holes in the bone. You have no gear to help. It is all desperate scrambling and split-second decisions. At one point you come across a crack in the humerus large enough to swallow a house. Thankfully you can flutter over it.
At last you arrive at a wide scapula. Many hours have elapsed, and your own bones ache from the ascent. You determine to rest for the night.
Well, it is not really a night. There aren't normal nights when you are on the moon, and besides, space/time is still bent into a pretzel. But the constellations turn and fireflies twinkle in the gloom.
But the constellations turn and fireflies twinkle in the gloom.It is at this juncture that you notice a strange lowing. You peer over the scapula toward a crater in the mountainside below. Inside this crater are numerous creatures like cows, but they are larvae. They are embedded in the lunar cheese, which is dripping from some petrified organ still attached to the giant skeleton's pelvis.
In the morning you begin to descend again along the cervical vertebrae attached to the skull. It is a descent, because the skeleton is slouched over the mountain with its head downward. That is how it must have fallen when it was slain.
It was indeed slain. You can make no mistake about that.
It was indeed slain. You can make no mistake about that.Finally you are scrambling over its cranium, and there in the bone is stuck the vorpal blade. Everything is eerie and quiet, and somehow it seems as though you have come to this spot by appointment. That you are not alone. That the vorpal blade is studying you as you are studying it.
It occurs to you that the blade might be some keystone holding the situation together, and that by drawing it out you might reawaken the monster or trigger another unforeseen calamity. But you have determined to take it, and therefore you are going to take
it.
You grip the handle and you pull. The vorpal blade slides free as easily as a knife from butter -- or in this case, a sword from camembert.
camembert.Nothing terrible happens. You have drawn the blade and it is yours, and without delay you return to the moon's surface.
A cratered wasteland. Soft cheese squishes underneath your weight and smoke rises from foreboding chasms cleft into the glowing camembert.
Before you a great beast is sprawled, slaughtered. It has been dead for eons and its form has decomposed to the bare bone. It is larger than any other animal, some colossus from legend, its death-grip encapsulating a lunar mountain over which it has collapsed.
> You examine daiquiri
A single banana bobs fruitlessly in the non-alcoholic Misery Sauce. You can't bear to see this! You reach in and pluck it from its watery grave, then put the rest of the drink out of its misery by tossing it over your shoulder.
> You look at the railing
The railing looks pretty flimsy.
> Go outside
Scattered around you are the remains of what would have been home to the first wave of colonists. Most of the housing units have been reduced to unidentifiable splintered heaps, but there's one that seems to be intact. The entrance is partially obstructed by debris, but that doesn't pose a problem: you're small enough to squeeze through.
> You put the bag in Agotron
You put the plastic bag into the Agotron.
> Aveh tia fireno ani toto
You say "Aveh tia fireno ani toto", and you feel the tingling sensation again.
There is a faint twittering sound from the cage.
> You look at the door
The open door leads north. A plastic plaque mounted on it reads "G7."
> You show the passkey to the statue
You can only do that to something animate.
> You examine the hole
There seems to be a small hole at the base of the statue - about the size of your arm, it extends deep into the mesmerizing blue stone - you can't see the bottom of it, but there appears to be something stuck in it. Perhaps you should reach in and get it out. Nothing bad will happen. The more you look at the stone, the deeper you peer into the hole, the more you just want to put your arm into it. Perhaps now. Certainly now. "Let's PUT MY ARM INTO THE HOLE!" cries a voice in your head.
> You examine the vents
A cheap solution to both lighting and ventilation. That's saurians for you.
> You put all on the table
stack of important papers: Done.
glass pot: Done.
lockpick: Done.
gun: Done.
radio module: Done.
pen: Done.
toolcase: Done.
toggle switch: Done.
scan scrambler: Done.
minilamp: Done.
key transmitter: Done.
voice transmitter: Done.
"Right, bring that over here."
The stack of important papers has set one of the other papers on the table alight.
> You ask the parrots about Emily
There is no reply.
You hear a crashing, thumping sound from above, and jump out of the way. No one falls, though, and in a moment it becomes clear that one of the parrots was imitating the sound of your galumphing descent through the rainforest vegetation.
> Hit mechanism
Unlikely that would achieve anything.
> Go north
Back here is the back of the loveseat casting a shadow over you, it is kind of cold. You can go south and east. You could go west but there is totally a door in your way. You could go north in the hall but there is a baby gate in the way there.
