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xyzzysqrlSo I should mention, before we get rolling, that ss_ebonclaw very graciously dropped ClaDun X2 my way earlier. I want to thank him for this in the most public way, and to mention that that's now on the list for later. I also want to mention that if YOU want to drop games at me, be they good, bad, horrible, expensive, or cheap, I'll accept them with a minimum of embarrassment and guilt after profusely apologizing to you. I will then thank you here, and likely again when I do my write-up after your game is randomly selected.
We now return to Ireland, where Nancy Drew waits in a phone booth to give her boyfriend Ned a call...
The call with Ned, however, is fairly uneventful, which happens sometimes when you hang your cliffhanger on an event you haven't actually played through yet. Nancy and Ned discuss Kit (Ned: "You'd think if he was responsible for Matt vanishing, he'd have a better cover story for his eye than "I walked into a door." I mean, really." Nancy: "So his black eye makes him -innocent-?" Ned: "Hey, just playing devil's advocate. You're the -real- detective here.") to the inaccessable tower ("Maybe Matt learned how to fly and that's how he got up without using the stairs." "That's not helpful, Ned.") to the weird wailing sounds. Ned is SURE there's a logical explanation. So is Nancy. So am I!
As long as I'm by the bar, I spend a while farming up tokens by making ALL THE FRUITY DRINKS. These things are sounding increasingly delicious the more I play, which makes me kind of worried. With eleven tokens in my pocket, I trot back to the castle and try out the fortune telling machine, out of a sense of curiosity. I'm gonna make my own prediction: Nancy's fortune will be something like "YOU'RE IN OVER YOUR HEAD".
I plunk three tokens in the slot and ... out comes the last weight I need for the balancing puzzle. WELL THAT WAS OBVIOUSLY GOING TO HAPPEN. *scratch head* Underneath it is my actual fortune. Let's see what came out...
Pictured: BALDO!
Baldo? Baldo!? ...What the heck does that even MEAN, Ba--
Oh. BALDO! Of course! ...I am facepalming so hard right now you guys, you don't even know. You DON'T EVEN KNOW.
The fortune promptly poofs into dust. Well, let's go upstairs and get a-balancin'. The weights puzzle honestly had me stumped for a while until I realized that most of what I was doing was just derping around, reshuffling aimlessly with no particular data points. I pulled out the list of weight types and peered at it for a while. Okay. What I had on hand: Oak, mahogany, ironwood. Three lightweight wooden weights. Zinc, iron and brass, three medium-weight metals. And copper, silver, and lead, three heavy-weight metals. What I -wanted- was one of each on each of the three scale panels. I experimented a bit with this, and balanced them out fairly easily.
Basic logic, doing what aimless flailing doesn't. A drawer pops open at the bottom of the scales and out comes... a stone tile! With a dragon head on it! Well, I know where that goes. Back downstairs and out the front door to the fifteen puzzle! I stick the tile in place, and out of a slot in the gate is dispensed another printing-press plate. This one has 01001101 on the top corner. I still don't speak computer! ...oh god I'm gonna have to speak binary at some point, aren't I. Sigh. Anyway. What else was on my list...
Right. I wanted to do one more sweep of the castle interior, just in case, and then start exploring the grounds. As I do, I come across a couple things I missed or walked by. In particular, that picture on the floor next to the fireplace, after some squinting at the wedding invitation and such, looks more like Kyler and -Kit- arm in arm instead of Kyler and Matt. That could be... hmm. I could be wrong. The weird plasticy character models don't lend themselves well to identification. I ask Kit about what Alan said, and he gets all pissy. Oh, he and Matt were just... fooling around! And while they were fooling around, he got a black eye because he's too clumsy! Hey, Nancy. Here, do the seating chart for the wedding.
Nancy is unable to resist the allure of a puzzle and abandons her line of questioning in favor of a logic puzzle. Kit looks downright -alarmed- when she burns through the basic "Blah wants to sit next to Yadda but not close to Nyeh, while Hoo and Haa demand to be across from each other..." puzzle and arranges the seating chart in under five minutes. Desperate to continue avoiding talking to her, he thrusts a book he found in Matt's room at Nancy. It's ... a guide to the various social castes of Leprechaun. This thing practically has "READ ME TO SOLVE A FUTURE PUZZLE" scrawled across it. Nancy stuffs it in her inventory hole.
My next stop on my way to talk to Kyler again is the nursery, and I'm actually wondering if I was struck blind or something while I was in here last, because there's some bloody obvious stuff I missed previously. For example, on the other side of the floor from the gem puzzle, near the fireplace, is a pair of cracked eyeglasses. Presumably Matt's. Oops! ...Also, more excusable, I find a board game puzzle thingie that seems to be playable on one of the shelves. I don't know if you guys know this, but otters are ADORABLE, and they need my help to spin in circles!
