Written by Joe Pranevich
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Welcome back to Nord and Bert! One of the commenters mentioned recently how it is difficult to play and write about a game that you arenât really enjoying. Thatâs pretty true, but sometimes you can find joy in the worst games. Itâs not that they are âso bad they are goodâ, but you can see the love that goes into games like Santa and the Goblins, the pre-Infocom Hitch Hikerâs Guide to the Galaxy, or even the early works of Berlyn and Moriarty that were amateurish as best. Where Iâm running into difficulty with Nord and Bert is that it feels at times unfinished, or last least rushed, and itâs not living up to even the bar set by its earlier chapters. It is not a terrible game by any stretch and will score better than the ones I cited above, but something about it makes it a slog to get through and to write about.Â
But here we are! Weâve completed five of the eight scenarios of the game and will tackle two more today. Jeff OâNeill has made each scenario at least individualized, but weâve had two based on homophones (the grocery story and the jacks), two on idioms (the teapot and the farm), and the strange one based on sitcom tropes. As Iâm shortly to discover, the two today are very differentâ and also very strange. One of them seems to have been partly inspired by Frank Zappaâs 1982 song, âValley Girlâ, though regretfully not by forcing the player to play entirely using âValley Girlâ slang of the 1980s. That would have been cool, for sure, for sure.
Letâs get to it!
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A very fancy room! (Photo by Dennis Jarvis.) |
The Manor of Speaking
Five scenarios down and only three left to go. While the game lets us play the chapters in any order, I have been taking them as they are listed. The next one is the âManor of Speakingâ and itâs a bit different than the others:
> manor of speaking
The sad truth here is that the Manor of Speaking once enjoyed the reputation as one of THE finest guest houses in the entire region around Punster. But queer indeed is the fate it has suffered. The various rooms of the house are actually possessed by the warped personalities of by-gone visitors. The experience of a present-day guest to each of these rooms is colored very strongly by the thoughts and indeed voice of each ghostly presence. Needless to say, vacancy rates have gone through the roof. Which leads us to the crucial problem with the Manor. Its attic, as you will notice, is radically out of joint, situated BELOW the level of the first floor. It has been theorized that if this misplacement could be dramatically rectified, the spirits whoâve worn out their welcome might flee in horror. This is our hope, may it be your quest.
Before the Manor
Youâre standing in front of a large but oddly shaped manor house. From the outside, it looks as if its individual rooms have been haphazardly constructed and are out of proportion with each other. This has a slight disorienting effect.Â
I love this start! Haunted and spooky hotels make for fantastic settings (see: Psycho, The Shining and the first mission of 1984âs Ghostbusters) and Iâm already psyched to see how weâre going to placate the spirits and rearrange the house to put the attic in the basement. As introductions go, this is my favorite of the chapters so far. Even better, we appear to only have six rooms that we can immediately travel to and a total of seven points to collect. If there is one point for each room, this could be a simple and fun puzzle. Letâs see how it goes.
The first of these rooms is called âInterior Decoratedâ. Even before I arrive, the spirit complains that I am dragging my feet on his carpeting. Weâre shown an eloquent room with expensive furniture, plus a set of stairs down. Everything here is elaborately over-detailed. For example:Â
Against the far wall is a heroically proportioned, Mediterranean-crafted, intricately inlaid, Pre-Raphaelite limestone mantelpiece, circa 1838.
And:
The Louis XIV chair is plump, tufted, aristocratic â itâs styled with equal splashes of rococo and baroque. The piece definitely has charisma. Sitting on the chair: a multihued textured pillow.Â
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âChrist in the House of His Parentsâ, an early Pre-Raphaelite artwork from 1849. I have no idea how this relates to a mantelpiece. |
I doubt there is any hidden meaning in any of the elaborate descriptions, but I spend time Googling (and procrastinating?) just in case. âPre-Raphaeliteâ, for example, was a 19th century art movement in England that sought to be more naturalistic and detailed. The painting above garnered much criticism for portraying the Holy Family as ordinary, especially the casual way in which Mary was depicted as a normal-looking woman in a house with a dirty floor. Even so, an 1838 mantelpiece couldnât be âPre-Raphaeliteâ as far as I know because that style wasnât codified until later in the century. Then again, I know nothing about art and once spent an afternoon in a chair museum in Sweden pondering if I was secretly trapped in some sort of Sartre-style personal Hell.
