#frotz

[asspull3x]

Kinda funky how "open it, read it" works. First, the automatic listing of things in the room description sets "it" to the mailbox. I enter two commands on one line. The first is parsed as "open mailbox", and the default "open container" handler sets "it" to the leaflet. Then the second command is parsed as "read leaflet", which causes an implicit take.

It makes sense when you think about it, but "open it, read it" on its own... not as much I think.

[joelsgp]

😳

[kawaoneechan]

Testing some Infocom games on the A3X port of Frotz. Seems to work nicely, to be honest.

How can you tell this isn't just DOS Frotz, though?

The answer: there's five lines too many.

Startup menu, just because the A3X has no concept of command-line arguments... yet?

[felixpuntnl]

ik had julllie een spasona-pocalypse beloofd maar mijn hoofd zit helaas elders

um uhhh, als ik er aan toe kom teken ik mijn spasonas weer!

[sashketter]

Been jumping between chapters, writing the series about Riyo Chuchi and the Clone Underground. This scene came up completely unbidden and I love it. Hope y'all do, too. Warning: it's Rexiyo themed.

~~~

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Rex jerks awake. Riyo pins him to the bed, his left arm wrapped around her sleeping body curled around his side. Moonlight still streams in, high and incandescent, from the large windows. He fumbles with his free hand on the bedside table until he finds his comlink.

“Rex here,” he whispers.

“Rex! Where have you been?” Howzer sounds stressed, as always. “How long does it take to debrief the senator?”

Sounds of a commotion flood out of the speaker. Rex swings the comlink over the bedside, hoping the noise didn’t wake Riyo. She inhales, shifts her shoulders, and settles her head closer to his. He waits for her breathing to even out before resuming the call.

On the other side of the transmission, Rex hears the unmistakable voices of his brothers. They hush each other in turns.

“Leave him alone!” Gregor chirps. “If the senator wants to show him a good time—”

“What?” Howzer is incredulous. “We don’t have ti—” The sound of plastoid hitting plastoid stops him short. “Ow! Frotz tun!”

Gregor giggles. “What? Was that—” Sharp grunts turn into muted shouts and curses in Basic and Twi’leki before Echo’s gruff voice chimes in.

“Sorry, Rex. Uh, just wanted to let you know we’ve got everything locked down here at the base.” Echo tries his best to sound in control, but Rex can sense his exasperation.

Gregor’s laugh cuts through in the background, distant but audible. “Oh, ho ho ho! You’re gonna have to do better than that, ca— Mmph!” A muffled crash moves the captains out of earshot. Echo must have snuck the comlink away.

Echo sighs. “Just tell the senator we’re fine.”

Rex smiles. “Will do. Thanks, Echo. I’ll be back in half a rotation. Over and out.”

~~~

I love the image of a red-faced Howzer tackling a giggling Gregor over a line of crates and Echo, off to the side, just shaking his head and palming his face. He traded one rowdy squad for another lol

And according to at least two unverified sources, "frotz tun" means "fuck you" in Twi'leki. You're welcome.

[fizzyginfizz]

Last Line Tag Game

Rules: Make a new post and post your latest line from your WIP and tag as many people as there are words (Or choose chaos, surrender to the fact you are terrible at this game, post the last full beat to prove you're still alive and tag a random number of people)

Thanks for the tag @honeydukesheroine @turanga4 @ginnyw-potter

"For f-f-frotzing sake, Bill's such a leviosa mum! I have two parents already - who needs a bonus one?" "Harry Potter?" McGonagall and Lupin droned, practically in harmony. McGonagall's teapot began whistling an inappropriately cheerful ditty. "Fine alright whatever, perspective gained," Ginny grumbled. "Consider me shamed."

No pressure at all tags - I just love your WIPs @deadwoodpecker @corneliaavenue-ao3 @seriouslysam8 @takearisk-ao3 @four2andnew

[golmac]

Inform Basics (#17: your project)

I've said it before: we've covered enough material for you to start your own Inform 7 project, even if you are a beginner like me. Let's take a break from coding to talk a bit about development environments.

Have you downloaded an Inform 7 Integrated Developemnt Environment (IDE for short) yet? If you've been clicking on my code snippets, you've already encountered Borogove, an online IDE for not only Inform 7 but several other IF development platforms. Its ability to share live snippets of code that are fully functional in many forum softwares is rather amazing and makes it easer to assist other developers in need.

Nevertheless, I don't recommend it for creating a full-fledged game. Why is that?

No external file support for features like images, sound, and other shared documents.

The Index is not fully functional, as it does not contain links to either default or custom actions.

Borogove does not support Inform 7's table of contents feature (more on this in a minute).

My understanding is that it does support external files for Inkle and others, but not Inform 7. While I encourage using the snippets as a great way to share and demonstrate code, Borogove falls short of the standard Inform 7 IDEs. Windows, MacOS, and Linux are supported. You can find and download the latest versions here:

Note that Windows Defender and other antivirus softwares tend to mistakenly flag the interpreter executables--git, frotz, and glulxe--as malicious. This has been reported to Microsoft repeatedly, but the files have yet to be whitelisted. If you get an error about these files, you can consider it a false positive.

After installing the IDE, you'll find a two-panel layout. By default, the left pane is for entering and reading source code, while the right pane contains a playable instance of your compiled code. You can compile and recompile by clicking "go" at the top-left of the application window.

My practice is to create a backup of a project every couple of days, while compiling frequently as I work. In informal polling, Inform 7 authors of varying levels of skill tend to do the same.

On to the main purpose of this post: using Inform 7's built-in features to organize your program. Let's look at an automatically generated table of contents for Repeat the Ending, which is among the larger (code-wise) Inform 7 games. The left-hand pane of the IDE shows tabs at the right and top edges. The top tabs are "source" and "contents." This is a screenshot of the contents tab.

