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

Z-code for Z-machine | 1994-12-28 | 83KB | 421 lines

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S001: "BUSTED"
S002: "
Psychedelic Interactive Fiction (not to be taken internally)
Copyright (c) 1994 Scumbag Software, Inc. All Rights Reserved.
"
S003: "941214"
S004: "5/7"
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: "It is pitch dark, and you can't see a thing."
S020: "As good-looking as ever."
S021: "You gave this cuddly little fellow to Sydnee, who apparently doesn't
want it reminding her of you any more."
S022: "It lists your room number and also guarantees return postage."
S023: "The bottle is labeled "Magic Anti-Hallucination Elixir.""
S024: "an"
S025: "It's a small burgundy visor, bearing the legend "WORCESTER DINING
COMMONS." Several unidentifiable bits of food are stuck to the band."
S026: "an"
S027: "Fortunately, it does not say "Kiss The Cook," but that's pretty much its
only good point."
S028: "You are in your dorm room, in Linnell House. It is bigger than a
breadbox, but not by much. The door is to the north."
S029: "The only door is to the north."
S030: "wallet"
S031: "an"
S032: "It's got you on it, looking very confused, and a bunch of numbers. Your
student identification number is A2487493. Unfortunately, it is out of date, as
the sticker on it says it expired last semester."
S033: "It says: MO3XYAN2L."
S034: "an"
S035: "Sitting on the dorm table is a small ashtray."
S036: "You have unearthed a small roach."
S037: "Not the insect kind. It's what's left over from last night's binge."
S038: "The diligently landscaped area outside of your dorm contains a few
anorexic shrubs and some wild crabgrass. To the south is the red brick hell you
call home. A muddy path leads north."
S039: "You're on a path outside of the white stone building (to the west) which
serves as the dining commons for this area. You are not surprised to notice a
large "biohazard" sign on the building. The squat structure of your dorm is
visible off to the south, and the path leads east as well."
S040: "It smells like a rubbish tip in here - and only a bit less appetizing.
The grubby linoleum leads south to the main atrium and back out to the east."
S041: "A Dining Commons line lady sits here on her stool, chewing gum and
making occasional rude sucking noises with it."
S042: "Fat, dumpy and quintessentially unloveable, the dining commons lady is a
typical bureaucrat in every important respect. Like all bureaucrats, she exists
purely to complicate your existence."
S043: "If bricks could speak, it's likely that the ones in this room would say
"hey, don't throw that chipped beef at me." You spy the non-smoking section of
the DC off to the southwest, and the smog enshrouded smoking section to the
southeast."
S044: "A line of students snakes its way up to a window where one may obtain
what the DC, despite all logic, calls "food.""
S045: "It's long, but you've seen worse. If I were in a philosophical mood I'd
question whether the wait is worth it."
S046: "Cheap formica tables, uncomfortable chairs... What else do you expect
from a cafeteria? Whatever it is, you won't find it here. The linoleum path
cuts diagonally through the room, leading northeast to the atrium and southeast
to the dish room."
S047: "Stuck into the floor is a hardwood table."
S048: "It smells like an airport lounge, only worse. However, given the caliber
of the cooking in this place, it could be a lot worse. You can bring your dirty
plates to the dish room to the southwest, or head back out, to the northwest."
S049: "This is where luckless students do the dishes for thousands of their
hungry peers, three times a day. Correspondingly, an air of intense gloom and
broken spirits pervades the region. You can effect your return to the DC proper
by going northeast or northwest. The kitchen is to the west, but a sign over
the door cautions "Authorized Personnel Only""
S050: "They cook here, but only a far more generous soul would call it food.
The smell is almost overwhelming. A small closet is north, and you can go back
to the dish room east."
S051: "Someone has left a bottle of cooking oil out on a counter."
S052: "a"
S053: "an"
S054: "an"
S055: "You are standing in a rather cramped closet filled with enough sugared
cereal to rot holes in every tooth on the entire campus - and that's a lot of
teeth. A sturdy metal ladder leads up, and the kitchen is south."
S056: "A ladder runs from the floor through a skylight in the ceiling."
S057: "There is a picture of a grinning demon, clutching a bowl full of
sickly-sweet cereal, and the following copy: "Satan's Sugar Frosted Crunchies!