The prose in this section reads like a docent opened a thesaurus and exploded, but through the word salad, I am able to pick up a pillow and lace tablecloth. I struggle to find anything else to do here. What is the wordplay? I donât find puns and the parser doesnât respond when I try to be elaborate in my own use of adjectives. The normal hint images donât help much either: it is only through the process of elimination that I deduce that âThe Lieberryâ is our hint image, but other than a room being taken too literally (the âlieberryâ lies about having books), there is no indication what we are expected to do.
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Overly literal rooms are our only clue. |
Descending the stairs takes me to an upside-down attic and the hint that an âoxymoronâ is locked up down below and causing all of our difficulties. Itâs still not clear what I should do as no obvious wordplay comes to mind, but we have more rooms to work our way through before I give up hope.Â
The next one is called the âKremlinâ and is decorated fully in red with a giant painting of Karl Marx on the wall. The painting is too high for me to reach, but I get the impression that it is important. This roomâs personality appears to be that of Marx himself, but he interjects less than the voice in the âInterior Decoratedâ room. He calls me a âfellow travelerâ which I know was a term for a Communist sympathizer, but thatâs all I get. I find nothing else in the room, but will be on the lookout for a stepladder.Â
The room after that is the âDoldrumsâ which offers a very different kind of puzzle than weâve ever seen in an Infocom game. The room is very boring (âlike Nebraskaâ) with one wall recently painted green. I shoot for the obvious idiom (âto watch paint dryâ), but thatâs not understood. I donât think weâre dealing with idioms here, but I am still at a loss as to what we are playing with. Doing this revealed the roomâs real trick: you can only use many words once:
> watch paint dry
[ I donât know the word âdryâ ]
> watch paint
The chasm yawns again. Iâve heard the word âwatchâ before.
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Watching paint dry. (Image by Mark McQuitty, via Flickr.) |
This makes whatever puzzles are here very difficult. There is a clock in the room, but I cannot examine it because I used the word âexamineâ on something else. I quickly run out of synonyms that the game recognizes, but not before I âsearchâ to find a winding key in the clock. I try to get it, but cannot because it is attached to the clock. I cannot just get the whole clock because I just used the word âgetâ. This is a new kind of puzzle! When I leave the room, my used words list doesnât reset and I could already be dead ended here and not even know it. I cannot even use the word âlookâ (or âlâ) anymore to remind me what is in the room!
I give up and head to the final room, the âPharmacyâ. In actuality, this is a bathroom haunted by a hypochondriac: tons of medicines everywhere, an anti-slip mat, and handrails. The ghost does not let me take any of the medications, but I manage to snag an empty glass bottle out of the cabinet. I can also snag a cardboard box, now empty of medications, from the floor. I still donât see the puzzle here.Â
Letâs take stock of what I know:
- We have five haunted rooms to explore, including the attic. (There doesnât seem to be a way to get back outside.)
- I have found four items: a tablecloth, pillow, cardboard box, and a glass bottle.
- Something is up with the Karl Marx painting in âKremlinâ, but itâs too high to reach.
- Something is up with the clock in âDoldrumsâ, but I used too many words exploring the space and canât find a way to reset so I can use them again without restoring.
In the next hour or so of exploring, I manage to find nothing new. I do manage to break the bottle by accident and I hope that isnât dead-ending. Not that it matters much because I end up using each of the exit names in âDoldrumsâ once and now Iâm stuck unable even to leave because all of the exits are boring. Iâm going to have to restart.
