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From: donoho@cmgm.stanford.edu (Greg Donoho)
Subject: Sample Script- new game - running title LGOP
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Date: Tue, 27 Dec 1994 19:48:09 GMT
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I realize that the storm is probably over, but please indulge me as I
release this to the general r.a.i-f population in order to appease the
voices that I can't get out of my head and won't let me sleep at night.






Introducing "LGOP - The Lathered Goblin of Phone-us"
An Adventure of Colossal Proportions

Note:  This transcript was generated using ATBI (A_TAD-BIT_INFORMED), that
marvelous collaborative effort of Mike Roberts and Graham Nelson.  This
system not only reads game files from both TADS and Inform, it can convert
an ordinary Mr. Coffee into a dual use coffee maker/hologrammatic
projection unit.


Would you like to RESTORE from a previous game?
Please answer with YES or NO>  NO

You awake suddenly, with the guilty feeling that you have been remiss in
your duties as lodge treasurer/night watchman for the Local Order of
Writers and Lovers of Interactive Fiction Everywhere (LOWLIFE).  Puzzled,
you try to determine exactly what subconscious cues brought you out of such
a peaceful slumber.  Perhaps, you muse, it was the small green-skinned man
in the electric blue jumpsuit.  Perhaps it was the shiny neon
light-festooned silver jukebox blaring next to him.  Perhaps it was the
fact that both are floating about three feet off the ground in the middle
of the hallowed hall of LOWLIFE.

The jukebox is playing a gut-wrenching Boston Pops rendition of "Smells
Like Teen Spirit."

[Your blood pressure just went up.]

>  ASK MAN ABOUT MAN

"Hi!  I'm Jack.  Ducks go quack and geese go honk - and I won't go away. 
My boisterous buddy here is called Cross-Post."

Is that a fleck of foam at the edge of his mouth?

The jukebox has switched to Weird Al Yankovic playing "La Bamba" on the
accordion - only Al seems to have substituted a cat for the accordion.

[Your blood pressure just went up.]

>  ASK MAN ABOUT CROSS-POST

"Oh!  He just wants to tell folks about my new book _The Big Book of
Meta-Science_.  It tells all about metaphysics... not to mention
meta-chemistry.  You can read how I invented the New Age, plastic bubble
wrap, and Berry Blue Jell-O but was never credited for them."

"I was actually trying for the UFO-logy conventions three doors down from
here."

The jukebox ... Hey! I never knew the Bee Gees did a re-make of "Lady of
Spain"!

[Your blood pressure just went up.]

>  TELL MAN "OPEN DOOR. EXIT. CLOSE DOOR. GO SOUTH. GO SOUTH. GO SOUTH. OPEN DOOR. ENTER UFOLOGY CONVENTION. CLOSE DOOR."

"Oh, I'm not sure I can do that.  Tell you what, I'll just turn up the
volume on Cross-Post here.  You can just wrap this towel around your head. 
Then I won't be here, and you can go on about your business!"

The jukebox is playing a barely-recognizable recording of someone whistling
the theme to "The Andy Griffith Show" backwards.

[Your blood pressure is dangerously high]

>  CLOSE EYES. CLICK HEELS. CLICK HEELS. CLICK HEELS. SAY "THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME"

You hear the lodge pay-phone ringing in the distance (which is distinctly
different from the ringing in your ears).  The goblin leaps even higher
into the air and shouts, "The phone!  The phone!"  Abruptly, he and
Cross-Post begin spinning at a phenomenal rate and disappear with a loud
"POP!" that seems to shake the hall.  You can hear a mournful "Auld Lang
Syne" (probably played using an electric chain saw and a Toyota Corolla)
fading into the ether...

The abrupt dematerialization has knocked the pay phone receiver off the
hook.

>  LISTEN

As you slowly slide down into the thousand points of light that now dance
across your field of vision, you hear a cold metallic voice speaking in a
slight nasal twang.  "I'm sorry, the alternate reality you have just dialed
is no longer in service.  If you feel you have reached this recording in
error, please hang up and dial again in 20 years ... Repeating ..."