See the slider at the bottom? Inform 7's automatically generated TOC features five tiers by default, and the slider can be used to dictate the level of detail displayed. Those tiers are as follows:

Volume (top level)

Book

Part

Chapter

Section (bottom level)

We can use these tiers in our code, and the IDE will detect them automatically. The practice looks like this:

Volume 1 - Global

It's as simple as that. We have a lot of freedom in what we say there. That isn't to say there aren't restrictions:

The heading must have a blank line above and below it.

The heading cannot contain characters that have specific functions in Inform 7 code. No periods, colons, semicolons, and the like.

The heading must begin with one of the five designations (volume, book, part, chapter, and section)

You have a lot of freedom in terms of how to order your code. I've gotten the impression that I do things differently, but I like the way my approach works.

For top-level headings, I used the following:

global: used to define verbs, data, kinds, variables, the player characters, and so forth. All things that apply to the game and its world generally.

the game: the actual geography, things, and specific action responses.

the companion text: the entirety of the Reader's Guide to Repeat the Ending.

the artwork: I chose to maintain the rules governing the display of artwork and alt descriptions separately.

mix and match: a true mixture of various late stage requirements.

Regarding mix and match: some rules in Inform 7 must follow related rules. For instance, a region (a group of individual rooms that can be dealt with as a collective) must follow the room definitions. For this reason I decided to define certain rules related to regions at the end, even if they seem to be global rules. This is the way that those late definitions were used:

The game world is a region. The eighties and the 90s are in the game world. Energy is a backdrop. Energy is in the game world. Instead of doing anything to the energy: say "It doesn't work that way. Entropic magic requires specificity.".

Sometimes, things just make sense at the end. I also kept all of my test scripts there.

How should you build your TOC? While you can see my example above, give equal or greater consideration to what will be easiest for you to read and update. The TOC is a tool to for you to manage your project. If it doesn't make intuitive sense to you, it's worthless. Think about the way you process information and build from there.

I hope this is helpful! Consider maintaining a test/scratch project where you can keep copies of useful code and test the cases we discuss here. Feel free to AMA!

Next: scenery and backdrops.

[thecrazyworldbuilder]

A large list of names encrypted with the Inglosh cryptolang.

Adu Alroch Alroki Andirwuud Arsale Ati Attu Awi Bachenen Back Backliy Backnir Balluck Barch Bargiss Barki Barks Barnitt Barns Barros Bart Bartun Bash Batlir Beair Bekir Beldwon Bell Bellerd Benks Beoliy Beord Berbere Berbir Berkir Berluw Bernis Bernitt Berr Berrire Berritt Berrun Berry Bertlitt Bertun Bess Bestoen Betis Bettli Bextir Bialeh Bick Bickir Bicky Biech Bien Bierd Biesliy Biet Biete Bietroci Bill Bilonde Bin Bindir Binidokt Binjemon Binnitt Binsun Bintliy Bintun Birg Birgir Birnd Birneditti Birnerd Birnoci Birry Birthe Birtrem Bissoi Bist Bith Bitheny Bitsy Bitty Bivirly Bleck Bleckbarn Bleckwill Bleki Blence Blencherd Blenchi Blenkinshop Bleor Blivons Boenke Boll Bolloi Bolly Bord Boshup Braci Branu Bred Bredfurd Bredliy Bredshew Bredy Brench Brendo Brendun Brendy Brey Brinde Brinnen Brint Britt Briwir Brodgis Brodgit Broen Broggs Broght Brott Brotteny Bruck Bruuki Bruuks Bruwn Bruwnong Bryen Bryent Bub Bubboi Bubby Budu Bultun Bund Bunnir Bunnoi Buukir Buuni Buuth Buwin Buwirs Buwmen Buyd Buyir Buyli Byirs Byrd Byrun

Cammongs Cannonghem Carry Cartos Cebrire Celdirun Celdwill Celhuan Cellehen Celvon Cemechu Cemirun Cemolli Cempbill Cempus Cendeci Cendoci Cennun Centa Centrill Ceon Cerdines Ceriy Cerl Cerle Cerlsun Cerlus Cermin Cerniy Cerpintir Cerr Cerroi Cerrollu Cerrull Cersun Certir Cerul Ceruli Cerulone Ceruloni Cerulyn Cervir Cesh Cesi Cesiy Cessendre Cestenide Cestollu Cestru Cethironi Cethy Charch Ched Chembirs Chen Chendlir Cheng Cheniy Chepmen Cherlini Cherlis Cherloi Cherlutti Chesi Cheviz Chilsie Chin Chirry Chiryl Chistir Chros Chroste Chrostil Chrostinsin Chrostoen Chrostoi Chrostone Chrostoni Chrostuf Chrostuphir Chrosty Ciciloe Cicol Cicoloe Ciloe Cirventis Cleadi Cleadoe Cleori Clere Clerinci Clerk Clerki Cley Cleytun Climints Climuns Clivilend Cloffurd Cloftun Cloni Clontun Clydi Condy Craz Creft Creni Creog Crewfurd Crostone Crusby Cruss Crystel Cuartniy Cubb Cuchren Cudy Cuffiy Cuhin Culby Culi Culimen Culliin Culloir Cullons Cultun Culun Cumbs Cumptun Cunliy Cunnir Cunnoi Cunred Cunstenci Cuntrires Cunwey Cupilend Cure Curiy Curone Curtiz Cury Cuti Cuttun Cuuk Cuuki Cuuliy Cuupir Cux Cynthoe Dadliy Daeni Daffy Daki Dancen Danlep Dann Daren Darhem Daston Deaghirty Degmer Degubirt Deli Deltun Den Dene Denny Denoil Denoilli Denoils Deosy Derle Derlini Derrill Derrin Derryl Deryl Devi Devinpurt Devod Devodsun Devos Dewn Dewsun Dey Dibboi Dibre Dibureh Dickir Dien Dienne Dijisas Dilecraz Dileniy Dilgedu Diliun Dille Diloe Diluris Dinnos Dinosi Dirik Dirrock Disorii Dockirsun Docksun Doene Doeni Doenne Doenni Doez Doidroch Doitir Doitiroch Doitroch Dollerd Dollun Doxoi Doxun Dreki Duagles Dudsun Duluris Dumongaiz Dun Duneld Duneldsun Dunne Dunuven Dure Duriin Duros Dursiy Duruthy Dutsun Duwns Duyli Dweyni Dwoght Dyir