This is the moment when I put the game down to focus on Santa and the Goblins. I hope you enjoyed that post because I put a lot of effort and heart into it!
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Technically better graphics than Nord and Bert! |
Itâs a few weeks later (but only one screenshot for you), and I am back at it. With my dead-ending the Doldrums, I had to resume from a saved game. I donât find many things new, but the chance to start over in Doldrums at least reveals a few new things. This scenario feels unfair because I cannot work out a way to ever use a command or word twice, and we donât know or understand this limitation when we first arrive. Some warning might let us plan better, but some copious reloading gets around the problem.Â
Even so, I only manage to snag the clock. I spend far too long working on âputting time in a bottleâ (to quote the old Jim Croce song) because the game recognizes âtimeâ as an alias for the clock, but nothing I do ends up working and I decide that is a false lead. Some further thrashing and I realize that I can wind the clock, resulting in a suspicious âtick, tick, tickâ sound that lasts a few turns. If I put the clock in the box, I can still hear the sound through the box. Can I pretend it is a bomb? Did I finally solve a puzzle here? As it turns out, I was thinking along the right lines but just didnât put two and two together.Â
After some more thrashing around, I take a hint: the antique bottle would look good somewhere.
âAntiqueâ bottle! I had visualized it only as a medicine container and nothing special, but examining it reveals that it is indeed hundreds of years old. I should have noticed that! I put it on the mantel in âInterior Decoratedâ and it initially doesnât seem to work:
> put bottle on mantel
Umm⊠Do you really think it makes the right statement there?
But, it turns out that this isnât a failure message! You just have to type âyesâ.
> yes
Mmm. You know I really think you might be right. Yes, yes, the cherished memento look.Â
You carefully place the antique bottle upon the mantel.Â
Yes, heavens yes, it really SAYS something there. Oh, such a prized antique, what could I EVER give you in return?
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This is a Louis XIV-style chair. My afternoon in the Swedish chair museum didnât adequately prepare me for this. |
Iâm able to ask for something, but there is not much in the room. I immediately think of the too-high Karl Marx painting and ask for the Louis XIV chair. The room lets me grab the chair (although I have to drop most everything else due to weight) and I can take it to the âKremlinâ. Speaking of which, my intensive Googling suggests that Louis XIV chairs were characterized by their rich ornamentation and this one doesnât look at all safe to stand on. In contrast, Louis XV chairs have more fluid lines and less ostentatious ornamentation. Just in case it ever comes up in conversation, donât get the two confused! That could cause no end of embarrassment.Â
I take the chair to the Kremlin and (carefully?) stand on it. Even so, Iâm too capitalist to be allowed to look behind the painting. Considering the very existence of this chair is an affront to Marxâs philosophy, I cannot really blame him. This is when my idea about the bomb clicks in and I am able to bring it into the room. It only works when he doesnât know itâs a clock, so it must be hidden in the box with the lid closed. If we do that, the ghost of Marx panics that I might be a capitalist saboteur and the painting falls to the floor, revealing a safe. The safe is sealed by a âuniversalâ lock that can be opened by any key. (The game says that this is in the spirit of Lennonâs song âImagineâ, but I donât see it. I suspect OâNeill was making a Lenin/Lennon joke here that went over my head.)Â
Despite being clearly told that the âwinding keyâ on the clock is attached and cannot be removed, we can nonetheless use it (somehow) to unlock the safe. Inside is a ârevolutionâ (get it?) which I can deliver to the attic.Â
> revolve room
You get that long, drawn-out sudden feeling of movement in the pit of your stomach as the attic begins tilting straight up to one side, and it continues tilting until youâre in a figurative sense literally climbing the walls and fallâŠ
âCRUNCH!â Your shoulders slam softly against the hardwood floor. Wobbly but with steadiness, you regain your feet. Wait! You can hear the screeching voices of disembodied converge in a fright and then around the entrance to the manor, and then grow faint in the distance.Â
Congratulations. Having rid the manor of its unwanted, if spirited, visitors you thereby, in the eyes of the Citizensâ Action Committee, earn the title of Honored Guest.Â
It would be prudent to commit to memory this and all ranks you have achieved.Â
I won! In the end, this sequence was pretty fun, even if I needed a push to get started. We had nearly no wordplay here (other than the homonym, ârevolutionâ) and some of the rooms were devoid of puzzles. Other than finding the bottle, there was no use for the Pharmacy, for example. We also never had a use for the tablecloth, cardboard box, or pillow. Perhaps there was cut content? This section mercifully at least didnât overstay its welcome. I only regret that I needed to take a hint that (in retrospect) I could have gotten. No time to look backwards, we have one more chapter to cover today!
