Windows CE - The Ultimate Companion/ROMMAN_CE.iso/Files/Games/Frotz CE Games/BSE.Z5

Z-code for Z-machine | 1997-01-10 | 89KB | 362 lines

Resident data ends at 3ac4, program starts at 3ac4, file ends at 15a50

Starting analysis pass at address 3ac4

End of analysis pass, low address = 3ac4, high address = 132a8


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S001: "BSE"
S002: "
An Interactive Epidemic
Copyright (c) 1996 by Chris Smith.
Type 'help' for...er...help.
Type 'quotes on/off' to toggle box quotations, in case they obscure text.
"
S003: "960429"
S004: "6/1"
S005: "a"
S006: "You can't go that way."
S007: "the"
S008: "the"
S009: "the"
S010: "the"
S011: "the"
S012: "the"
S013: "the"
S014: "the"
S015: "the"
S016: "the"
S017: "the"
S018: "the"
S019: "Darkness"
S020: "It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing."
S021: "As good-looking as ever."
S022: "Nameless item"
S023: "your former self"
S024: "A fat, capacious briefcase, with plenty of space for notebook computers,
personal organisers and other useless gimmicks."
S025: "This single-roomed inn is dominated by a long bar, topped with perfectly
polished wood. The shelves behind the bar are stacked to breaking point with
sparkling glasses and inviting bottles. A single beer pump protrudes forlornly
from the bar at one end, but it is, unfortunately, un-manned, so you will have
to cope without a drink. A well-oiled wooden door leads south-east into the
street.

Old Tom, Old Dick, and Old Harry sit around the beer pump, whispering
conspiratorially."
S026: "A hunched old man in a tweed jacket and flat cap, smoking his pipe and
supping his pint."
S027: "A hunched old man in a tweed jacket and almost flat cap, smoking his
pint and supping his pipe."
S028: "The sealed can declares itself as:

 >>SIKSTONS' EXTREMELY PECULIAR<<"
S029: "The open and apparently empty can declares itself as:

 >>SIKSTONS' EXTREMELY PECULIAR<<"
S030: "an"
S031: "A small, complex brass key with a label tied to it."
S032: "A grubby piece of paper with a message scrawled on it:

Red Chevette: This Case opens here."
S033: "the road."
S034: "The gate is covered in several layers of peeling white gloss. Nailed to
the middle bar is a wooden notice announcing "Fliglot Farm - No Entry"."
S035: "The pub's sign depicts a light brown calf in a lush meadow, the grass
growing up around it and seeming to merge with it's feet. As you stare at it
the grass seems to wave in the breeze as the sign swings, but you blink and the
illusion disappears."
S036: "Dented from countless brushes with marauding cattle, your car looks
three times its age. In fact it is fitted out with all mod cons, including an
electric sunroof, in-car CD player, and remote locking system. (The latter
comes in very useful when escaping from marauding cattle.)"
S037: "Your car, a battered blue Volvo estate, is slewed across the grass
verge, two wheels in the ditch."
S038: "A spacious boot, almost big enough to hold a marauding bullock."
S039: "The statutory mantle worn by psychiatrists and mad laboratory
technicians. It has two conveniently large pockets."
S040: "Your key fob takes the form of a small model bull with a
disproportionately large ring through its nose. Wound around the ring are your
house and car keys, and a few other useful items."
S041: "A beautiful Yorkshire garden, full of mouth-watering fruits such as
parsnips, marrows and broccoli. This is more a vegetable garden than anything
else, but the border beds have been liberally scattered with a variety of hardy
perennials. To the east you can see a small unthreatening farmer's cottage."
S042: "You can't get inside the house."
S043: "The six-pronged garden fork seems to be quite expensive. The handle is
made of some sort of exotic, dark wood, and just below the triangular hand-hold
there is a small silver plaque, inscribed simply with a single ornamented
letter D."
S044: "A garden fork has been rammed disrespectfully into a steaming compost
heap in one corner of the garden."
S045: "The odd prickly bush or two - you've never really found gardening
interesting."
S046: "The generator consists of a panel on the gun's handle. It has a small
battery compartment and three buttons - blue, green, and yellow."
S047: "A small, round, lithium watch-battery, in its first flush of youth."
S048: "A round button, just waiting to be pressed."
S049: "He never bothers to prosecute trespassers: he has far better methods."
S050: "This wide rectangle of concrete is littered with the chaotic fallout of
everyday dairy farming. And its brown! The stark windows of the farmhouse stare
accusingly down into the yard from the north, and, to the east, the roof of the
main barn is outlined against the rising sun."
S051: "the farmyard."
S052: "The leaflet has been torn, mud-bespattered, and generally maltreated,
and as such you can make out very little, but it seems to cover topics as wide
ranging as sheep varieties, weather forecasting and the country code. It also
includes a badly typeset advert for a badly typeset computer game called 'LSE'
by Shirc Shimt."
S053: "A group of ordinary farmyard chickens, including the obligatory cockerel
with show-off red comb."
S054: "Most of the space in the east end of the farms high stone barn is taken
up by a huge haystack of rectangular bales, each of which is held together with
tough, plastic twine. Around the double doors rusty farm equipment, almost
inevitably infected with a potent range of bacteria, microbes, protozoa and
agriculture ministers, lies derelict and unused."
S055: "The haystack is in the way!"
S056: "the main barn."
S057: "A red and white tractor is parked next to the haystack."
S058: "The tractor was presumably new once (most things were), but its paint
has started to peel off, with bubbles of rust forming all over the bodywork.
The makers mark on the side reads simply 'Case International'."
S059: "The tractor's cabin roof, about as boring as they come."
S060: "A stack of hay, towering vertically upwards. Half-way up, just out of
reach, there is a small ledge."
S061: "an"
S062: "Sitting on the tractor's seat is a beige envelope."
S063: "A post-card showing a rolling vista of Yorkshire countryside, taken from
Skebdale Pike. A few unintelligible notes and messages have been scrawled on
the back in slightly smudged fountain pen:

message to red-chevette the cows are flying you will find guidance from the
circle that blocks your way follow the name of satan through the twisting way
he has joined with the animals the devil is daisy, daisy is Denzil destroy it
you will find the proof on the border of sleep you must remember to use silver
bullets"
S064: "You have to stoop on this tiny ledge in the side of the haystack,
cunningly roofed over with bales. Your vertigo quickly kicks in and the barn
floor seems to be a million miles away: downwards.

A thin dark passage leads westwards into the bales."
S065: "Thin, twisting passages lead off in all directions through the
haystack."
S066: "I'd get out of here if I was you."
S067: "A fallen hay bale blocks your way. I'm afraid this is a dead end."
S068: "There's only one way out, and that's where you came from."
S069: "This room is Gothic horror at its best. Dry, wooden torches burn
brightly in their rusty iron brackets, sending a flickering orange light
flashing around the high, vaulted stone rafters and dull granite flagstones.
The walls are daubed with unsightly scenes of scarlet terror and cruelty, and,
at the centre of this hexagonal cathedral of doom, a gigantic inverted cross
hangs in space, suspended by a criss-crossing web of thin, spider-like ropes
which lead ever upwards into the enormous arched roof. Sinister shadows are
cast onto the floor from the grotesque, twisted statuettes which stand on their
dark pedestals, seeming to writhe in the torchlight. Where the hell is this
place...

Any moment now you expect a nice man with horns and hooves to jump from the
shadows and discuss the afterlife, but, fortunately, there seem to be none of
those in today."
S070: "It depicts simply the head of a cow - but no ordinary heifer. Its ears
are long and pointed, its eyes narrow, and its nostrils wide and flaring-red.
The mouth is half-open in a Satanic grin, exposing double rows of carnivorous
teeth. You dread to look for fear of being ensnared in the deep, swirling,
whirling eyes..."
S071: "It's over-riding feature is that it is the wrong way up. However, just
for the record, it is made from two gigantic oak beams held together by two
enormously thick selotape straps."
S072: "The farm's hallway serves its purpose well. In other words, its the way
in. It leads up to a dark staircase, the northern end flanked by two low,
wooden doorframes. Along the west wall, there is a row of three or four wooden
pegs, underneath which is a delapidated welly rack."
S073: "You don't want to disturb the inhabitants privacy too much, and besides,
your scared of the dark."
S074: "You don't want to disturb the inhabitants privacy too much, and besides,
your scared of the dark."
S075: "the farm hallway."
S076: "A bright yellow floppy sou'wester hangs from one of the pegs, clashing
badly with the corridor's decor."
S077: "The sou'wester is dazzlingly yellow. Glowingly mustard-hued, no less."
S078: "A welly rack, made out of tough plastic-coated wire, screwed firmly into
the wall about a foot from the floor."
S079: "Built into the west wall under the pegs is an electric socket."
S080: "The farmhouse's lounge closely resembles a bomb site. An old sofa,
covered in ragged blankets and thin cushions, is positioned opposite a large TV
and a wide, open fireplace. The window, hung with clashing flowery curtains,
faces out onto the farmyard. A door in the east wall leads out to the hall."
S081: "the lounge."
S082: "The rug is even thicker than an agriculture minister."
S083: "Nothing but a square, boring trapdoor. There is no handle, only a row of
six small holes along one edge."
S084: "A dark staircase leads downwards from the open trapdoor."
S085: "There is a small trapdoor in front of the fireplace."
S086: "Painted in an uninspiring shade of pastel cream-gunk, the farmhouse
kitchen has evolved over time into a mixture of modern and ancient appliances
jumbled against the walls. Decorated with stains ranging from champagne to
tomato ketchup, the ceiling has obviously seen country life in all its glory."
S087: "The only way out is back west into the lounge."
S088: "Sitting on a table is a bright blue electric kettle."
S089: "A single rubber glove lies discarded upon the draining board."
S090: "A white rubber glove, turned inside out. The insides are stained by
leakages and a slow build up of dirt."
S091: "Hot, wet, and steamy."
S092: "This low, earth-hewn passage is cramped and dirty. Held up by crude
wooden props, it looks none too stable. The tunnel is quite short, only about
twenty metres in length. At the south-east end is the short stone staircase
which leads up to the trapdoor, while to the north-west is an enormous door."
S093: "An enormous, circular door, no doubt made of some extremely unlikely
space age metal which can only be cut using a knife blade forged in the core of
a red giant. Or something like that. There, right in the centre, is one of
those lock-cum-handle thingummybobs that you get on all good bank vaults."
S094: "The enormous door is more firmly shut than the main air-lock on Space
Shuttle Paranoia."
S095: "The enormous door hangs invitingly but threateningly open."
S096: "Z"
S097: "S"
S098: "L"
S099: "W"
S100: "I"
S101: "N"
S102: "D"
S103: "E"
S104: "Z"
S105: "S"
S106: "L"
S107: "W"
S108: "I"
S109: "N"
S110: "D"
S111: "E"
S112: "A shining white laboratory decked out with rows of pristine benches and
tables. Shelves full of ridiculous sounding biochemicals line the walls. The
room is windowless and lit only by fluorescent bulbs on the ceiling.