Eadriy Eagast Earock Easton Ecividu Ecuste Ede Edem Edems Edilhiod Edili Edkons Edroen Edroinni Edulf Eerun Egaoler Egaorri Egnis Elbirt Elbirte Elbirtu Elen Elfrid Elfridu Elfurd Elix Elixendir Elixendre Elixos Ellen Ellin Ellosun Elmat Elme Eloci Elocoe Elone Elosun Elstun Eluos Elveredu Elveriz Elvon Elwon Elysse Embir Emeloe Emende Emiloe Emy Endirsun Endri Endrie Endries Endriw Endriws Endy Ene Engil Engile Engiloce Engiloke Engilone Engoi Enn Enne Enneloisi Enni Enniloisi Ennilosi Ennitti Ennoi Enote Ensger Enthuny Entun Entunoe Entunou Entuonitti Eprol Erlini Ermendu Ermon Ermstrung Erndt Ernuld Erthar Eshliy Estrod Etkons Etkonsun Eviry Evole Exil Eyele Eyirs Faintis Fallir Faltun Fealknir Fennoi Feoth Ferliy Fermir Ferrill Feyi Filocoe Filox Firdonend Firgasun Firnendiz Firnendu Firrill Flimong Flitchir Flure Flurinci Fluris Fluroen Fluwirs Fluyd Flynn Fogairue Foilds Fonch Fonliy Foschir Foshir Fotzgireld Fotzpetrock Freaki Frencis Frencos Frencoscu Frencu Frenk Frenklon Frenks Frenz Frezoir Frid Friddoi Fride Fridirock Fridrok Friimen Frinch Froidimenn Froidroch Frotz Frust Fry Fryi Fuliy Furbis Furd Furimen Fustir Fuwlir Fux

Gaedelapi Gairre Gairriru Ganthir Gaodu Gathroi Gatoirriz Gay Gazmen Gebroil Gebroili Gelleghir Gelligus Gelluwey Gembli Geol Geonis Gercoe Gerdnir Gernir Gerritt Gerrosun Gery Gerze Getis Gey Geyli Gibherd Gini Ginive Ginivoivi Gintry Gird Gireld Gireldoni Girerd Girherdt Girmer Girnut Girt Girtradi Giurg Giurgi Giurgoe Gledys Gless Glin Glinde Glinn Gluroe Gluvir Gobbs Gobsun Golbirt Golis Goll Gollispoi Golloem Golmuri Gone Gongir Gosile Gosilhir Greci Grehem Grent Grevis Grey Grig Grigury Griin Griini Griir Gritchin Grite Griti Gritil Groffon Groffoth Gromis Gruss Guald Guff Guldin Gumiz Gunzelis Gunzeliz Gurdun Guttfroid Guttloib Guttschelk Gutz Guud Guudmen Guudwon Gwin Gwindulyn Habberd Habir Habirt Hadsun Haff Haffmen Hagh Haghis Hall Hamphriy Hant Hantir Harliy Harst Hatchonsun Hehn Heli Heliy Hell Hemmund Hemoltun Hemptun Hencuck Heniy Henneh Henni Henniluri Hens Hensin Hensun Herdon Herdong Herdy Hereld Hermun Herpir Herrill Herroit Herrongtun Herros Herrosun Herry Hert Hertmen Heruld Herviy Hetfoild Hettoi Hewkons Heydin Heyis Heynis Heys Hezil Hibirt Hictur Hidy Hied Hieth Hiethir Hilge Hilgi Hilin Hiline Hillmath Hilmat Hilmath Hindirsun Hindrocks Hindrox Hinroitte Hinry Hinsliy Hinsun Hiodimeroi Hiodo Hionir Hiono Hionroch Hionu Hionz Hirbirt Hirmen Hirmenn Hirmoni Hirnendiz Hirrire Hirrong Hirwog Hiss Histir Hiwott Hockmen Hocks Hoggons Holde Holdi Holdigerd Holl Holme Honis Hontun Huasi Huastun Hubbs Hudgi Hudgis Huffmen Hugen Hulcumb Huldin Huldir Hulgir Hullend Hulluwey Hully Hulmen Hulmis Hult Hupi Hupkons Huppir Hurn Hurni Hurst Hurtun Huud Huupir Huuvir Huwerd Huwi Huwill Hydi

Iagini Iale Ianoci Ibuny Idaerdu Iddoi Idger Idmand Idne Idoth Idwerd Idwerds Idwon Ierl Ietun Ikkiherd Ileoni Ilfroidi Ilienur Iline Ilki Ille Illin Illos Illosun Illoutt Ilmer Ilmir Ilose Ilozebith Ilse Ilsoi Iluosi Ilvore Imirsun Imme Immiroch Imol Imoloi Imoly Inglend Inglosh Inroqai Iolherd Ioliin Irherd Irme Irnist Irnistoni Iroc Iroce Irocksun Irok Iroke Iron Isponuze Issoi Isthir Istilli Istis Istrede Ithil Ive Ivens Ivilyn Iviritt Iweld Iwong Jadoth Jady Jaen Jaene Jaenote Jaeriz Jaloe Jaloen Jaloi Jalou Jani Japp Jargin Jastoci Jaston Jatte Jeck Jeckoi Jecksun Jecqailoni Jecqailyn Jecub Jecubs Jecubsun Jemis Jemoi Jen Jene Jeni Jenit Jenoci Jenoi Jenos Jeomi Jerid Jervos Jesmoni Jesun Jevoir Jey Jien Jienitti Jienni Jiennitti Jiennoi Jiff Jiffirsun Jiffiry Jiffriy Jinkons Jinne Jinnofir Jinnoi Jinnongs Jinny Jinsin Jirimy Jirmeoni Jirry Jirumi Jisas Jissi Jissoce Jissoi Joll Jom Jominiz Jommoi Jommy Ju Judo Judy Juechom Juen Juenn Juenne Juenni Juhenn Juhenne Juhennis Juhn Juhnnoi Juhnny Juhns Juhnstun Juhnsun Jui Juil Jun Junes Junethen Junis Jurden Jurg Jurgi Jushae Jusi Jusifone Jusiph Jusiphoni Just Juy Juyci Juynir

