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vak(другие части: 1 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11)
Первую часть я уже показывал, до момента, когда Артур покидает Землю. Там есть пара интересных моментов. Во первых, тот факт, что герой отказывается от предложенного ему полотенца. Причём отказывается дважды. Хороший пример "чокнутости" игры. 😀 Где ещё вы увидите, чтобы игрок шарахался от важнейшего артефакта, который не раз потом понадобится? И это оказывается правильным действием!
Второй момент - бутерброд, предложенный собаке. Заметили упомянутый микроскопический флот? "It eats with passion, and ignores a passing microscopic space fleet". Это агрессивные Вл'Хурги и Г'Гугвунты прилетели завоёвывать планету Земля. И они бы завоевали, несмотря на разницу в размерах (пришельцы оказались на несколько порядков меньше), если бы не собака с бутербродом (подробности в десятой части). 😀 Своей щедростью вы спасли планету от жестокого порабощения. Хотя и ненадолго.
Первую часть я уже показывал, до момента, когда Артур покидает Землю. Там есть пара интересных моментов. Во первых, тот факт, что герой отказывается от предложенного ему полотенца. Причём отказывается дважды. Хороший пример "чокнутости" игры. 😀 Где ещё вы увидите, чтобы игрок шарахался от важнейшего артефакта, который не раз потом понадобится? И это оказывается правильным действием!
Второй момент - бутерброд, предложенный собаке. Заметили упомянутый микроскопический флот? "It eats with passion, and ignores a passing microscopic space fleet". Это агрессивные Вл'Хурги и Г'Гугвунты прилетели завоёвывать планету Земля. И они бы завоевали, несмотря на разницу в размерах (пришельцы оказались на несколько порядков меньше), если бы не собака с бутербродом (подробности в десятой части). 😀 Своей щедростью вы спасли планету от жестокого порабощения. Хотя и ненадолго.
Часть 2. Вогонский трюм, капитанская каюта, воздушный шлюз
Здесь вас будут пытать вогонской поэзией, а потом вышвырнут в открытый космос. Но сначала вам предстоит из торгового автомата добыть Вавилонскую рыбку. На этом месте сломалось подавляющее большинство игроков. Попробуйте получить рыбку самостоятельно, без подсказок - с ума свихнётесь. 😀...Lights whirl sickeningly around your head, the ground arches away beneath your feet, and every atom of your being is scrambled, an experience you're probably going to have to get used to. You are in...
Dark
>wait
You can hear nothing, smell nothing, taste nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, and are not even certain who you are.
>wait
You can't hear anything, see anything, smell anything, feel anything, or taste anything, and do not even know where you are or who you are or how you got there.
>wait
There's nothing you can taste, nothing you can see, nothing you can hear, nothing you can feel, nothing you can smell, you do not even know who you are.
>wait
You can see nothing, feel nothing, hear nothing, taste nothing, and are not entirely certain who you are.
>smell
(darkness)
It does smell a bit. There's something pungent being waved under your nose. Your head begins to clear. You can make out a shadow moving in the dark.
>look at shadow
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.
In the corner is a glass case with a switch and a keyboard.
It looks like the glass case contains:
an atomic vector plotter
Along one wall is a tall dispensing machine.
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.
>eat peanuts
You feel stronger as the peanuts replace some of the protein you lost in the matter transference beam.
>get towel
Taken.
>remove gown
Okay, you're no longer wearing your gown.
>put gown on hook
The gown is now hanging from the hook, covering a tiny hole.
>put towel over drain
The towel completely covers the drain.
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.
>get satchel
Taken.
>put satchel in front of panel
Okay, the satchel is lying on its side in front of the tiny robot panel.
>put junk mail on satchel
Okay, the loose pile of junk mail is now sitting on the satchel.
>press dispenser button
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.
>get all
satchel: Taken.
towel: Taken.
your gown: Taken.
thing your aunt gave you which you don't know what it is: Taken.
keyboard: Not bloody likely.
>drop satchel
Dropped.
>press switch
A recording plays: "To open the case, type in the second 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..."
>wait
Time passes...
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..."
>wait
Time passes...
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..."
>wait
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.
>wait
Time passes...
"If he's going to read us his poetry," mutters Ford, sweating profusely, "just pray he softens us up with some cudgels first..."
"Hello, hitchhikers!" begins the Vogon Captain. "I've decided to read you a verse of my poetry!"
>wait
Time passes...
"Oh freddled gruntbuggly, thy nacturations are to me!"
>enjoy poetry
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.
"As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee."
>wait
Time passes...
"Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes."
>wait
Time passes...
"And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles, or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don't!"
>wait
Time passes...
"You looked like you enjoyed my poem. I think...yes, I think I'll read the NEXT verse, also!"
>wait
Time passes...
"Gashee morphousite, thou expungiest quoopisk!"
>wait
Time passes...
"Fripping lyshus wimbgunts, awhilst moongrovenly kormzibs."
>wait
Time passes...
"Bleem miserable venchit! Bleem forever mestinglish asunder frapt."
>wait
Time passes...
"Gerond withoutitude form into formless bloit, why not then? Moose."
>wait
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.
There is a satchel here.
In the corner is a glass case with a switch and a keyboard.
It looks like the glass case contains:
an atomic vector plotter
Along one wall is a tall dispensing machine.
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?"
>type "morphousite"
The glass case opens.
Ford continues trying to talk the guard into a sudden career change.
>get plotter
Taken.
Ford continues trying to talk the guard into a sudden career change.
>wait
Time passes...
Ford continues trying to talk the guard into a sudden career change.
>wait
Time passes...
Ford continues trying to talk the guard into a sudden career change.
>wait
Time passes...
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.
Ford points at the outer door. "In about two minutes, it will open and we'll be ejected into the vacuum of space. But don't panic, I'll think of something."
>wait
Time passes...
Ford is mumbling to himself.
>wait
Time passes...
Ford produces a pencil and begins scribbling equations on the wall.
>wait
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
