KHV Plays Text Adventures

Front of House
You can enter your home to the north. A path leads around it to the northeast and northwest, and a country lane is visible to the south. All that lies between your home and the huge yellow bulldozer bearing down on it is a few yards of mud.

Mr. Prosser, from the local council, is standing on the other side of the bulldozer. He seems to be wearing a digital watch. He looks startled to see you emerge, and yells at you to get out of the way.
The bulldozer rumbles slowly toward your home.

Ok.

Look around you.
The bulldozer rumbles slowly toward your home.

Ok.

 

~Lie down in the mud~

 

You lie down in the path of the advancing bulldozer. Prosser yells at you to for crissake move!!!

 

~Enjoy the mud~

 

It occurs to you that you've never deliberately lain in any mud before and that it's actually a pleasant sort of squishy sensation. You let the mud ooze between your toes. You may be here for some time, so you may as well make the most of it.

The bulldozer thunders toward you. The ground is shaking beneath you as you lie in the mud.

 

Ok.

 

~Wait in the mud~

 

That sentence isn't one I recognize.

 

Run out of the mud

 

Nooooooo! You have doomed us!

 

You hit your head against the ground as you attempt this feat.

The noise of the giant bulldozer is now so violently loud that you can't even hear Prosser yelling to warn you that you will be killed if you don't get the hell out of the way. You just see him gesticulating wildly.

 

~Stay in the mud?~

 

[It didn't work with or without the question mark, so I just put down Stay.]

Time passes...

With a terrible grinding of gears the bulldozer comes to an abrupt halt just in front of you. It shakes, shudders, and emits noxious substances all over your rose bed. Prosser is incoherent with rage.

Moments later, your friend Ford Prefect arrives. He hardly seems to notice your predicament, but keeps glancing nervously at the sky. He says "Hello, Arthur," takes a towel from his battered leather satchel, and offers it to you.

 

Ok.

As you take it, Ford says "Er, look, thanks for lending me the towel... been nice knowing you... got to go now..." He smiles oddly and walks down the Country Lane.

 

~Yell "Ford, what about my home!"~

 

You begin to get a sore throat.

There was no verb in that sentence!

You can't see Ford here!