Kart Keafmen Keni Kere Kerin Kerl Kerle Kerlhionz Kero Keron Kerstin Kethironi Kethliin Kethryn Kethy Keti Ketje Ketoi Ketron Ketrone Ketye Key Keyle Killir Killiy Killo Killoi Killy Kimp Kin Kindre Kinnidy Kinnith Kint Kioth Kirr Kirry Kirston Kivon Kiy Kleas Kleas-pitir Klion Kloni Knepp Knoght Knuwlis Knux Kodd Kom Kombirly Kong Konniy Korby Kork Korklend Kremir Kroste Krostin Krosto Krostoi Kroston Krostone Krostoni Krosty Krystel Kuch Kunred Kyli Laces Lacoe Lacolli Lacy Ladwog Lakes Lale Lane Laos Latuld Latz Laz Leare Learin Learoi Ledosleas Lemb Lembirt Lencestir Lenci Lendry Lene Leng Lengliy Leni Lere Lerry Lers Lersin Lersun Letuye Levirni Lewrinci Lewsun Li Liblenc Liech Lieh Lii Lile Line Liogh Liruy Lisloi Listir Litocoe Liu Liun Liune Liunerd Livon Livoni Livy Liwos Lluyd Loene Loisl Lole Lolloen Lolloi Londe Londsey Londsiy Lone Losbith Lose Lottli Lovongstun Luaille Luaos Luaosi Lugen Lule Lung Lunnoi Luos Lupiz Lure Lurine Lurini Lurintz Luritte Luro Lurreoni Luther Lutt Luvi Luwi Luwiry Lydoe Lynch Lynde Lynitti Lynn Lynni Lyuns

Maillir Mallin Mallons Manuz Maroil Marphy Marrey McBrodi McCalluagh McCell McCerthy McCerty McClari McCleon McCrey McCunnill McCurmock McCuy McDenoil McDuneld McDuwill McFeddin McFerlend McGaori McGii McGuwen McKey McKii McKinzoi McKnoght McKonniy McLeaghlon McLien McLiud Mcmehun Mcmollen Mcniol Mcontush Mcontyri Mcphirsun Meariin Mearoci Mebil Mebli Mecduneld Meck Mecoes Meddin Meddux Mediloni Megdeline Meggoi Mei Meldunedu Melti Meluni Melvone Memoi Menail Mendy Menn Mennong Merc Mercas Mercille Mercoe Mergairoti Mergerit Mergeriti Mergerote Mergoi Merjuroi Merk Merks Merlini Meroas Meroe Meroen Meroenni Meroi Merolyn Merone Merou Meroun Merqaiz Mersh Mershe Mershell Merte Merthe Merton Mertoniz Mervon Mery Meryenn Messiy Mesun Methiw Methiws Methos Metthiw Metthiws Metthoes Mettoi Mex Mexomoloen Mexoni Mexwill Mey Meyir Meynerd Meys Meyu Miderd Midone Mieduws Migen Mighen Mijoe Milbe Milenoi Milindiz Milonde Milosse Miltun Miludy Milvon Mindiz Minduze Mionred Mircedu Mircidis Mircir Miridoth Mirroll Mirrott Miyir Miyirs Mocheil Mocheile Mochiel Mochil Mochili Mochilli Moddlitun Mogail Moki Moldrid Molis Mollir Molls Moltun Molu Mondy Monne Monnoi Morcu Morende Morku Moroem Mosty Motchill Mully Mulone Mune Munoce Munoke Munoqai Munrui Muntgumiry Muntuye Murelis Muren Murgen Murinu Muron Murotz Murros Murrosun Murruw Mursi Murtun Musis Musliy Muss Muudy Muun Muuniy Muuri Myirs Myre Myrtli Naniz Nedoni Nency Nenni Nesh Neteloi Neteshe Nethen Nethenoil Neumo Neverru Ngayin Niel Nilloi Nilsun Niol Nittoi Niwmen Niwtun Nochules Nochuli Nochuls Nochulsun Noculeas Nocules Noculi Noilsin Noivis Nokule None Noveldu Noxun Nubli Nuil Nulen Nure Nurme Nurmen Nurros Nurtun

Ode Oen Olune Omilde Ongrem Ongrod Ongu Oniz Orini Orme Oros Orwon Ose Osebil Osebille Oseec Oven Packitt Pagh Peal Peale Pealitti Pealoni Pechicu Peci Pedolle Pegi Pelmir Pem Pemile Perk Perkir Perks Perrosh Persuns Pet Peti Petil Petrock Petrocoe Petsy Pettirsun Petto Pettun Petty Peyni Philps Phollop Phollops Pholop Pholopp Pholoppe Phyllos Pick Pidru Pierl Piersun Piggy Pine Pinnongtun Pinny Piriz Pirkons Pirry Pitir Pitirs Pitirsin Pitirsun Pitty Pockitt Poirci Pottmen Potts Praott Prett Pristun Proci Pronci Proscolle Pullerd Pupi Purtir Puttir Putts Puuli Puwill Puwirs Qaonn

