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Storage East Score: 6 Turns: 6478 Storage East A small room for storage. The exit is to the west. One dusty shelf, otherwise bare, holds a small oil can. On the floor beneath the shelves sits a small cardboard box. The cardboard box contains: A cracked seventeen-centimeter fromitz board A good ninety-ohm bedistor A K-series megafuse A B-series megafuse >
Elevator Lobby Score: 6 Turns: 6394 Elevator Lobby This is a wide, brightly lit lobby. A blue metal door to the north is closed and a larger red metal door to the south is also closed. Beside the blue door is a blue button, and beside the red door is a red button. A corridor leads west. To the east is a small room about the size of a telephone booth. >
Elevator Lobby Score: 6 Turns: 6338 Elevator Lobby This is a wide, brightly lit lobby. A blue metal door to the north is closed and a larger red metal door to the south is also closed. Beside the blue door is a blue button, and beside the red door is a red button. A corridor leads west. To the east is a small room about the size of a telephone booth. >
Tool Room Score: 6 Turns: 6141 Tool Room This is apparently a storage room for tools. Exits lead northeast and east. Sitting on the floor below the lowest shelf is a large glass flask. A small device, labelled "Akmee Portabul Laazur", is resting on one of the lower shelves. The laser contains: An old battery On an upper shelf is a metal bar, curved into a U-shape. There is a pair of wide-nosed pliers here. >
Machine Shop Score: 6 Turns: 6121 Machine Shop This room is probably some sort of machine shop filled with a variety of unusual machines. Doorways lead north, east, and west. Standing against the rear wall is a large dispensing machine with a spout. The dispenser is lined with brightly-colored buttons. The first four buttons, labelled "KUULINTS 1 - 4", are colored red, blue, green, and yellow. The next three buttons, labelled "KATALISTS 1 - 3", are colored gray, brown, and black. The last two buttons are both white. One of these is square and says "BAAS." The other white button is round and says "ASID." >
Corridor Junction Score: 6 Turns: 6041 You walk down the long, featureless hallway for a long time. Finally, you see an intersection ahead... Corridor Junction A north-south corridor intersects the main corridor here. To the west, the main corridor extends as far as you can see; a non-working walkway from that direction ends here. To the east, the corridor widens into a well-lit area. >
Dorm Corridor Score: 6 Turns: 5881 Dorm Corridor This is a wide, east-west hallway with openings to the north and south. To the east, the corridor stretches off into the distance. That section of the hallway is lined with a motorized walkway (no longer running) that was probably intended to transport people or cargo down that tremendously long hall. >
Courtyard Score: 6 Turns: 5746 Courtyard You are in the courtyard of an ancient stone edifice, vaguely reminiscent of the castles you saw during your leave on Ramos Two. It has decayed to the point where it can probably be termed a ruin. Openings lead north and west, and a stairway downward is visible to the south. >
Balcony Score: 6 Turns: 5686 Balcony This is an octagonal room, half carved into and half built out from the cliff wall. Through the shattered windows which ring the outer wall you can see ocean to the horizon. A weathered metal plaque with barely readable lettering rests below the windows. The language seems to be a corrupt form of Galalingua. A steep stairway, roughly cut into the face of the cliff, leads upward. A rocky crag can be seen about eight meters below. >
Crag Score: 6 Turns: 5646 Crag You have reached a cleft in the cliff wall where the island rises from the water. The edge of the cleft displays recently exposed rock where it collapsed under the weight of the escape pod. About two meters below, turbulent waters swirl against sharp rocks. A small structure clings to the face of the cliff about eight meters above you. Even an out-of-shape Ensign Seventh Class could probably climb up to it. >
Escape Pod Score: 3 Turns: 5553 Time passes... The pod lands with a thud. Through the viewport you can see a rocky cleft and some water below. The pod rocks gently back and forth as if it was precariously balanced. A previously unseen panel slides open, revealing some emergency provisions, including a survival kit and a towel. >