A delicious, demonic new cereal! Be the darling of major occult churches, and
stoke up your hellfire with Satan Crunchies: a guaranteed summons in every
box!!

(We're Beatrice.)""
S058: "It's what you'd expect: a five cornered star inside a circle, made out
of some silvery metal. The pendant is on a leather thong so you can easily wear
it."
S059: "Up on a slate roof with an unspectacular view of the campus, which, from
this vantage point, rather resembles a sty, what with the muddy paths, wooden
fences, and all. It's actually not in such bad shape right now, given that most
of the little oinkers are home on holiday. The top of a ladder leads down back
into the closet."
S060: "Although you normally enjoy being high, this time it's giving you
vertigo."
S061: "A water pipe used for smoking tobacco and other herbal substances.

Your name and address are burned into the glass. Obviously this belongs to you,
but you have no clue how it found its way to the roof of the cafeteria!
Presumably it was left behind after a particularly lengthy session with Milton.
Now that you've found it, you'd better find a way to get rid of it again before
the cops find it!"
S062: "A cute little glass bong is here."
S063: "You're plodding noisily along a muddy east-west path. Offensive
squelching noises accompany each footstep. Some grey and scraggly trees
punctuate the sides in a half-hearted attempt to make this industrial nightmare
look slightly more natural."
S064: "The campus center is a bizarre building, looking somewhat like a giant
Belgian waffle perched precariously on large concrete pillars. Going east will
take you inside this complex, and the path remains to the west."
S065: "A long stretch of flagstone paved floor leads off to the east. A sign
indicates the music and reading room to the south. The door through which you
entered is west."
S066: "A long stretch of flagstone paved floor runs both east and west. There
are usually many tables filled with ideological zealots hawking a new religion
or ski club or CIA recruitment plan, but right now there is one lone Jesus
Freak table, and it's to the north. Off to the south is the information desk
and lost and found area."
S067: "You're at a T-intersection. The concourse runs east-west, with a branch
to the north. The grey flagstone is as uninspiring here as it is everywhere
else."
S068: "There is an expensive pair of Vuarnet sunglasses here."
S069: "You are at a large table dotted with colourful pamphlets and covered by
a felt sign that sums up the belief system of this particular cult with
admirable brevity: "Jesus is Lord". The concourse passes by to the south."
S070: "some"
S071: "The usual "It's Not Cool To Burn In Hell" kind of stuff, suckering the
unwary into a life devoted to praising Jesus and fattening the wallets of savvy
businessmen."
S072: "A pimply, straggly haired Jesus Freak, his face beaming with the inane
smile of the truly stupid mans the table, passing out pamphlets and shouting
"Jesus loves you!" at unsuspecting passers-by."
S073: "By the glazed look in his eye, you can tell that he's been brainwashed
by some insidious mind-control cult. Currently, he's waving a Barry Manilow
tape and shouting out anti-rock-and-roll slogans."
S074: "The writing on the shell informs you that it contains "Barry Manilow's
Greatest Hits." You imagine it must be rather short."
S075: "Although this place is usually full of bookish types in full-on study
mode, the room is strangely deserted right now. The large (soundproof) glass
doors are north."
S076: "You spot a rather valuable Sony walkman lying on a table."
S077: "It's got all those wonderful modern features - Dolby noise reduction,
UltraThump bass, etcetera."
S078: "Lucky find! It's her best album, "The Dreaming.""
S079: "A giant map of campus, a marble desk, and a lost and found box: these
are the joys of the information desk. The equal thrill of the concourse can be
found to the north."
S080: "the"
S081: "A young woman, presumably the information desk receptionist, lies
slumped over the cool marble, apparently asleep."
S082: "She's fast asleep."
S083: "There's a brass plaque embedded in the desk."
S084: "Some incredibly witty rogue has whited out everything on the map except
for a small dot above the legend "You Are Here.""
S085: ""This reality was designed by Jon Drukman and Derek Pizzuto, with some
assistance late in the day from Mike Wertheim. It was assembled from finest
quality hand-tooled bits by faceless drones of the Scumbag Software
Corporation, all working for minimum wage.""