Rabin Raby Radulph Raoz Rash Rassill Rassu Rat Rath Ratlidgi Real Recheil Rechil Refeil Relph Remoriz Remsiy Remun Remune Remus Rendell Rendulph Rendy Reonir Reqail Resmassin Retloff Rey Reymund Rhudis Rhunde Ribicce Rigone Rigoneld Riid Riisi Riivis Rini Rinii Riod Riolly Rionherd Rionhuld Riyis Riynulds Rocerdu Roch Rocherd Rocherds Rocherdsun Rochinze Rochmund Roci Rock Rocky Roddli Roggs Roliy Rote Rous Roves Rovire Rovirs Rubbons Rubirsun Rubirt Rubirte Rubirts Rubirtsun Rubirtu Rublis Rubon Rubonsun Rubyn Ruche Ruchilli Rudgirs Rudniy Rudrogaiz Rudroqaiz Ruech Rugir Rugirs Rujes Rulend Rulf Rullons Rumen Rumiru Run Runeld Runnoi Ruse Ruselis Ruseloi Ruserou Rusi Rusimeroi Rusimery Rusoi Rusone Russ Ruth Ruwi Ruwlend Ruxenni Ruy Ryen Saeriz Sai Salloven Sammirs Sasen Sasenni Sasoi Sattun Sazenni Schaltz Schmodt Schniodir Schruidir Schwertz Scutt Seandirs Seboni Sebrone Sedoi Seles Selezer Selly Selones Selvedur Sem Semail Sementhe Sempsun Senchiz Sendir Sendirs Sendre Senduvel Sendy Senfurd Sentene Sentoegu Sentus Sere Sereh Sergint Sevegi Sewyir Sheffir Sheni Shennun Shero Sherp Sherpi Sherun Shew Shewn Shewne Shilliy Shilly Shiloe Shiltun Shiole Shiperd Shiphird Shipperd Shirmen Shiro Shirro Shirry Shiryl Shoilds Shorliy Shurt Sibestoen Sien Siers Sillirs Silme Sirgou Sirrenu Sith Siviron Sixtun Skonnir Sletir Sluen Smell Smoth Snodir Snuw Snydir Sodniy Sogmand Sogosmand Soigfroid Solve Solvoe Sommuns Sompsun Soms Somun Songlitun Sperks Spiers Spinci Spincir Staert Steciy Stecy Steffurd Stenliy Stentun Sterk Stifenoe Stiili Stille Stion Stiphenoi Stiphin Stiphins Stiphinsun Stivi Stivin Stivins Stivinsun Stiwert Strocklend Strung Stuat Stukis Stuni Sulos Sulumun Sunje Sunoe Sunye Suphoe Suphoi Suse Sutu Svin Svinje Swensun Swiiniy Swiit Sykis Sylvistir Sylvoe

Tackir Tarnir Tebothe Telliy Temere Temmy Temo Tennir Tenye Tere Teshe Teti Teylur Thilme Thirise Thiuduri Thumes Thumpsun Thurntun Tid Tirise Tiro Tirrenci Tirrill Tirrinci Tirro Tirry Toffeny Tollmen Tom Tomu Tomuthy Tone Trajollu Treciy Treco Trecy Tren Trevos Trivonu Trocoe Truy Tuboes Tudd Tum Tummy Tuno Tuny Tunye Turris Tuwnsind Tylir Tyruni Tysun Ubroin Uchue Ucunnur Udum Udunnill Ulef Ulge Ulloi Ulovi Ulovir Ulovoe Ulsin Ulsun Uniel Uniol Unioll Upel Ure Urr Urtige Urtoz Urtrad Usburn Usburni Uscer Uthmer Uttu Uttumer Uwin Uwins

Veaghen Veaghn Veldiz Velincoe Velintoni Velinzaile Veliroi Veltir Venci Veng Venisse Verges Vesqaiz Vezqaiz Vige Vilesqaiz Vilezqaiz Viliz Vilme Vire Virne Virnun Virunoce Vocko Vockoi Vocky Voctur Vocturoe Vollerriel Voncint Vonsun Vorgol Vorgonoe Voule Voulit Vovoen Vullreth Wedi Wegnir Welkir Well Welleci Wellir Wells Welsh Weltir Weltirs Weltun Wende Werd Weri Wernir Werrin Weshongtun Wetirs Wetkons Wetsun Wetts Weyni Whiilir Whotekir Whotfoild Whoti Whotihied Whotliy Whotniy Wibb Wibir Wibstir Wievir Wiiks Wilch Wills Windy Winzil Wioss Wirnhir Wirnir Wisliy Wist Woggons Woibki Wolcux Woldir Wolhilm Wolhilmone Woliy Wolkirsun Wolkons Wolkonsun Wollerd Wolloem Wolloems Wolloemsun Wolloi Wollos Wolme Wolsun Woltrad Wonfroid Wonofrid Wontirs Wosi Wott Wroght Wulf Wulfgeng Wulfi Wung Wurkmen Wuud Wuuderd Wuuds Wuudwerd Wuutin Wyett Wynn Xinoe Yeng Yetis Yuang Yulende Yurk Yvitti Yvunni Zecheryebbutt Zemure Zommirmenechom

[templeofshame]

Plover the river and frotz the woods...

(Xavid's is v cool

)

[devilishdescent]

[beaten and bloody] Faphrd and the Gray [the CIA agent overseeing my interrogation hits me across the face] the Gay Gooner. [spits blood] by Frotz Le[they hit me again]

[bandnameserver]

Mumble Frotz

[wupepolexo]

