Oooooooo…! The inquisition. Can you really have an escape-the-room comp. without a visit from the inquisition?
No. No you can’t. And here it is.
God, these starty-type bits are getting a bit short aren’t they? But then i am a great fan of lazy-i-tous(bet that’s not in the spell-checker). I’m also quite fond of tedium. You know where you are with tedium.
That’s why i love IF…
Well, i didn’t meeeeaaaan it, obviously, i swear. I DIDN’T!
Well, screw you too…
Another secret agent.
Huh… i seem to remember this sort of thing happening with the IFcomp 09 where all i seemed to do was play sci-fi, which i don’t generally enjoy. Secret agents do at least have that special little something, that certain kudos that makes you think, ‘yeah, i could have been one of them. I just didn’t want to.’ Of course, this is only the second secret agent one i’ve played so far, so… not like the IFcomp at all then really.
Wonder if James Bond will be in it. He will? You’re shitting me?
Jolly good then.
An infantry man is stuck on a train here. I’ve a feeling i’m gonna have to help him escape. Am i right?
Thought so.
How did i know that then, ay?
Aha. I used to paint.
I used to paint all kinds of things. Things of wonderous beauty and strangeness. And then i discovered words, and i saw that the words were good. And thus, i went forth into the virtual world and henceforth annoyed the hell out of everybody i could by telling them just how bad their games-full-of-words are. And all this i have achieved from the great ivory tower of not-having-written-one-myself.
Amen.
Paint. It’s short. But longer than mine!
How long is half an hour when you are bored and miserable?
How about when you’re in love?
Aaaww… isn’t that sweet?
I know being a manly man and all that shit, i really shouldn’t be so taken in by this love stuff. But i can’t help feeling this is just the method a person should use to get us to play their game. Emotional blackmail! Can’t beat it as an incentive you know. ‘Cos if you don’t play with me my poor little girly heart will break and i’ll cry my poor little girly tears and i’ll do that thing where i do the poor little girly sniffles and… and… <sniffle… sniffle…>
Hey, you don’t have to worry sweetie. I’m more than happy to play with you. Anytime you like. There, there…<snigger>
Get a grip man, she’s a character in a game.<sheesh>
Oh dear…
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear…
<sigh>
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear…
How on earth am i going to handle this one then?
I’m a secret agent, dum dee da dum dum… – check
I’m in a trap. – check
And i’m expected to die. – che… whasat? we’ll just see about that…not gonna die…you just see if i don’t… <huffety huff huff>
Hmmmm… Not much of a one for the ol’ westerns, i must admit.
Still, nice piccy.
And i see it’s a collaboration too. Usually a good thing, i find.
It’d better not be in a faux western-style language. Yon Astounding Castle is still too fresh in the mind thanks all the same.
So, here we go then.
Oh ge’ez, it’s in a faux western-style language.
<sigh>
Ah… an old dusty library. Sounds like my kind of place.
And deserted too, can’t be bad. Just me and my books. Finders keepers after all. Can’t be too difficult to escape a library. The question is, do i want to? ‘Cos i’m not so damned sure that i don’t want stay here. It is, when all’s said and done, a dusty old library. Yes i know i said that already, but seriously now, do i really want to get out of here?
Well yes, apparently i do.
OK then. If i must…
A doddery old scientist, that’s you, locked in a titanium encased vault-like lab with a scorpig.
Heh, heh! Scorpig. Nice.
Let’s go then.