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Iâm experimenting with AI image generation to illustrate these adventures. This one isnât bad: âclosed wooden door in a forestâ. |
Shake a Tower
One more down! Other than the difficulty getting started, that wasnât so bad. The next mission is called âShake a Towerâ. While I hoped for another low-scoring chapter, this one has 26 points to find:Â
> shake a tower
In the dark forest outside the town boundaries of Punster, chaos has been the order of the day. On a recent afternoon the daughter of a leading citizen of our town, out for a stroll among the tall pines, disappeared without apparent trace. Rumor has it that one strange, stand-alone door is the only means of escape from the forest. But no volunteer has yet been found to face the oddball nature of the place. That is, until now.
Clearing
Youâre in a clearing of a deep, dark forest.Â
The odd sight of a lead house stands here under the trees.
There is one door here that is not connected to any building which is closed. Yet there is something radiant imbedded in it: A gritty pearl appears to shine on the door.Â
For the record, the spelling errors in the quoted portions are in the original. I donât mean to be judgmental, but Infocom testers should have caught these sorts of things. Iâm in a forest (the same forest from the Jack chapter?) and see a mysterious closed door, not attached to any building. Naturally, I assume it is magic. Weâll need a key to open it. Next to the door without a house, we have a house (made of lead!) without a door. Is the objective to connect them so that I can get into the house?Â
It takes only a few moments to get the wordplay here: these are âspoonerismsâ. Named for an Oxford professor, William Archibald Spooner, who famously made these errors, spoonerisms are a type of wordplay where you swap the initial consonant sounds of words. The âgritty pearlâ in the door refers to a âpretty girlâ, no doubt the one that I have been tasked to find. Just as in the idiom scenarios, we need only to name something to bring it into being and the pearl transforms into a girl. I immediately also notice that the âlead houseâ is in fact a âhead louseâ (yuck!). Transforming it causes it to lodge in my hair, a thoroughly disgusting idea.Â
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The hint image this time was pretty obvious. |
The young woman is acting indignant and impatient, even as the game takes pains to comment on her beauty. She âshines on the doorâ with her beauty. This obviously means that we should âdine on the shoreâ and weâre quickly there: a shoreline between two tributaries of the Rhine River. Iâm going to assume that is important for some wordplay reasons, but as the Rhine is a European river, this is the first hint that weâve seen that Punster is outside the US. (Even so, there are hundreds of âtributaries of the Rhineâ, so that does not narrow it down too much.) A pile of rocks blocks my passage further down the beach. Meanwhile, the young woman is fiddling with a âpan of keysâ for some reason.