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           Der Vorstand im Organisationsgefüge der Aktiengesellschaft 3 Vgl. Lücke in Lücke/Schaub, Beck'sches Mandatshandbuch Vorstand der AG, 2. Aufl. 2010,. Beschwerdeausschusses der Selbstregulierung Informationswirtschaft e.V. • Vorstandsvorsitzender der NIFIS Beck'sches Mandatshandbuch Due Diligence. 2 Zitiervorschlag: Autor in Kalss/Frotz/Schörghofer, Handbuch Vorstand Aufl Rz 58; Klose in Lücke/Schaub, Beck sches Mandats Handbuch, Vorstand der AG, (2) Im Juli 1997 beschloss der BEWAG-Vorstand die Generalsa- 81 Beck'sches Mandats-Handbuch (Hrsg. Oliver Lücke), Vorstand der AG, München 2004, S 252.Beck'sches Mandatshandbuch Vorstand der AG von. Dr. Tilman Eckert, Dr. Heiner Feldhaus, Uwe Freyschmidt, Dr. Bernd Graßl, Dr. Benedikt Hohaus, Dr. Christoph. Bernhard (Hrsg.): Beck'sches Mandatshandbuch, Vorstand der AG, 2. Auflage, München 2010; Lunk, Stefan: Die Verdachtskündigung: Eine Rechtsfigur vor dem Mandatshandbuch Vorstand der AG, 2004, § 6 Rz. 61; Spindler in MünchKomm. AktG, 3. Aufl. 2008, § 93 AktG Rz. 47; Thümmel, Persönliche Haftung von Mana-. Autor in Kalss/Frotz/Schörghofer, Handbuch Vorstand (2017) Rz ../. Beck'sches Mandats Handbuch, Vorstand der AG, 2. Aufl 2010; Lutter in FS Canaris, 87 Vertretungsberechtigung · 88 Vorstandssprecher · 89 Vorstandsvorsitzender · 90 Wettbewerbsverbote Mandatshandbuch Arbeitsre… Lücke, Oliver: Vorstand der AG, in: Beck´sches Mandatshandbuch, 2004, Beck,. München. Weiterhin räumte der neue Vorstandsvorsitzende der Bahn – Dr. Der Vorstand einer Aktiengesellschaft Vertrag und Haftung von Vorstandsmitgliedern Bearbeitet von Gerd Raguß Beck'sches Mandatshandbuch Vorstand der AG. Der Vorstand einer Aktiengesellschaft Vertrag und Haftung von Vorstandsmitgliedern Bearbeitet von Gerd Raguß Beck'sches Mandatshandbuch Vorstand der AG. y Beck'sches Mandatshandbuch Unternehmenskauf, Direktor des Instituts für BWL Steuerlehre, Vorstandsvorsitzender des Zentrums.

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[kawaoneechan]

Another frantic day at the castle

Check this out. Here's WinFrotz running Zork Zero: Revenge of Megaboz...

Notice how the "Another" in the actual text has no "A" in it. Now here's the original DOS interpreter you'd originally run Zork Zero with:

It's only 320 pixels wide and has decorative margins on top of it so the entire intro paragraph clears the illuminated capital. I do wonder how they managed that. This far predates Glulxl and Glk, after all.

Just for fun, here's Bocfel.

Oh. No graphics, so no fancy letter. Makes sense, carry on as you were, let's not bother with Bocfel any more.

But here's the fun part:

The original script distinctly says to print the "A" in "Another" to off-screen so that the transcript, which has no graphics, gets it right, but not let it appear on the graphics-supporting screen. After all, the fancy illuminated letter is there already.

Now look closer at the original interpreter's output.

Do you see it? Yeah.

And speaking of transcripts...

... that part works exactly as intended. In Frotz.

[hannagoldworthy]

AWOL 7

(Filler, and a little backstory on everybody, including what happened on Umbara.  Also, a few extra players on both sides are getting in on the game.)

After an utterly disastrous couple of days on Mandalore, and then on Carlac, and then on some wayside planet after her Master picked her and R2 up from the middle of nowhere when her borrowed cruiser ran out of fuel, Ahsoka wanted to talk to her best friend.  Actually, she wanted to find her best friend and collapse into a puddle of tears, snot, and incoherent gibbering about how everything sucked; it wasn’t really a conversation she could have with Anakin, or Obi-Wan, or Rex, or anyone in the 501st, or Plo, or even Padmé, because all of them were going through hell right now and didn’t need her to contribute to it.

She reached Barriss’s dorm room before she realized it was probably still empty.  Then, she heard voices inside, and saw red.  The housing council couldn’t have reassigned it already!  Barriss hadn’t even been gone a month!  Unless they had incontrovertible proof that she…wasn’t coming back…but she refused to let her mind go there.

Ahsoka had learned many, many secrets simply by making her Force signature as quiet as possible and listening as hard as a Togruta child could manage.  She hadn’t eavesdropped like this in quite a while, but it was easier than before simply because her montrals had grown.  Standing like this with her face pressed against Barriss’s door, she could hear every word said inside that room.

“…telling you kid, stay out of it.  If I get caught breaking Jedi orders, I get demoted.  If you get caught…”

“Gree, I don’t give a single frotz if I get caught.  Have you seen the price the Seps put on Mirialans?”

“I’ve seen it, but I don’t think she was kidnapped for that purpose.  I think she ran.”

“And the Order thought my entire youngling clan died in a hyperspace accident.  It doesn’t matter why she’s gone.  We just need to get her back, because who knows what is happening to her right now.”

Ahsoka slammed her fist into the button that opened the door, and she heard the two people inside startle at the sound.  Casually, she sidled into the room, letting the door shut behind her as she crossed her arms; nothing like a decently dramatic entrance to get someone’s attention, as Anakin liked to put it.

“I’m in.”

Commander Gree and Padawan Jinx Syndulla stared dumbly at her for a second.  Then, the Twi’lek waved one lek in the understated signs for ‘well, hi’, while Gree mustered his Command Tone™ for a full frontal assault.

“Not you too, Commander.”

“I said, I’m in.”

“Child, your entire division belongs in full-time therapy.”

“That’s the half of it that isn’t dead because of that sleemo Krell.  Oh, and my grand-Master is a masochist who’s learned how to come back from the dead, my Master is going mynockshit insane and everyone knows it, my Master’s quote-unquote close personal friend is drafting papers to sue for custody over me, and I just got my shebs grabbed by a chick wearing beskar gauntlets.”

Jinx gave a low whistle.  “Yes girl, let it all out…”

Gree growled.  “Who is this person and how permanently do you want her injured?”

