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vak(другие части: 1 2 3 5 6 7 8 9 10 11)
Здесь следует пояснить, как выполняется навигация по реальностям. Когда вы выныриваете из Тьмы, первые три шага никакие ваши органы чувств не работают. На четвертом шаге включается одно из чувств. Следует ним воспользоваться: либо SEE, либо HEAR, либо SMELL, либо FEEL, либо TASTE. Если подождать, на следующем шаге это чувство может пропасть, а другое включиться. В зависимости от того, каким чувством вы воспользуетесь, будет выбрана реальность назначения. Обратно в корабль возвращаетесь снова через Тьму. Опять нажимаете кнопку Движка Невероятности, и в следующую реальность.
Всего в игре есть шесть мест, которые надо таким образом посетить:
Часть 4. Логово кровожадного звережука с Трааля
Первая реальность, куда нас выбрасывает движок невероятности - логово кровожадного звережука на планете Трааль.Здесь следует пояснить, как выполняется навигация по реальностям. Когда вы выныриваете из Тьмы, первые три шага никакие ваши органы чувств не работают. На четвертом шаге включается одно из чувств. Следует ним воспользоваться: либо SEE, либо HEAR, либо SMELL, либо FEEL, либо TASTE. Если подождать, на следующем шаге это чувство может пропасть, а другое включиться. В зависимости от того, каким чувством вы воспользуетесь, будет выбрана реальность назначения. Обратно в корабль возвращаетесь снова через Тьму. Опять нажимаете кнопку Движка Невероятности, и в следующую реальность.
Всего в игре есть шесть мест, которые надо таким образом посетить:
- Логово (smell)
- Президентский катер (see)
- Проселочная дорога (see)
- Гостиная (feel)
- Внутри кашалота (feel)
- Боевая рубка (hear)
...Like fog rolling in off the ocean, a shroud of blackness billows toward you. Unlike fog rolling in off the ocean, the blackness hits you like a sixteen-tonne truck...
Dark
>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 hear nothing, smell nothing, taste nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, and are not even certain who you are.
>wait
There's nothing you can taste, nothing you can see, nothing you can hear, nothing you can feel, you do not even know who you are.
>smell
(darkness)
It does smell a bit. There's something pungent waving 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 Bugblatter Beast-shaped.
Lair
This is the lair of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal. There are exits east and southwest.
The Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal is here, looking particularly nasty and hungry.
The Beast whips its evil-smelling tail away from your nose and bellows a brain-shattering roar. By suddenly popping out of nowhere you have disturbed its train of thought. However, since its train of thought was the usual one, and in fact the only one it knows, which goes like this "hungry ... hungry ... hungry ... hungry ... bad-tempered ... hungry ...", it soon starts to chug along again.
You notice the Beast's Lasero-Zap eyes, its Swivel Shear Teeth, and its several dozen tungsten carbide Vast-Pain claws, forged in the sun furnaces of Zangrijad. It has skin like a motorway and breath like a 747. It advances on you, and roars out a demand that you say your name.
>say Arthur
The Beast roars your name with relish, and explains that once it has eaten you, your name will be added to its list of remembrance.
>east
Beast's Outer Lair
This is a large walled courtyard. Strewn about are a profusion of gnawed bones bleaching in the sun. In case the significance of these fails to strike you, there is also a sandstone memorial in the middle of the courtyard, on which the Beast has roughly carved the names of all its victims.
Some sharp stones lie near the exit to the west.
Bellowing with rage, the Beast charges after you.
>put towel over head
The Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal is completely bewildered. It is so dim it thinks that if you can't see it, it can't see you. You have a few seconds before it realises its mistake.
>get stone
Taken.
>carve Arthur on memorial
You chip away with the stone. It's not your best writing, what with your mounting sense of panic and a towel wrapped around your head. However, it suffices...
Just as the Beast is trying to work out where you've disappeared to, it suddenly sees your name freshly carved on its memorial of remembrance. Mystery solved. It realises it must have already eaten you in a fit of absent-mindedness. (Its mind is very very small and quite frequently absent.) It decides to give up the rest of its afternoon to the twin arts of digestion and contemplation. It settles down for a snooze.
>remove towel
You unwrap the towel from your head.
Beast's Outer Lair
This is a large walled courtyard. Strewn about are a profusion of gnawed bones bleaching in the sun. In case the significance of these fails to strike you, there is also a sandstone memorial in the middle of the courtyard, on which the Beast has roughly carved the names of all its victims.
The Beast is in the corner, sleeping peacefully (Footnote 5).
>west
Lair
>southwest
Inner Lair
This is the heart of the Beast's lair. The only exit leads northeast.
The skeleton of a dead Beasthunter lies nearby, clutching something labelled "Nutrimat/Computer Interface."
>get interface
Taken.
>wait
Time passes...
>wait
Time passes...
Suddenly a team of Fronurbdian Beasthunters charges in, intent on catching the Beast for their zoo. Mistaking you for the Beast, they fire stun guns at you, wrap you in nets, and install you in a lovely little lair in the Fronurbdi National Zoo.
Three months later the error is discovered, but while your damage suit is pending in the Fronurbdian courts the planet is invaded by Bureaucratic Pirates from Pallidon IV. Impressed into bondage for a 16-year filing and sorting mission on the so-called "basement world" of Sporla in the Lesser Magellanic Cloud, you escape with the help of a tribe of nomadic asteroid painters.
You develop a unique talent for asteroid painting, gaining considerable fame throughout the Cloud. A nickel-ore deluxe is commissioned by His Royal Gorpness Orbjfelk, the ruler of the Nine Hundred Worlds of Gorp, but while working on this new masterpiece your asteroid slips into a small passing black hole. Everything becomes...
Dark
>wait
You can see nothing, feel nothing, hear nothing, taste nothing, smell nothing, and are not entirely 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 smell nothing, taste nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, and are not even certain who you are.
>hear
(darkness)
You hear the deep and distant hum of a star drive coming from far above. There is an exit to port.
>south
(We were lying about the exit to port.) You emerge from a small doorway...
Entry Bay Number Two
There is a sales brochure here.
>south
Corridor, Fore End
>up
Bridge
There is a nice, hot cup of Advanced Tea Substitute here.
Lying on the deck is a plotter connected to a spare Improbability Drive. The plotter's long, dangly bit is submerged in Advanced Tea Substitute.
There is a spare Improbability Drive here.
There is a strange gun here.
There is pocket fluff here.
There is a pair of hypersonic pliers here.
There is an ionic diffusion rasp here.
There is a flathead screwdriver here.
There is a toothbrush here.
There is an electronic Sub-Etha signaling device here.
There is a copy of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy here.
There is a satchel here.
There is a handbag here.
There is a molecular hyperwave pincer here.
>wait
Time passes...
>put chipper in thing
Done.
>press switch
A mist spins round your head. You fall into what seems like a bottomless pit. Suddenly, you hit the bottom so hard that you wish it had been bottomless...
Dark
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Date: 2023-07-29 00:48 (UTC)Ну это, как говорила моя бабушка, понавыдумывали с лешова.
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Date: 2023-07-29 01:14 (UTC)Там ещё забавная история, как герой обратно выбирался с приключениями, переквалифицировавшись в бродячего художника по росписи астероидов. Свалился в чёрную дыру в результате.
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Date: 2023-07-29 05:01 (UTC)no subject
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