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vak(другие части: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 10 11)
Продолжаем игру:
Часть 9. Внутри кашалота
Вы оказываетесь в брюхе кашалота, падающего с высоты десятка миль на планету Магратея. Казалось бы, какой смысл? Однако здесь вы обнаружите цветочный горшок, крайне необходимый вам в последней части игры. Удивительным образом горшок с петунией не разбился, падая вместе с кашалотом, а был ним проглочен.Продолжаем игру:
...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
>wait
You can hear nothing, smell nothing, taste nothing, feel nothing, and are not even certain who you are.
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 "put dangly bit in tea" 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 "put dangly bit in tea" 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.
>wait
You can't hear anything, see anything, smell anything, or taste anything, and do not even know where you are or who you are or how you got there.
>feel
(darkness)
It does feel a bit warm and wet and squishy. There seems to be some liquid at your fingertips.
>drink liquid
Yucchhh! You are jerked to your senses by the realisation that you are licking the lining of a whale's stomach.
Inside the Sperm Whale
You are in the stomach of a sperm whale. You can hear a distant sound of rushing wind.
There is a flowerpot here.
>put all fluff in thing
satchel fluff: Done.
>get flowerpot
Taken.
>put pot in thing
Done.
>wait
Time passes...
>wait
Time passes...
>wait
Time passes...
SPLAT!!!!! Everything becomes...
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
You can see nothing, feel nothing, taste nothing, smell nothing, and are not entirely 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 tea here.
Lying on the deck is a plotter connected to a spare Improbability Drive. The plotter's long, dangly bit is submerged in tea.
There is a spare Improbability Drive here.
There is a nice, hot cup of Advanced Tea Substitute here.
There is a handbag here.
It looks like the handbag contains:
seat cushion fluff
a pair of tweezers
jacket fluff
There is a copy of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy here.
There is an electronic Sub-Etha signaling device here.
There is a satchel here.
There is a tool box here.
It looks like the tool box contains:
a magnifying glass
a laser-assisted monkey wrench
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 a molecular hyperwave pincer here.
>press switch
You are disoriented. Blackness swims toward you like a shoal of eels who have just seen something that eels like a lot...
Dark