I transform the âpan of keysâ into a âcan of peasâ, but the girl drops them in disgust. âGag me with a spoonerism!â she says. Aha! This clicks now: she has been bratty and entitled, despite being beautiful. Sheâs clearly modeled after the 1980s âValley Girlâ stereotype, made famous by Frank Zappaâs 1982 single of the same name. (I know the song from Dr. Demento, but it was a Top 40 hit when it came out.) Sheâs clearly very hungry, but before I can do anything about it, she dives into the river. I try to follow, but I am told that I must âshake off your toesâ first. I naturally âtake off my shoesâ instead. I dive in and rescue the girl, now returned to her âgritty pearlâ state. I also pick up an escaped key and the unwanted can of peas. Whatâs next? Iâm still stuck on a beach.Â
A closer look at the rocks reveals that they are hungry. I search for combinations like ârungry hawksâ, but none comes to mind. Eventually, I try feeding the can of peas (!!) to the rocks (!!) and they are now âfed rocksâ and able to be transformed into a âred foxâ. If you think that was strange, the next stop down the beach reveals a âqueer old deanâ being chased around by a âtall leopardâ. I transform the dean into a âdear old queenâ. Alas, it is Queen Elizabeth II instead of Freddy Mercuryâ the joke is dated now, but they likely expected it to be dated a long time ago. The leopard still pushes her around, although he is kind enough to curtsy first.
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Moon Unit Zappa was only 14 when the song came out. |
My shoes are missing, so I cannot put them back on. Instead, I puzzle through the scene. I eventually work out that the leopard is a âshoving leopardâ and so I transform him into a âloving shepherdâ. He becomes a German-speaking priest, writes a message in the sand, and wanders off.Â
I struggle with the next puzzle for a long while. The lines in the sand inspire me to consider âsigns of landâ, but that isnât where they are going with them. I cannot read the messageâ itâs written in âsand-scriptâ, not German, but that doesnât reveal any wordplay either. I eventually give up and take a clue. The answer is not a spoonerism: I just need to âread between the linesâ and it tells me to follow the shepherd. When I play this segment again while finishing the write-up, I realize that there is a spoonerism here but you have to really squint to find it: the shepherd, when he wandered off, was âleading (us) between the Rhinesâ. That should have been the clue to âread between the linesâ.Â
Both the Queen and I follow the shepherd off the beach and to a nearby factory. The scene has a lot going on to say the least:Â
- The shepherd is here, trying to tug-of-war against a rat for a black and white cloth. Further investigation reveals that it is a nunâs habit.
- A foaming bonfire is burning on the factory floor, with (improbably) an icicle dangling just above the fire.Â
- A stock room can be visited at the back of the factory. Itâs a factory for jeans, so it is a âjean stockroomâ. A âjean stock clientâ rummages through a pile of (jean?) hats.Â
- Thereâs also an elf slave (âsold elfâ) making a âtalk smockâ, presumably also out of jeans.Â
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A real factory for jeans, in China. |
The first room with the tug-of-war and strange bonfire was difficult, but the stockroom had lots of opportunities for spoonerisms. I had no difficulty turning the âjean clientâ into a âclean giantâ and the âsold elfâ into my âold selfâ. The giant immediately climbs up a pile of jeans into the distance. Iâm looking for a b-word somewhere to change the âjean stockâ into a âbeanstalkâ, but I donât see one quickly. The âold selfâ is an older version of me instead of a younger one, but I can now âmake small talkâ (because he was making a âtall smockâ) with him and he reveals the way back to the clearing in the forest but that I will need to find a vehicle first. I had no idea that I wanted to go back there, but this is good to know! The implied time travel here is also a nice idea. I love time travel fiction.
That still leaves me stuck in the main room of the factory. Eventually, out of desperation, I give up on the spoonerisms and just type ârabbitâ. That works! The habit becomes a rabbit. I try the same thing with âhatâ and the rat becomes a hat. Where are the matching r-words and h-words to make that happen? I dislike that the game seems to be violating its own flimsy logic. On my second playthrough, I think I see the idea: the shepherd was trying to "take a habit out of a ratâ and that we needed to help him "take a rabbit out of a hatâ. Perhaps because that reference was too difficult, OâNeill decided to make it a bit easier if you spooned them individually. In any event, the shepherd transforms himself (!!) back into a leopard and runs off to enjoy a delicious rabbit meal, leaving me with a hat to collect.
