KHV Plays Text Adventures

Well this sucks

-Ask Prosser to switch places-

 

I don't know the word "places".

 

~Throw mud at Prosser~

 

That's easy for you to say, since you don't even have the ground.

 

~Follow Ford~

 

You have no idea where Ford Prefect is.

 

~Go south~

 

You can't do that while you're lying down!

 

The bulldozer driver gives a quick chew of his gum and slams in the clutch. The bulldozer piles into the side of your home.

Your home collapses in a cloud of dust, and a stray flying brick hits you squarely on the back of the head. You try to think of some suitable last words, but what with the confusion of the moment and the spinning of your head, you are unable to compose anything pithy and expire in silence.

[There's more to this. I'll post your results like normal when it gets there.]

 

You keep out of this, you're dead. An ambulance arrives.

[I'm going to ignore that because this death is particularly entertaining.]

 

You keep out of this, you're dead and should be concentrating on developing a good firm rigor mortis. You are put in the ambulance, which drives away.

 

For a dead person you are talking too much. As the ambulance reaches the mortuary a fleet of Vogon Constructor ships unexpectedly arrives and demolishes the Earth to make way for a new hyperspace bypass.

We are about to give you your score. Put on your peril-sensitive sunglasses now. (Hit RETURN or ENTER when ready.) >

Your score is 10 of a possible 400, in 23 turns.

Would you like to start over, restore a saved position, or end this session of the game?
(Type RESTART, RESTORE, or QUIT): >Restore KHV_BossedUp

Ok

[Ford is still offering you the towel.]

 

[Changed to "Talk to Ford" because of syntax.]
Hmmm ... Ford Prefect looks at you expectantly, as if you seemed to be about to talk.

 

Talk to ford about bulldozer.

 

This sentence isn't one I recognize.