You can leave by the door to the south."
S113: "A wooden pinboard on one wall is covered in clippings from various
respected publications."
S114: "You can't have a proper adventure game these days without some special
sci-fi gadget. In this case it resembles a microwave oven. It also sports a row
of LEDs so it can flash them back and forth as it speaks in its predictably
sarcastic monotone. Whoever built this one was well au fait with current trends
and even painted a smiley face on the speaker. Lovely."
S115: "A dark grey light-sensing pad on one side of the gadget."
S116: "A beautifully styled black handset with an invitingly red button in the
middle. A small panel on the back allows you to change the battery."
S117: "A small, round, lithium watch-battery, charred almost out of recognition
and presumably run-down."
S118: "Your instructions from head office, scribbled untidily and faxed to you
without regard for legibility. Peering at the note you can only make out a few
words:

Reference: DCK 817S
Operation: Red-Chevette

Task: Agent 398-MUGWUG reports serious epidemic risk in Skebdale region of
Yorkshire. Agent claims cross-over risk of BSE without beef consumption. Use
operation codeword to gain contact, he will be lying low in disguise.

If possible also investigate allegations of widespread devil worship in
Skebdale area. Agent reports possible links."
S119: "some"
S120: "They're big, black, and horrible."
S121: "I never saw a Purple Cow,"
S122: "  I never hope to see one;"
S123: "But I can tell you, anyhow,"
S124: "  I'd rather see than be one!"
S125: ""
S126: "-- Gelett Burgess"
S127: ""When I am dead, I hope it may be said:"
S128: "'His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.'""
S129: ""
S130: "-- Hilaire Belloc"
S131: "By Thor!...By Odin!...By Gum..."
S132: ""
S133: "-- from Asterix and the Normans"
S134: "So that's what hay looks like."
S135: ""
S136: "-- Queen Mary"
S137: "Real people, as solid and ruddy and calm,"
S138: "As a London bus in the rain!"
S139: ""
S140: "-- Wendy Cope (Pastoral)"
S141: "Ah, yes! I wrote the 'Purple Cow' -"
S142: "  I'm sorry, now, I wrote it!"
S143: "But I can tell you anyhow,"
S144: "  I'll kill you if you quote it!"
S145: ""
S146: "-- Gelett Burgess"
S147: "The History of Skebdale"
S148: "The Geographical Headache"
S149: "Founding Fathers"
S150: "A Harrowing Tale"
S151: "Flower Power"
S152: "Dissolving Monks"
S153: "The Avalanche of Sheep"
S154: "A Medical Report on BSE"
S155: "Guidance"
S156: "Information"
S157: "Credits"
S158: "Legalities"
S159: "History of Skebdale up to 1650 - a Rough Guide

     The Formation of Skebdale
     Early History
     The Harrowing of the North
     The Wars of the Roses
     The Dissolution of the Monasteries
     The Civil War"
S160: "You have entered the misinformation superhighway...

     Misguidance
     Misinformation
     Discredits
     Illegalities
"
S161: "read"
S162: "apply 'ofclass' for"
S163: ""name""
S164: ""create""
S165: ""recreate""
S166: ""destroy""
S167: ""remaining""
S168: ""copy""
S169: ""call""
S170: ""print""
S171: ""print_to_array""
S172: ""before""
S173: ""after""
S174: ""life""
S175: ""n_to/door_to""
S176: ""s_to/when_closed/when_off""
S177: ""e_to/with_key""
S178: ""w_to/door_dir""
S179: ""ne_to/react_before""
S180: ""se_to/add_to_scope""
S181: ""nw_to/react_after""
S182: ""sw_to/list_together""
S183: ""u_to/invent""
S184: ""d_to/plural""
S185: ""in_to/grammar""
S186: ""out_to/orders""
S187: ""initial/when_open/when_on""
S188: ""description""
S189: ""describe""
S190: ""article""
S191: ""cant_go""
S192: ""found_in""
S193: ""time_left""
S194: ""number""
S195: ""time_out/daemon""
S196: ""each_turn""
S197: ""capacity""
S198: ""short_name""
S199: ""parse_name""
S200: ""liquid""
S201: ""move_name""

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