Escape Pod Score: 3 Turns: 5445 Time passes... The viewport suddenly becomes transparent again, giving you a view of endless ocean below. The lights on the control panel flash madly as the pod's computer searches for a suitable landing site. The thrusters fire long and hard, slowing the pod's descent. >
Escape Pod Score: 3 Turns: 5013 Time passes... Through the viewport of the pod you see the Feinstein dwindle as you head away. Bursts of light dot its hull. Suddenly, a huge explosion blows the Feinstein into tiny pieces, sending the escape pod tumbling away! As the escape pod tumbles away from the former location of the Feinstein, its gyroscopes whine. The pod slowly stops tumbling. Lights on the control panel blink furiously as the autopilot searches for a reasonable destination. >
ELIZA -- an interactive parroting From Creative Computing magazine; adapted for the IBM PC by Patricia Danielson and Paul Hashfield; readapted for Inform by Ricardo Dague. [type "shut up" to end] Hi! I'm Eliza. What's your problem? >
West of House Score: 0 Turns: 0 ZORK I: The Great Underground Empire Infocom interactive fiction - a fantasy story Copyright (c) 1981, 1982, 1983, 1984, 1985, 1986 Infocom, Inc. All rights reserved. ZORK is a registered trademark of Infocom, Inc. Release 119 / Serial number 880429 West of House You are standing in an open field west of a white house, with a boarded front door. There is a small mailbox here. >
Up a Tree Score: 0 Turns: 13 Up a Tree You are about 10 feet above the ground nestled among some large branches. The nearest branch above you is above your reach. Beside you on the branch is a small bird's nest. In the bird's nest is a large egg encrusted with precious jewels, apparently scavenged by a childless songbird. The egg is covered with fine gold inlay, and ornamented in lapis lazuli and mother-of-pearl. Unlike most eggs, this one is hinged and closed with a delicate looking clasp. The egg appears extremely fragile. >
Escape Pod Score: 3 Turns: 4926 Escape Pod This is one of the Feinstein's primary escape pods, for use in extreme emergencies. A mass of safety webbing, large enough to hold several dozen people, fills half the pod. The controls are entirely automated. The bulkhead leading out is open. The ship shakes again. You hear, from close by, the sounds of emergency bulkheads closing. >
Bedroom Score: 0 Turns: 2 Good start to the day. Pity it's going to be the worst one of your life. The light is now on. Bedroom, in the bed The bedroom is a mess. It is a small bedroom with a faded carpet and old wallpaper. There is a washbasin, a chair with a tatty dressing gown slung over it, and a window with the curtains drawn. Near the exit leading south is a phone. There is a flathead screwdriver here. (outside the bed) There is a toothbrush here. (outside the bed) >
West of House Score: 0 Turns: 0 ZORK I: The Great Underground Empire Infocom interactive fiction - a fantasy story Copyright (c) 1981, 1982, 1983, 1984, 1985, 1986 Infocom, Inc. All rights reserved. ZORK is a registered trademark of Infocom, Inc. Release 119 / Serial number 880429 West of House You are standing in an open field west of a white house, with a boarded front door. There is a small mailbox here. >
West of House Score: 0 Turns: 0 ZORK I: The Great Underground Empire Infocom interactive fiction - a fantasy story Copyright (c) 1981, 1982, 1983, 1984, 1985, 1986 Infocom, Inc. All rights reserved. ZORK is a registered trademark of Infocom, Inc. Release 119 / Serial number 880429 West of House You are standing in an open field west of a white house, with a boarded front door. There is a small mailbox here. >
Bedroom Score: 0 Turns: 0 THE HITCHHIKER'S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY Infocom interactive fiction - a science fiction story Copyright (c) 1984 by Infocom, Inc. All rights reserved. Release 59 / Serial number 851108 You wake up. The room is spinning very gently round your head. Or at least it would be if you could see it which you can't. It is pitch black. >