S086: "an"
S087: "Elevators usually arrive here, but, like everything, it's a bit of a
crap shoot. Only one is currently working, and it is sitting here with its
doors open waiting to take some unsuspecting dupe to the floor of their choice.
The concourse is south."
S088: "the"
S089: "There is an elevator waiting here, its doors open."
S090: "This is the eastern end of the concourse. From the north comes
futuristic sounds and many flashing lights. A door to the east leads outside."
S091: "You are standing on a path east of the campus center. From the north you
hear the quacks of ducks at the campus pond."
S092: "A large grate in the ground belches an unpleasant-smelling cloud of
steam into the air."
S093: "A large grate has been moved aside, allowing access to the storm drain
below."
S094: "You've clambered down a ladder to a rather slimy ledge, and are now up
to your ankles in brackish water. The water swirls around and through the drain
to the southwest."
S095: "You take an experimental step off the ledge and find that the water
quickly becomes far deeper than you feel comfortable with."
S096: "Lying in a small alcove is a metal tool chest."
S097: "A pair of needle-nose pliers, with a blue rubber handgrip."
S098: "This is the pond, crossroads of the campus. Famed for its man-made
beauty and the indigenous strain of ducks which is unbelievably resistant to
ordinary pollutants. They also manage to subsist almost entirely on a diet of
stale bread and popcorn, a mystery which has fascinated many of the country's
eminent zoologists. To the north is the much-reviled Whitmore Administration
Building. The country's tallest public library can be found to the east. A busy
street is west of here, and the Campus Center is gleaming dully off to the
south."
S099: "The library is a masterpiece of engineering. Standing twenty-six stories
tall, it is the tallest public library in the country. Unfortunately, due to a
spectacular oversight, the builders neglected to take into account the weight
of a million books, and the building is sinking into the ground slowly but
surely. Also, bricks keep falling off of it. The entrance is east, and the
quacks of ducks can be heard to the west."
S100: "The lobby here is made of cool marble. Signs point out the Card Catalog
room to the north and the exit to the west."
S101: "Most of the typical card catalog files have been replaced by modern
computer equipment in an attempt to make life much more convenient for the
students. Someone neglected to tell the planners that index cards aren't
subject to power failures or disk crashes, however."
S102: "the"
S103: "There is a small computer terminal here, hooked up to the library
database."
S104: "Due to a rash of book thefts, the library management have installed a
computer which is hooked up to the stacks. All you have to do is type the
nine-character access code of the book you want, and it will be delivered to
you. There is also a small slot in the front of the computer."
S105: "It looks like it could accept something about the size of a credit
card."
S106: "It's called "Thoth," author: Aleister Crowley. A quick scan of the
contents reveal it to be full of all sorts of useful information concerning
drugs, the devil, and occultism."
S107: "many"
S108: "Pages are what one often finds in books."
S109: "It says "My Experiences With LSD." The page is oddly perforated, with a
strange rainbow pattern underneath the text."
S110: "It's got a nifty design of unicorns, dragons and rainbows all over. You
also notice your name and address stamped on the back. Damn your possessive
ways!"
S111: "Imagine all the worst bureaucratic excesses you can, multiply by ten,
and'll you have a fair idea of the thievery and ineptitude that rules in the
Whitmore Administration Building, possibly the most loathed structure on the
entire campus. If you dare, you can enter to the north, or retreat to the
pastoral grace of the pond south."
S112: "You're in the dungeon of doom. There aren't any skeletons chained to the
walls, but I suspect that's because the janitors just finished cleaning this
area a few minutes ago. Unsettling moans of pain and the sound of cash
registers indicate that the Bursar's office is west. You may wimp out to the
south."
S113: "There is an enormous crowd of people here, all waiting in line to get to
the Bursar's office. If you wait in this line, I estimate that it will take 7
years to get to the front."
S114: "You know how some lines are fun to wait in, where there's a sense of
camaraderie and shared experience against a hostile "them"? This isn't one of
them. The people in it are hostile at the best of times. This is clearly not
even close to being the best of times, so their usual hostility has morphed
into spectacularly unusual hostility."
S115: "There is a sign here."