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AI image generation isnât quite up to snuff illustrating these text adventures yet. This is âshepherd and rat play tug-of-war with a nunâs habitâ. |
A short time later, I am stuck again. I am struggling with this chapter more than I think I should, especially because the solutions seem obvious when I get the hint. I didn't really notice that the shepherd dropped a book when he left. To the extent that I noticed, I thought it was a clever image with the âgood shepherdâ dropping his bible and revealing himself to really be a leopard and running off with his prey. Unfortunately, I should have paid more attention because the book was a book of riddles. This also isnât a spoonerism, but the solution was to âriddle while foam burnsâ. This is a play on the expression âfiddle while Rome burnsâ, but notice that Iâm naming whatâs here instead of its counterpart.Â
Doing that causes the icicle to fall and (implausibly) become a âboiled icicleâ in the fire. I challenge you to work that out, but the âboiled icicleâ easily becomes an âoiled bicycleâ. I wager that is the transportation that Iâll need to get back to the door in the clearing, but I do not think itâs time yet. I still have a giant to deal with. Back in the stockroom, I follow my lead with ârabbitâ and âhatâ and just type âbeanstalkâ without finding the matching word. Coming back to this later, I think the prompt was something like âback in the jean stockâ -> âjack and the beanstalkâ, but I didnât quite catch it at the time. Either way, I find myself in the setting for the story at the bottom of a beanstalk.Â
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Another âJackâ word that would have fit great a few chapters ago. |
The rural setting is a bit strange, starting with a female horse imitating the sound of a pig. Itâs not an âoinking mareâ, so what could it be? I also find a âblushing crowâ that I immediately turn into a âcrushing blowâ. This causes the crow to dive-bomb itself into the ground, leaving an undescribed object called âcrushing blowâ behind. (The description is only that it âpacks a wallopâ.) Iâm sure that will come in handy fighting the giant, but I cannot actually climb the beanstalk with it. I suppose it must be for something else.Â
Climbing the beanstalk requires us to drop all of our stuff first, but once we do we find the typical âJack and the Beanstalkâ castle at the top. The giant looks oddly familiar:
Before you stands a giant of exceptional cleanliness, hands on his hips, wearing an immaculately tailored and dazzling white tee shirt. So statuesque is the figure of the giant that the floor on which he stands sags noticeably under his weight.
Itâs Mr. Clean! I donât know how international his products were, but when I was growing up in the 1980s, I saw his commercials all the time. I was always vaguely disappointed that his face didnât really appear on our clean appliances.Â
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Mr. Clean from a 1987 TV commercial. |
As soon as I make it to the top, the giant spills a load of butter (!!) down the beanstalk. Umm. âbuttery stalkâ -> âstuttery balkâ? Nope, doesnât work. I wonder if he dumped soap in some previous version of this scene, but it was changed to avoid the implication this really was Mr. Clean? Either way, I am unable to climb back down.Â
Looking around, I see a shed of beets. I change them into âbed sheetsâ. This causes the giant to get mad at me for denying him his âdaily breadâ (âbailey dreadâ? nope). As I search around for more things to do, he gets bored and pounds me through the clouds back to the ground far below. I die. Yes! This chapter actually kills me, which sucks because I hadnât saved in a while. Nord and Bert has been largely free of ways to kill yourself or dead ends so this caught me by surprise. I have to replay much of this section, but donât find anything different. I do manage to get the leopard to run off with the habit instead of a rabbit, but other than denying him a meal, it doesnât seem to change anything. I also discovered that if I wear the hat, the louse (which has been in my hair this whole time) will migrate over to it.Â
I climb up again, but donât manage to solve it before dying the second time through. Even with saved game files, Iâm getting frustrated and end up just taking three more hints to win. Iâm not proud of this moment, but I wanted it to be over:
- If we give the giant the hat (remembering, which I did not, that he was interested in jean hats down below), then I can transform the louse back into a house with it on his head. The lead house is too heavy for his cloud kingdom and he falls to the ground below.Â
- At that point, Iâm still stuck up top. The solution isnât a spoonerism: I just need to âtie sheetsâ together to make a long rope ladder that reaches the ground.Â
- Back on the ground, the fall forces the giant back into his âjean clientâ form and he begins to sew me into a sheet. This kills me too, if I donât find the wordplay fast enough. He was âsewing me to a sheetâ and I needed to âshow him to his seatâ to somehow get through. Never mind that âsâ->âshâ is a poor spoonerism, it makes even less sense than usual.