West of House Score: 0 Turns: 0 ZORK I: The Great Underground Empire Infocom interactive fiction - a fantasy story Copyright (c) 1981, 1982, 1983, 1984, 1985, 1986 Infocom, Inc. All rights reserved. ZORK is a registered trademark of Infocom, Inc. Release 119 / Serial number 880429 West of House You are standing in an open field west of a white house, with a boarded front door. There is a small mailbox here. >
Deck Nine Score: 0 Turns: 4589 The floor is a bit shinier now. The alien ambassador from the planet Blow'k-bibben-Gordo ambles toward you from down the corridor. He is munching on something resembling an enormous stalk of celery, and he leaves a trail of green slime on the deck. He stops nearby, and you wince as a pool of slime begins forming beneath him on your newly-polished deck. The ambassador wheezes loudly and hands you a brochure outlining his planet's major exports. >
Deck Nine Score: 0 Turns: 4582 PLANETFALL Infocom interactive fiction - a science fiction story Copyright (c) 1983 by Infocom, Inc. All rights reserved. PLANETFALL is a trademark of Infocom, Inc. Release 37 / Serial number 851003 Another routine day of drudgery aboard the Stellar Patrol Ship Feinstein. This morning's assignment for a certain lowly Ensign Seventh Class: scrubbing the filthy metal deck at the port end of Level Nine. With your Patrol-issue self-contained multi-purpose all-weather scrub brush you shine the floor with a diligence born of the knowledge that at any moment dreaded Ensign First Class Blather, the bane of your shipboard existence, could appear. Deck Nine This is a featureless corridor similar to every other corridor on the ship. It curves away to starboard, and a gangway leads up. To port is the entrance to one of the ship's primary escape pods. The pod bulkhead is closed. >
Escape Pod Score: 3 Turns: 6680 Opening the survival kit reveals a blob of red goo, a blob of green goo, and a blob of brown goo. The pod is now completely submerged, and you feel it smash against underwater rocks. Bubbles streaming upward past the window indicate that the pod is continuing to sink. >
Escape Pod Score: 3 Turns: 5443 I see nothing special about the window. The pod is now approaching the closer of a pair of islands. It appears to be surrounded by sheer cliffs rising from the water, and is topped by a wide plateau. The plateau seems to be covered by a sprawling complex of buildings. >
Escape Pod Score: 3 Turns: 5065 Escape Pod, in the safety web This is one of the Feinstein's primary escape pods, for use in extreme emergencies. A mass of safety webbing, large enough to hold several dozen people, fills half the pod. The controls are entirely automated. The bulkhead leading out is closed. The main thrusters fire a long, gentle burst. A monotonic voice issues from the control panel. "Approaching planet...human-habitable." >
Escape Pod Score: 3 Turns: 4957 Time passes... Through the viewport of the pod you see the Feinstein dwindle as you head away. Bursts of light dot its hull. Suddenly, a huge explosion blows the Feinstein into tiny pieces, sending the escape pod tumbling away! As the escape pod tumbles away from the former location of the Feinstein, its gyroscopes whine. The pod slowly stops tumbling. Lights on the control panel blink furiously as the autopilot searches for a reasonable destination. >
Escape Pod Score: 3 Turns: 4903 Escape Pod This is one of the Feinstein's primary escape pods, for use in extreme emergencies. A mass of safety webbing, large enough to hold several dozen people, fills half the pod. The controls are entirely automated. The bulkhead leading out is open. The ship shakes again. You hear, from close by, the sounds of emergency bulkheads closing. >
Deck Nine Score: 0 Turns: 4888 Whew. You've cleaned up maybe one ten-thousandth of the slime. If you hurry, it might be all cleaned up before Ensign Blather gets here. A massive explosion rocks the ship. Echoes from the explosion resound deafeningly down the halls. The door to port slides open. >
Deck Nine Score: 0 Turns: 4828 The floor is a bit shinier now. The alien ambassador from the planet Blow'k-bibben-Gordo ambles toward you from down the corridor. He is munching on something resembling an enormous stalk of celery, and he leaves a trail of green slime on the deck. He stops nearby, and you wince as a pool of slime begins forming beneath him on your newly-polished deck. The ambassador wheezes loudly and hands you a brochure outlining his planet's major exports. >