S116: "The castle treasury! Many students have found out the hard way that the
administration can take an infinite amount without giving away one penny. You
may effect your escape to the east."
S117: "A neanderthal bureaucrat (name tag: "Bob.") stands here waiting to make
your life more of a living hell than it already is."
S118: "He's actually reasonably friendly-looking - his name tag has a smiley
face drawn in the "o" in "Bob." It also has a string of digits under the name."
S119: "It's fairly uninteresting bureacratese. The gist of it is that it
entitles the bearer to one night in a campus hotel room for $30."
S120: "Addicted youth stand around video and pinball machines, wiggling their
bodies lewdly, occasionally shouting incomprehensible phrases like "Go fer the
hill!" and "Lionman!" The concourse is back to the south, and light from the
Student Union filters in through a window in a steel door to the east."
S121: "One pinball machine catches your eye."
S122: "One quarter of a US dollar. Round, with milled edges and an engraved
picture of George Washington. Oh yeah, and it says "In God We Trust" on it. How
much detail do you want, anyway? It's just a quarter!"
S123: "an"
S124: "MDMA, also known as ecstasy - the wonder drug that can turn the
grouchiest person in the world into a sickening ball of happiness and goodwill.
I'm not too fond of the stuff, personally."
S125: "It's sort of pearly white with glittery bits in it."
S126: "an"
S127: "Lots of interesting things happen here: crowds rally and riot for their
ideals, heated intellectual debates are fought and won, ideas are sociably
interchanged... but mainly a lot of people stand around staring at the
television sets mounted in the walls. There is a small alcove to the east and a
set of scuffed stairs leads up and down."
S128: "The door is locked."
S129: "This is nothing more than a small recessed area with a meager selection
of vending machines: newspaper and drinks only, really. You can return west to
the Student Union proper."
S130: "Squat and rusting through the bright yellow paint, it claims to offer
the Daily Collegian for a quarter."
S131: "Tall and covered with a fake wood design that puts you in mind of cheap
recreation rooms in suburban tract housing. It claims to offer tea, coffee and
chicken soup for a quarter."
S132: "The headline reads "Tuition Hike Imminent" and goes on to detail how
lack of state funding threatens to nearly double the tuition bill next
semester. You also encounter an article about the new zero tolerance for drugs
initiatives, which hopefully snaps your mind right back to your current
predicament."
S133: "Sitting in the vending machine's dispensing slot is a cup of chicken
noodle soup."
S134: "Sort of yellowish, with gray bits of meat, and noodles that have
definitely seen better days."
S135: "Sitting in the vending machine's dispensing slot is a cup of tea."
S136: "Personally, I like it with lemon and milk, but whoever designed the
drinks machine didn't agree. Suffice to say that a real tea drinker would be
appalled."
S137: "Sitting in the vending machine's dispensing slot is a cup of coffee."
S138: "It's a styrofoam cup of brownish coffee, although it looks more like a
styrofoam cup of brownish industrial drain opener."
S139: "This is a long and broad staircase which leads to the RSO offices. It,
like most staircases, leads up and down."
S140: "The offices of many diverse student groups litter this corridor, in both
the literal and figurative senses. There is a staircase at the south end of the
hall. There are no lights on in any of the offices, except for one which is to
the north."
S141: "All the office doors in that direction are locked."
S142: "This place displays what is really wrong with America today. You've got
your George Bush photos on the wall, PMRC literature scattered on a table,
"Come Back George - All Is Forgiven" bumper stickers and other offensive
paraphernalia."
S143: "By the odious smell of elephant, you judge the fellow in the pinstripe
suit to be a Republican. His name tag says "HELLO MY NAME IS M. Greg Rothman
(but my friends call me "M")""
S144: "For one thing, he's an obnoxious bastard. Also, he's clearly upset -
probably about the Democrats being back in power. But then again, what do you
expect from a Republican? Currently, he's fingering a small postal scale that
looks suspiciously like scales used for measuring bags of marijuana. His intent
is more political, as he is weighing propaganda booklets for mailing."
S145: "Your initials and student ID are engraved into the metal. Although it
seemed like a good idea at the time, you realize that perhaps discretion would
have been smarter. Live and learn."
S146: "A small metal scale, used for weighing letters usually, although also
used for drugs at times, is here."