For the finale, the jean client transforms himself back into a giant and attacks. This time, I pick up the crushing blow and deliver it to him. I score a hit and he walks away, defeated. This isnât the end yet! I still only have 22 of 26 points.Â
I have to take yet another hint to realize that the âoinking mareâ is actually a âmare squealâ. I can turn that into a âsquare mealâ, no doubt the respite that the woman on the beach has been waiting all this time for. I should have probably worked that out myself too, but I was stuck thinking that a pig âoinksâ instead of âsquealingâ. I return to the factory, grab the bike, and hoof it to the shore. We finally âdine on the shoreâ with the pretty girl and then I pedal back to the cleaning at the beginning of the chapter. I unlock the door and pass through, but it is too dark. I have to return to the shore, turn the now well-fed Valley Girl back into the pearl, and take that through the door. That finally triggers the ending:
âClick.â As you unlock the door the key is swallowed by the lock. A tunnel of darkness opens up to you, and you cautiously walk inside. You almost vanish into the darkness, it is so black.
But just now you can discern a fuzzy light beginning to shine from the pearl. It brightens to illuminate your upper body, creating a halo of pure white light around you. So astounding is the effect of the brightened pearl, that it spills from your hand and rolls vanishingly away from you, echoing grittily along the tunnel.Â
Congratulations are in order. Having braved mutable strangeness and having made the heroic gesture of a rescue, you make possible the reuniting in joy of a grateful Punster family. This feat earns you the rank of Kinkering Cong.Â
I won! I donât feel that great about it as I needed so many hints at the end, but at least weâre through. Weâre still missing exactly one point. I play again, following a walkthrough, but they also miss the same point! It turns out that there was a âhare raisingâ joke that I missed somewhere and there is no way back to get it now. Maybe Iâll play again later, but for now Iâm done.
We just have one more chapter to go, the finale: âMeet the Mayorâ. Can I save Punster before this game drives me crazy? Weâll find out soon enough.
Time played: 4 hr 50 min
Total time: 12 hr 45 min
Score: 22/22 (Bizarre), 11/11 (Jacks), 19/19 (Farm), 31/31 (Teapot), 10/10 (Theatrical), 7/7 (Manor), 25/26 (Tower).
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What is wrong with his hands? |
 In this post, I experimented with some AI-generated images, in this case all from DeepAI.org. While much can be said about the artistic quality of AI-generated âartâ (and whether it is âartâ and should be subject to things like copyright protection), it is a relatively fun way to illustrate games without having to fall back on copyrighted images. The editors and I try to use free images (or our own screenshots) whenever possible to prevent problems, but for text games this is quite tough. Is this a solution? I donât know.
What I do know is that it can be fun to experiment! For this post, I challenge our commenters to come up with their own illustrations for this post (or for other scenes from text adventure history) and post links in the comments below. Unfortunately, our software doesnât permit images in comments so you will have to upload and link them some other way. Maybe an early commenter can find a good solution.
Finally, there is still a good discussion over on a previous post about whether or not we should consider adding a Reddit forum for the blog, a Discord chat, or switching the blog over to a domain name to make us look a bit more professional. We welcome your comments there on these important topics.
Next up for me will be a Dracula Unleashed post before closing out Nord and Bert. See you soon.