Deck Nine Score: 0 Turns: 4745 It is a standard-issue one-pocket Stellar Patrol uniform, a miracle of modern technology. It will keep its owner warm in cold climates and cool in warm locales. It provides protection against mild radiation, repels all insects, absorbs sweat, promotes healthy skin tone, and on top of everything else, it is super-comfy. >
Deck Nine Score: 0 Turns: 4620 PLANETFALL Infocom interactive fiction - a science fiction story Copyright (c) 1983 by Infocom, Inc. All rights reserved. PLANETFALL is a trademark of Infocom, Inc. Release 37 / Serial number 851003 Another routine day of drudgery aboard the Stellar Patrol Ship Feinstein. This morning's assignment for a certain lowly Ensign Seventh Class: scrubbing the filthy metal deck at the port end of Level Nine. With your Patrol-issue self-contained multi-purpose all-weather scrub brush you shine the floor with a diligence born of the knowledge that at any moment dreaded Ensign First Class Blather, the bane of your shipboard existence, could appear. Deck Nine This is a featureless corridor similar to every other corridor on the ship. It curves away to starboard, and a gangway leads up. To port is the entrance to one of the ship's primary escape pods. The pod bulkhead is closed. >
Dark Score: 60 Turns: 92 Time passes... Ford's eyes light up. "Do you still have the Electronic Sub-Etha Auto Hitching Thu..." At that moment, the airlock door opens, and you and Ford are blown out into space. Your elbow must have struck some key on The Hitchhiker's Guide because it begins droning out an entry, coincidentally enough the entry on SPACE. "If you hyperventilate and then empty your lungs, you will last about thirty seconds in the vacuum of space. However, because space is so vastly hugely mind-bogglingly big, getting picked up by another ship within those thirty seconds is almost infinitely improbable." (Footnote 9) Precisely twenty-nine seconds later, you and Ford are scooped up by a passing ship. Gasping for air, you pass out... Dark >
Airlock Score: 60 Turns: 82 towel: Taken. your gown: Taken. The guard says, "Well, all things considered, I guess I like being a guard. Especially the shouting. Resistance is useless!" He throws you and Ford into the airlock and closes the door. Airlock This airlock has massive doors to port and starboard. >
Vogon Hold Score: 60 Turns: 80 A recording plays: "To open the case, type in the first word from the second verse of the Captain's current favourite poem. WARNING: An incorrect input will cause the case to explode." It is of course well known that careless talk costs lives, but the full scale of the problem is not always appreciated. For instance, at the exact moment you said "type bleem on keyboard" a freak wormhole opened in the fabric of the space-time continuum and carried your words far far back in time across almost infinite reaches of space to a distant galaxy where strange and warlike beings were poised on the brink of frightful interstellar battle. The two opposing leaders were meeting for the last time. A dreadful silence fell across the conference table as the commander of the Vl'Hurgs, resplendent in his black jewelled battle shorts, gazed levelly at the G'Gugvunt leader squatting opposite him in a cloud of green, sweet-smelling steam. As a million sleek and horribly beweaponed star cruisers poised to unleash electric death at his single word of command, the Vl'Hurg challenged his vile enemy to take back what it had said about his mother. The creature stirred in its sickly broiling vapour, and at that very moment the words "type bleem on keyboard" drifted across the conference table. Unfortunately, in the Vl'hurg tongue this was the most dreadful insult imaginable, and there was nothing for it but to wage terrible war for centuries. Eventually the error was detected, but over two hundred and fifty thousand worlds, their peoples and cultures perished in the holocaust. You have destroyed most of a small galaxy. Please pick your words with greater care. Ford continues trying to talk the guard into a sudden career change. >