“My point is that I’m in, whether you like it or not. I need something to get my focus off of everything, or I’m going to lose my bugslutting mind.  And Barriss is my friend, too.  I want to help, in any way that I can.”

The clone commander looked at her, and then at Jinx, who gestured sarcastically in her direction.

“What she said.  You either cut us in, or you put up with us stalking you while you work.”

Gree glanced at Barriss’s little statue of Palurin, then at the ceiling, beseeching the heavens for release from his torment.  “I’m going to regret this…I’m already regretting this.  All right,” he conceded, rubbing at his temples.  “Here’s what I know…”

***

At first, they’d laughed to see that Umbaran troops were wearing oxygen tanks on this, their home planet, with air they had evolved to breathe.  Only after one squad surrendered to her men did Barriss learn the truth; it wasn’t pure oxygen they were breathing, but a dangerous stimulant cocktail with the main ingredient of aerosol amphetamine.  And, like most amphetamines, it was never a good idea to abruptly halt treatment after the patient had been on a concentrated dose for a long time.

This was the third Umbaran soldier in the past twenty minutes to succumb to the seizures.  It happened while she was standing; she hit her head hard when she hit the ground, and had probably already sustained significant damage to her neural tissue as a result of the drugs.  Despite Vomer’s best efforts, she died of a cerebral hemorrhage.  Her peers didn’t even seem surprised; obviously, they’d watched this happen before when someone ran and cut themselves off from the planetary supply line.  It was a plan of cruel beauty: the price of desertion from the Umbaran military was a slow, painful, horrific death brought on by their own rapidly fracturing brains.

She’d served with Medic Vomer before at Ord Cestus; he’d seen his fair share of violence and gore.  He’d chosen his name when he looked up the obscure bone he’d broken in a trainer’s face during a scrap.  Barriss thought he had the strongest stomach of any medic she’d known, and he was currently emptying its contents into a bush while his squadmates watched helplessly.

She closed her eyes to block out those sounds, as well as the tell-tale noises of yet another soldier going into distress.   “There are soldiers who turned off their oxygen supply and asphyxiated to avoid this, General Mara.”  They’d also done it to preserve the rapidly dwindling resource, giving their lives so that their fellows could live.  She’d tried to wean the remaining soldiers off the gas slowly, but their tanks had been low even when they surrendered, and she and her men had a very restricted number of stimulant hyposprays specifically to prevent this level of addiction.  But there had to be more at the depot Tutso had just captured, or how would they otherwise be able to distribute their fix to the soldiers?

The boy who had taught her to hold a lightsaber had somehow grown into this cold, unfeeling man at the other end of the commlink, and she was not sure how.  “They knew the risks when they joined this army.”

“They were conscripted!  They were forced to breathe this poison that their own government was piping into their suits!”

“General Offee, you are growing hysterical.”

“Dammit, Tutso, these are your people, and they’re dying!  I need those stimulants now!”

“General Offee!  I am the ranking officer on this mission, and you are being grossly insubordinate!  Your request is denied.” And, without any further insult, he cut the channel.

Barriss shook her head, too stunned to feel anything other than peeved and vaguely sick.  She knew better than anyone the sort of censure Tutso had received when his planet of origin defected during the war; she and Luminara had had to fight to retain the public’s trust.  But did he really think this was how a Jedi proved their loyalty?

There were screams at the other end of the encampment.  Barriss closed her eyes to brace herself for the inevitable.

***

She awoke with a flinch, trying not to panic at the stench of sulfur which filled her nostrils.  Umbara had smelled deceptively clean; this was Florrum.

Right.  She was on Florrum now.  And, judging by the way the light slanted, it was nearing midday.

She examined the gurney in front of her, an ingrained habit to get her bearings after many long shifts sleeping in odd poses at a patient’s bedside.  Maul’s vitals were normal, he seemed comfortable enough to purr softly at each exhale, and two high-arched red feet stuck out from under the medbay sheet, twitching slightly at some dream.  Good, she wouldn’t have to check his reflexes.  Slowly, so as not to disturb him, she unfurled the sheet to cover them; instinct was ingrained, and when blood pressure was lowered during sleep, the body wanted some form of insurance that it wouldn’t die of hypothermia, even on a hot planet such as this one.  She scanned the newly-grown half-body with the hand-scanner; no nano-droids reported as being functional.  They would be harmlessly excreted from his system, one way or another, within two days.

The operation was a success, and she’d even managed to get a square six hours of sleep on top of it.  So why was she still so tired?

She found Savage in the process of deep-cleaning the cargo bay, muttering and cussing under his breath. “That little shit thinks the entire world is its vac tube,” he growled as she approached.  “When I get out of here, I’m gonna find that ugly rodder and I am going to roast it alive…”

“Not alive.  You’ll have to disembowel it first; monkey-lizards tend to be riddled with parasites.”

He smirked up at her.  “Where I come from, that’s called extra protein.”

She rolled her eyes.  “You and Maul are definitely related.”

“Is he all right?”

“He’s whole, at least physically.  Everything else will take time.”

Savage sat up from scrubbing the floor; he could look her in the eye when he was on his knees.  “Are you all right?”

“I will be.”  If she could persuade her brain to take a nap without returning to Umbara; sleeping in the open and feeling exposed tended to awaken these sorts of flashbacks.

Savage didn’t look like he believed her.  He got to his feet and headed toward the kitchen.  “Well, you just woke up, so sleeping is probably off the table.  Ohnaka was kind enough to leave us most of our basic food supplies; he took all the tea, though.  I’m sorry.”

“Figures.  Tea is expensive; he probably wants to sell it.”

“He took the hot chocolate too.”

“The barbarian.”

The refectory was disgusting, so eating there was out of the question.  Savage still found a few cans of a light broth which they could heat over a fire.  “I’m guessing he’s not going to be able to process anything more solid than this,” Savage said.

“You’ve done this before.”

“Nursed someone back to health after they’ve been tortured and starved?  I wish I could say you were wrong.”