S147: "This is the main road through campus. The pond lies east, and a modern
looking building sits on the west side of the road. University Ave splits off
here to the north."
S148: "This is a smaller thoroughfare that winds its away around campus.
Unfortunately, you're not going to be able to do a whole lot of winding with it
because there is a police roadblock set up to the north. You can return to
Pleasant Street to the south."
S149: "Flansburgh is in the more "modern" area of campus (which means that it
was built in the 1960s and looks ridiculously dated now). You notice entirely
too much brown mahogany trim, some more of that pathetic shubbery, and a door
leading in to the east."
S150: "It contains a few addresses of Keith's regular customers. Your name is
prominent among them."
S151: "The incriminating address book is here!"
S152: "The lobby is an airy and open space, dominated by a grand spiral
staircase, which leads up and down. You can see a continuous hustle of activity
happening above - cops are moving around and conversing at the top of the
stairs."
S153: "I won't allow you to walk straight into the arms of the law."
S154: "This is a sooty, smelly basement. Damp patches of mildew shine on the
wall, reflecting the light of a naked, grime-coated, 60-watt bulb. A large
trash incinerator is visible at the north end of the basement, about 50 feet
away."
S155: "This small corner of the basement is even grimier and smellier than the
previous bit. At least it is warm and dry, mainly due to the presence of a huge
trash incinerator."
S156: "Orange flames leap around in the interior, making you sweat."
S157: "You are standing outside the University Health Center which serves the
Five College area residents, students and non-students alike. You can enter to
the west, or head east, back out to Pleasant Street."
S158: "The lobby is a functional area (read: dead boring), featuring a glass
case filled with "Safe Sex" informational displays. Signs point out the
convenient pharmacy to the west, the comfortable waiting room to the north, and
the inviting exit to the east."
S159: "The pharmacy area is predominantly populated by students waiting for
diet pills, birth control pills, or tranquilizers (which they will take when
either of the first two fail). A sign points out the beautifully manicured
lobby to the east."
S160: "the"
S161: "A white-smocked pharmacist stands behind the window, waiting to help
you."
S162: "two"
S163: "Just two pills in a paper packet."
S164: "They've really got it all here - old magazines, hardwood chairs, boring
safe sex pamphlets, you name it. They've also got a sign pointing west to the
skilled Doctor's office, and the refreshingly oxygen-rich lobby to the south."
S165: "Doctor's offices always have an air of sickness about them, which is
just another bitter irony. Anyway, this is a fairly typical example of its
species. Dr Floyd's degree is on the wall, and you also spot a jar of tongue
depressors, some rubber gloves, lubricants, etc. You can get out to the east,
if you run."
S166: "It says that Dr. Floyd graduated from the School Of Hard Knocks, class
of '89. Come to think of it, on closer inspection, it looks like a novelty
diploma you might find in a cereal box... and Dr. Floyd's name is written in in
crayon! Ulp..."
S167: "Dr. Floyd is here, wearing a long white coat and sitting behind his
desk."
S168: "Dr. Floyd is tall, boyish, probably in his mid 30's and somewhat
absent-minded."
S169: "It's a prescription for a trial-size pack of valium."
S170: "This is actually a very nice place to relax _ overstuffed sofas and tall
picture windows provide a comfortable environment in which to chill, read the
paper, or just blow off classes. The main desk is to the north."
S171: "You're in a small elevator which reeks of tobacco. Knife-carved graffiti
adorns the walls."
S172: "Some limericks in poor taste, and an ornate "JD was here" are the most
eye-catching."
S173: "A small panel of buttons is located to the left of the door."
S174: "There are three, labeled "H," "L," and "C.""
S175: "Supposedly you can get a room here, but I've never heard of anyone
actually managing the trick. When you decide to give up, the lobby is south."
S176: "Standing behind the front desk is a perky looking hotel employee."
S177: "This little waiting area smells slightly of disinfectant and gives way
to a hall full of rooms, to the west."
S178: "You are in your room at the hotel. You wonder briefly about the mental
state of the interior designer who thought up this color scheme, and hope to
yourself that he or she faced a slow and painful death, preferably involving
thousands of stinging insects. There is a door to the south."

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