Vogon Hold Score: 60 Turns: 79 Vogon Hold This is a squalid room filled with grubby mattresses, unwashed cups, and unidentifiable bits of smelly alien underwear. A door lies to port, and an airlock lies to starboard. Your gown is hanging from a hook and a towel is draped over a drain on the floor. Ford Prefect is here. There is a satchel here, resting in front of the tiny robot panel. Along one wall is a tall dispensing machine. In the corner is a glass case with a switch and a keyboard. It looks like the glass case contains: an atomic vector plotter Ford continues trying to talk the guard into a sudden career change. >
Vogon Hold Score: 60 Turns: 77 Time passes... "Since you have somehow managed to survive two verses of my poetry, I have no choice but to space you. Guards!" A guard grabs you and Ford, and drags you toward the hold. Ford whispers, "Don't worry, I'll think of something!" Vogon Hold This is a squalid room filled with grubby mattresses, unwashed cups, and unidentifiable bits of smelly alien underwear. A door lies to port, and an airlock lies to starboard. Your gown is hanging from a hook and a towel is draped over a drain on the floor. There is a satchel here, resting in front of the tiny robot panel. Along one wall is a tall dispensing machine. In the corner is a glass case with a switch and a keyboard. It looks like the glass case contains: an atomic vector plotter The guard releases you and Ford and begins cycling the air in the airlock. "Hey, guard!" shouts Ford, "do you really enjoy this sort of thing? Shouting, stomping around, shooting people, is it really a fulfilling career?" >
Captain's Quarters Score: 60 Turns: 72 You realise that, although the Vogon poetry is indeed astoundingly bad, worse things happen at sea, and in fact, at school. With an effort for which Hercules himself would have patted you on the back, you grit your teeth and enjoy the stuff. "You looked like you enjoyed my poem. I think...yes, I think I'll read the NEXT verse, also!" >
Captain's Quarters Score: 45 Turns: 65 Time passes... Guards burst in and grab you and Ford, who comes slowly awake. They drag you down the corridor to a large cabin, where they strap you into large, menacing chairs... Captain's Quarters, in the poetry appreciation chair This is the cabin of the Vogon Captain. You and Ford are strapped into poetry appreciation chairs. The Captain is indescribably hideous, indescribably blubbery, and indescribably mid-to-dark green. He is holding samples of his favourite poetry. >
Vogon Hold Score: 45 Turns: 64 A recording plays: "To open the case, type in the first word from the second verse of the Captain's current favourite poem. WARNING: An incorrect input will cause the case to explode." An announcement is coming over the ship's intercom. "This is the Captain. My instruments show that we've picked up a couple of hitchhikers. I hate freeloaders, and when my guards find you I'll have you thrown into space. On second thought, maybe I'll read you some of my poetry first. Repeating..." >
Vogon Hold Score: 45 Turns: 63 The glass case is closed. Attached to it are a keyboard and a switch. An announcement is coming over the ship's intercom. "This is the Captain. My instruments show that we've picked up a couple of hitchhikers. I hate freeloaders, and when my guards find you I'll have you thrown into space. On second thought, maybe I'll read you some of my poetry first. Repeating..." >
Vogon Hold Score: 45 Turns: 62 A single babel fish shoots out of the slot. It sails across the room and hits the dressing gown. The fish slides down the sleeve of the gown and falls to the floor, landing on the towel. A split-second later, a tiny cleaning robot whizzes across the floor, grabs the fish, and continues its breakneck pace toward a tiny robot panel at the base of the wall. The robot plows into the satchel, sending the babel fish flying through the air in a graceful arc surrounded by a cloud of junk mail. Another robot flies in and begins madly collecting the cluttered plume of mail. The babel fish continues its flight, landing with a loud "squish" in your ear. An announcement is coming over the ship's intercom. "This is the Captain. My instruments show that we've picked up a couple of hitchhikers. I hate freeloaders, and when my guards find you I'll have you thrown into space. On second thought, maybe I'll read you some of my poetry first. Repeating..." >