Right; Savage had terrible memories that he needed to process as well.  “I’m glad for your experience,” she said after a moment.  “Truly.  I don’t know if I could have done this by myself.”

He patted her head.  “I know I couldn’t have done it alone.”

When he had her seated in front of a fire, wrapped in a clean blanket, and sipping a cup of broth, Savage broke the news that he’d decided to leave on a hunting trip soon.  “You’ve got this well in hand, and we’re going to need to eat some fresh meat.  I’m thinking one of those skalder things would do the trick.”

“They’re hard to kill.”

“Good.  So am I.”

She studied his face.  “You’re distancing yourself, though.  Why?  I had thought we were all finally getting along.”

He smiled ruefully.  “Well, you’re getting along with the both of us individually, and we brothers are getting along with each other.  But, well, when all of us are together, or when it’s just you and me talking, I think Maul gets a little jealous.”

Barriss Offee was a lady. She did not spit soup into the air when she was surprised.  She put her bowl back to her lips and released the liquid quietly so she did not aspirate it in her shock.  “Jealous?  But there’s no way he could know that I Claimed…”

“It’s not necessarily that he’s jealous of you,” Savage took a sip from his own cup, visibly trying to find the words to describe his thought process.  “His hearts remember many things that his brain will not.  Like the fact that he had a twin, from whom he was separated at birth.”

“You know that for certain?”

“Truthfully, I’ve suspected it for years.  Feral was weepy and clingy when he was first introduced to me; he was used to having a connection with a littermate, and I was the closest thing he had to one of those.”  Savage’s eyes grew distant with memory.  “And when he was…I think nineteen in Galactic Standard years, but Dathomir’s weird that way, so I could be wrong.  When he was around nineteen, he woke one night screaming, and told me about a dream in which he had been cut in half and left to die.”

Barriss nodded.  “There is a pair of twin sisters in the Order, Masters both of them.  That sounds very much like an experience they’ve had.”

“So you know the sort of misery they’d have gone through if they were taken away from each other at a young age.”

“Yes.  That’s why they’ve been allowed to remain close; severing a bond like that would lead them more quickly into the darkness.”  The realization struck her almost as soon as the words left her mouth. “That’s why Maul was stolen, wasn’t it?”

“I do not presume to know the minds of Sith Lords,” Savage said. “But, I do know that Feral held on to me more strongly because he was afraid of losing someone else that he loved. Maul would have done the same thing, only there was but one person available for him to become attached to.”

“Your father.”

“The rat-bastard.”  Savage clenched one massive fist, then sighed.  “Feral is…not here.  Maul most likely felt that too, even in the madness.  So he’s going to clutch tightly at anyone he likes.  The problem is, he likes both of us, and he’s been raised in the Rule of Two.”  Those last three words he spat like a curse.  “He probably doesn’t even know what to do with himself.  He’s never had more than one friend before.”

“So he sees us together, even with him around, and fears he might be left behind.”

“Exactly.”

“And how is your leaving supposed to help that?”

“By showing him that I will come back, and that you will stay.” Savage smiled again.  “When we’re on a planet where the locals don’t intend to sell you, we can have you leave and me stay.  Baby steps.”

“Baby steps,” she repeated.  “When will you be leaving?”

“As soon as it gets dark.”

“May the Force be with you.”

He blinked, touched.  “Thank you.  I think I might need it.”

***

The face which appeared in the bounty poster glared at Asajj Ventress, and she at it.  She was not surprised that Savage Opress had survived the slaughter of their people; the coward had run from them right when Dooku lusted hardest for vengeance.  Of course the traitor had been several systems away from Dathomir when she burned.

“Mm, he’s hot,” crooned the Theelin woman who sat across from her.  “What’s he wanted for?  I’ll pay them double just to keep him.”

“Latts, are you in heat or something?  He’s had two horns cut off and his nose broken in seven different places.”

“Zabrak-Theelin hybrids have very low instances of infant mortality.  I gotta do my part to continue the species.”

“He’s Dathomirian.”

“Oh, like you?  That’s not exactly convincing me not to try for him.”

Asajj rolled her eyes.  “He’s wanted in the Outer Rim for grand theft aero and attempted murder.”

“Yum, a macho man.”

“Latts.”

“What?”

“Wanted posters are not dating profiles!”

“No, they’re better!  You know how many dates I’ve gotten from a dating holo-site?  Zip, that’s what.  Do you know how many jobs I’ve gone after that turned into dates?  A lot.”

“Latts, I know this person.  Trust me when I say you don’t want to cross him.”

The pink-skinned woman leaned closer to her, grinning laschiviously.  “You’ve been with him, haven’t you?”

Oh, good grief.  “Absolutely not.”

“Was he good?”

“I wouldn’t know, because the last thing I wanted was to do anything of the sort with him.”

“I don’t ~believe~ you,” Latts sang.  “Does he like kids?”

“Latts, I worked with him.  He betrayed my people to extinction.”

That shut Latts up.  She hadn’t been kidding about needing to continue the species; Theelin had, in recent years, developed a mutation which caused sudden infant death, particularly in pure Theelin children.  Latts Razzi was facing down being one of the last of her race.  Extinction was not a joke to her, even though almost everything else was.

“Where does it say he is?” she asked quietly.  “And can I come with you?  You look like you need a friend.”

“I could use the backup,” Asajj said.  “He was last seen running away from some planet in the middle of nowhere. But, I think I can work a little magic to help us find him…”

[lostribbon]

ffeer. I love crows. I think they’re lovely and look super cool. This birdy boi right here is just trying to help, but too much caution is bad. We must be cautious of caution itself *-*. Also, I was playing 9:05 on Frotz (an app from app store) and idk how to shower it keeps saying im carrying posessions but i dropped everything??? Lastly, I actually love Cavetown. Bless that boi. 

(that pocket is wrong. ugh. why do I only notice that now????)

I am fully aware I may not be making any sense but honestly, who cares?