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vakЭто текстовая игра, созданная в 1980 году Робертом Лафором. Именно он изобрёл термин "интерактивная литература". Это действительно больше похоже на чтение книжки, чем на компьютерную игру. Позже такой жанр критиковали за недостаточную "играбельность": слишком мало зависит от действий игрока.
Изначально игра была написана на Бейсике, но в начале 2000-х народ переписал её для веба. Поиграть можно здесь: filfre.net/misc/impetuous/mygame/index.html
На первой странице вводите ваше имя (здесь Vakula). На второй странице выбираете пол: мужчина/женщина. Дальше жмёте "Next Chapter" и вперёд, попутного ветра!
Изначально игра была написана на Бейсике, но в начале 2000-х народ переписал её для веба. Поиграть можно здесь: filfre.net/misc/impetuous/mygame/index.html
На первой странице вводите ваше имя (здесь Vakula). На второй странице выбираете пол: мужчина/женщина. Дальше жмёте "Next Chapter" и вперёд, попутного ветра!
His Majesty's Ship Impetuous slipped soundlessly into the bay on the last of the dying westerly. In the twilight Captain Vakula could just make out the spire of rock marked on the chart as a landmark. Slowly the rock came inline with the distant peak of Mount Champignon.
"Let's go!" he called forward, and a seaman with a mallet drove out the wedge holding the hawser. The massive anchor dropped with a splash and the smooth purple surface of the bay was broken by expanding circles of darkness. Impetuous drifted back on her anchor and was at rest.
"Mr. Dasher!" Captain Vakula's voice sounded unnaturally loud in the stillness of the bay. "I'll have the sailed clewed up -- then give the men their supper. And tell the master-at-arms to post double sentries." It was always possible that some seaman, disaffected with the harsh life about a King's ship, might try to swim ashore -- to take his chances as a prisoner of war with the French; and Impetuous needed every man she had.
"Aye, aye, sir." Dasher was the first lieutenant, a skilled seaman whose only failing was a complete lack of caution when action loomed.
"Shall I rig the boarding nets, sir?" This was the sailing master, Mr. Stayson, a man as cautious as Mr. Dasher was daring. Although the little bay was on the French mainland it was centered in a deserted stretch of coast and the likelihood of a boarding party being sent against them was remote. Vakula turned to Mr. Stayson.
(Choice)
- "No, that won't be necessary tonight."
- "Yes, make it so."
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