Vogon Hold Score: 33 Turns: 61 Okay, the loose pile of junk mail is now sitting on the satchel. An announcement is coming over the ship's intercom. "Ea bl mp wtoyfudulpl ma bo tcho oquia bs gimbo tx jefto stoyd t okonimbthad toshs gw cp wd thuv or goshfimorks gquithai lzitimb oimbcava bs gerlquifudollulpe h oerlollflugryziterlquikwachotoy oi skono tr gd tolli struvuperl oa bhuve ho tr gzitd te hi si l owrotoycavtruirbquii sx jquitru ofimkonkwaoshtruorkthaoshfima b." >
Vogon Hold Score: 33 Turns: 60 A single babel fish shoots out of the slot. It sails across the room and hits the dressing gown. The fish slides down the sleeve of the gown and falls to the floor, landing on the towel. A split-second later, a tiny cleaning robot whizzes across the floor, grabs the fish, and continues its breakneck pace toward a tiny robot panel at the base of the wall. The robot plows into the satchel, sending the babel fish flying through the air in a graceful arc. A small upper-half-of-the-room cleaning robot flies into the room, catches the babel fish (which is all the flying junk it can find), and exits. An announcement is coming over the ship's intercom. "El ma rchoirbfudimba rhuvkwacav ofudi shuvhuvo sollulpa rp wvup oorkr gquiquis gquie hw cx ja b oi lerld tfudu ni lulpirbtoyx j ox jd tirberlo tthar gkwacavl m ow ckwad tr goshulpimbo so so t ow cquifudkwachogrychoa birbtoy okwagryr go tcavw cw cw cthas g op wa rerlcavzitzitd tkone hosh ofimtoyfluvuptoyr gerli scaverl." >
Vogon Hold Score: 33 Turns: 58 A single babel fish shoots out of the slot. It sails across the room and hits the dressing gown. The fish slides down the sleeve of the gown and falls to the floor, landing on the towel. A split-second later, a tiny cleaning robot whizzes across the floor, grabs the fish, and continues its breakneck pace toward a tiny robot panel at the base of the wall. The robot zips through the panel, and is gone. >
Vogon Hold Score: 33 Turns: 48 The gown is now hanging from the hook, covering a tiny hole. Ford yawns. "Matter transference always tires me out. I'm going to take a nap." He places something on top of his satchel. "If you have any questions, here's The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" (Footnote 14). Ford lowers his voice to a whisper. "I'm not supposed to tell you this, but you'll never be able to finish the game without consulting the Guide about lots of stuff." As he curls up in a corner and begins snoring, you pick up The Hitchhiker's Guide. >
Vogon Hold Score: 33 Turns: 45 The dispenser is tall, has a button at around eye-level, and says "Babel Fish" in large letters. Anything dispensed would probably come out the slot at around knee-level. It bears a small label which reads "Another fine product of the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation." >
Vogon Hold Score: 33 Turns: 43 The shadow is vaguely Ford Prefect-shaped. Vogon Hold This is a squalid room filled with grubby mattresses, unwashed cups, and unidentifiable bits of smelly alien underwear. A door lies to port, and an airlock lies to starboard. Along one wall is a tall dispensing machine. In the corner is a glass case with a switch and a keyboard. It looks like the glass case contains: an atomic vector plotter Ford removes the bottle of Santraginean Mineral Water which he's been waving under your nose. He tells you that you are aboard a Vogon spaceship, and gives you some peanuts. >
Front of House Score: 25 Turns: 34 The electronic Sub-Etha signaling device is shaped like a small fist with an extended thumb. Various lights along its "knuckles" are currently blinking wildly, indicating a spaceship in the vicinity. It has two small buttons, a red one labelled "Call Engineer" and a green one labelled "Hitchhike." It bears a small label which reads "Another fine product of the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation." Affixed to the Thumb is a lifetime guarantee. >
Front of House Score: 25 Turns: 33 Taken. Fierce gales whip across the land, and thunder bangs continuously through the air in the wake of the giant ships. Ford fights to reach you, but the wind is too fierce. Further announcements from the Vogon Captain make it clear that demolition will begin in just a few seconds. Through the blinding rain, you see lights flickering on the small device. >