> 3
"Do you want to hear what's in my essay?"
Ferdia just ignores this.
"Anyway, I've put all that in my English essay. I can't wait to see what Mrs. Pearse thinks."
The school bell rings, calling us to assembly. If it had not rung at that precise moment, I would probably have jumped across the table and strangled Ferdia. But instead, I get up and throw my toast in the food bin. Ferdia waits patiently for me, and we walk to assembly in silence.
. . .
> You drop all
toggle switch: Dropped.
toolcase: Dropped.
wrapped package: Dropped.
> You open carboys
You lever the carboys out of the hold, crack the seals, and expose the liquid light to space.
A thin streamer of light spreads from Horizon's hold. It does little to shift the darkness... but another streamer rolls outward, and then more. Soon you can make out dust particles and shreds of debris -- a star's remains, now aggregated by chance or Horizon's own gravity into a swirling mass. Some aeon this might become a planet.
The light diffuses quickly, but your surroundings are illuminated now. You have a chance of getting clear of this space.
> You put the newspaper under the door
You slide the newspaper under the door, leaving only an inch or two sticking out on your side.
> You check your inventory
I am carrying:
a "Ask Me" button (being worn)
a red uniform (being worn)
a lighter
a pack of cigarettes
a time clock card
"Lean boiled ham, 99 cents a pound."
> You go northeast
Since your house is situated on the corner of the block, you have a fairly decent-sized backyard that wraps southwest around the side of the house, also. The entire yard is closed in with a high, wooden privacy fence, but it isn't quite enough to keep the tabloidists from climbing into your yard and getting into the trash.
"Poodle-attacking fiend!" *Whap* *Whap* *Whap*
> You pour water
What do you want to pour the quantity of water on?
> You wait till the rain ends
A bizarre number floats through your mind, and then is gone.
> You enter the chest
You lie down inside the chest, and notice that there's plenty of space inside. It's not a bad spot.
inside. It's not a bad spot.But there's no time for napping now.
You pull yourself out of the box.
> You look at the thorn
An inch-long thorn cut from a nameless vine or flower, now extinct. A dark, unidentifiable residue coats the tip.
> You look around
You find yourself standing outside the Atlantean Base. The silvery walls of the base rise tall into the starry sky, and seem to stretch on endlessly in either direction. Behind you, to the south, lies a vast, unwelcoming expanse of moonscape.
> You look up rotunda in Guide
You flip open the guidebook and read. After browsing for a few moments, you determine there isn't an entry for that topic.
There's only one customer in front of you.
> You go northeast
(first opening Chinese door)
There is a thick, plasteel bulkhead door in the east wall here, complete with  a viewing window. The corridor continues to the north, but the pulsing red light and the annoying WOOP-WOOP make it pretty clear that the emergency is here.
THE EMERGENCY SIREN BLARES!
The emergency door release button is glowing blue.
> You search the purse
In your purse are a tube of lipstick and billfold.
> You talk komininsky
"There's a piece by Komininsky in the next room," you volunteer. "Mingling with the guests. He, ah, brought her as his date, actually." You and Mike go way back: you've always been fascinated by his genius for subversion.
"And so...?" Her eyes meet yours briefly.
"It means that he can mediate between her and anyone who tries to talk to her. Being able to control the input gives him an unfair advantage. Most of the fun is watching them interact with each other, in fact."
"Bizarre. And he doesn't find it uncomfortable to be romantically involved with a--"
"He isn't actually involved with her, naturally. It's a joke. And anyone can see she's not real because she has his signature tattooed across her right shoulderblade."
> You reach the sword
There seems to be nothing beyond what the eye can see.
The beetle stands still, seemingly watching the deformed bushes.
> Wait
Time passes.
Some of the yellow mist seeps out of the cargo bay and into the corridor beyond.
The spiky silicate life form gets tired and curls up for a nap. At least, you're pretty sure that's what it's doing.
A subroutine advises you that the external atmospheric pressure is significantly above your official rating.
A subroutine linked to the cryosystems notifies you that you have 464 frozen colonists in cryosleep at this time.
> Yes
That was a rhetorical question.
A patrol of maurauding ultravixens has entered the area. Your big gun is no match for their power. Swiftly they crush you to death between their thighs.
> You get brick
Taken.
The Valley Patrol appears to be engaged in a belching contest. Ooh, that last one was a real prize-winner!