Front of House Score: 25 Turns: 32 Time passes... The vast yellow ships thunder across the sky, spreading waves of terror and panic in their wake. The voice of the Vogon Captain slams across the country, insisting that the planning charts and demolition orders have been available at the local planning office in Alpha Centauri for fifty years and it's too late to start making a fuss about it now. Throughout the noise, Ford is shouting at you. He removes a small black device from his satchel, but accidentally drops it at your feet. >
Front of House Score: 25 Turns: 31 You begin to get a sore throat. With a noise like a cross between Led Zeppelin's farewell concert and the eruption of Krakatoa, a huge fleet of Vogon Constructor ships flies overhead and announces that the Earth will be demolished to make way for a new hyperspace bypass in "two of your Earth minutes." In all the turmoil, you drop the thing your aunt gave you which you don't know what it is and it rolls away. It is the least of your worries. Anyway, you've been trying to get rid of it for years. >
Front of House Score: 25 Turns: 29 You reach the site of what was your home. It is now a pile of rubble. Mr. Prosser looks sheepishly triumphant, a trick few people can do, as it requires a lot of technically complex deltoid muscle work. Front of House Mr. Prosser, from the local council, is standing on the other side of the bulldozer. He seems to be wearing a digital watch. Ford hurries after you. >
Country Lane Score: 25 Turns: 28 The dog is deeply moved. With powerful sweeps of its tail it indicates that it regards this cheese sandwich as one of the great cheese sandwiches. Nine out of ten pet owners could happen by at this point expressing any preference they pleased, but this dog would spurn both them and all their tins. This is a dog which has met its main sandwich. It eats with passion, and ignores a passing microscopic space fleet. >
Pub Score: 25 Turns: 26 The barman gives you a cheese sandwich. The bread is like the stuff that stereos come packed in, the cheese would be great for rubbing out spelling mistakes, and margarine and pickle have performed an unedifying chemical reaction to produce something that shouldn't be, but is, turquoise. Since it is clearly unfit for human consumption you are grateful to be charged only a pound for it. >
Pub Score: 20 Turns: 24 It is really very pleasant stuff, with a very good dry, nutty flavour, some light froth on top, and a deep colour. It is at exactly room temperature. You reflect that the world cannot be all bad when there are such pleasures in it. Ford mentions that the world is going to end in about twelve minutes. >
Pub Score: 15 Turns: 23 It's very good beer, brewed by a small local company. You particularly like its flavour, which is why you woke up feeling so wretched this morning. You were at somebody's birthday party here in the Pub last night. You begin to relax and enjoy yourself, so when Ford mentions that he's from a small planet in the vicinity of Betelgeuse, not from Guildford as he usually claims, you take it in your stride, and say "Oh yes, which part?" >
Pub Score: 10 Turns: 20 Pub The Pub is pleasant and cheerful and full of pleasant and cheerful people who don't know they've got about twelve minutes to live and are therefore having a spot of lunch. Some music is playing on an old jukebox. The exit is east. There is a barman serving at the bar. Behind the bar is a shelf. It is full of the sort of items you find on shelves behind bars in pubs. >
Front of House Score: 10 Turns: 17 Ford looks startled, then guilty. He starts to say something and stops. He starts to say something else and stops. Suddenly he seems to see the bulldozer for the first time, stops starting to say things and starts. He seems to come to a momentous decision, says he has something of Earth-shattering importance to tell you, and stresses the importance of a quick drink at the Horse 'n Groom. Pointing toward Prosser, you exclaim "But that man wants to knock my house down!" Ford goes off for a quiet word with Prosser. From where you're lying, you cannot hear what's happening, although they seem deeply engrossed in conversation. >