Pictured: The Cruel Gates Of Otter Hell.
How could I refuse? I get a-twirling. The "Right" and "Left" they mention are the right-click and left-click of my mouse, so... uh, eeegah, my fourth wall! Or something. Mostly I am focused on twiddling around so I don't make any horrible two-torsoed otterfreaks, two-headed ottersnakes, or strange mutant two-toned hybrid creatures. I realize 'Slinkie Splash' The Blue-Green Double-Headed Ottersnake is widely beloved throughout the furry fandom, but I think that look just doesn't work for kid's toys. Now I'll be honest, otters always HAVE given me problems. Again I flail for a while and this puzzle takes me the longest of any puzzle to date, until the boyfriend peers over my shoulder and offers some advice.
By total, I have:
6 purple heads, 4 purple torsos.
6 brown heads, 3 brown torsos.
3 green heads, 6 green torsos.
3 blue heads, 5 blue torsos.
I end up going around the circle, trying to point whatever I have the most of off to the side and out of the picture, to conserve resources. That... man, that doesn't get me anywhere...
Fuckin' otters, man, it's been like two and a half hours and I think this puzzle is actually making me stupider. I keep circling the otters and they're taunting me. Goddamn otters. I can point them anywhere but I kinda want to point them at the DOOR and PUSH. And who the fuck makes HALF an otter?! That blue dude! He is TAUNTING ME. You gotta get a HEAD, blue dude! What gives? Your friends have heads! I blame you for this, little blue dude.
Woof: "Do you need me to look up a walkthrough, or would you like to maybe loudly curse otters some more?"
Sqrl: "You shut the fuck up! THESE OTTERS ARE CONSPIRING AGAINST ME. WHY CAN'T YOU SEE THAT?"
Woof: "Uh-huh."
Sqrl: "You smugbutt little ottertastic -cockbanana-."
Woof: "Yeah I'm gonna go for the walkthrough. Those aren't even, like... real words you're saying now."
FINALLY, while he's looking at the walkthrough and trying to articulate help for me, I get the puzzle solved. *vibrate* *twitch* The now-expected "drawer at the bottom of the puzzle box" opens and out comes a large gear, which I will need to solve ANOTHER PUZZLE later. A puzzle that does not fill me with INCOHERENT RAGE AT MUSTELID LIFE.
I think that's enough for tonight.
ss_ebonclaw very graciously dropped ClaDun X2 my way earlier. I want to thank him for this in the most public way, and to mention that that's now on the list for later. I also want to mention that if YOU want to drop games at me, be they good, bad, horrible, expensive, or cheap, I'll accept them with a minimum of embarrassment and guilt after profusely apologizing to you. I will then thank you here, and likely again when I do my write-up after your game is randomly selected. We now return to Ireland, where Nancy Drew waits in a phone booth to give her boyfriend Ned a call...
The call with Ned, however, is fairly uneventful, which happens sometimes when you hang your cliffhanger on an event you haven't actually played through yet. Nancy and Ned discuss Kit (Ned: "You'd think if he was responsible for Matt vanishing, he'd have a better cover story for his eye than "I walked into a door." I mean, really." Nancy: "So his black eye makes him -innocent-?" Ned: "Hey, just playing devil's advocate. You're the -real- detective here.") to the inaccessable tower ("Maybe Matt learned how to fly and that's how he got up without using the stairs." "That's not helpful, Ned.") to the weird wailing sounds. Ned is SURE there's a logical explanation. So is Nancy. So am I!
As long as I'm by the bar, I spend a while farming up tokens by making ALL THE FRUITY DRINKS. These things are sounding increasingly delicious the more I play, which makes me kind of worried. With eleven tokens in my pocket, I trot back to the castle and try out the fortune telling machine, out of a sense of curiosity. I'm gonna make my own prediction: Nancy's fortune will be something like "YOU'RE IN OVER YOUR HEAD".
I plunk three tokens in the slot and ... out comes the last weight I need for the balancing puzzle. WELL THAT WAS OBVIOUSLY GOING TO HAPPEN. *scratch head* Underneath it is my actual fortune. Let's see what came out...
Pictured: BALDO!
Baldo? Baldo!? ...What the heck does that even MEAN, Ba--
Oh. BALDO! Of course! ...I am facepalming so hard right now you guys, you don't even know. You DON'T EVEN KNOW.
The fortune promptly poofs into dust. Well, let's go upstairs and get a-balancin'. The weights puzzle honestly had me stumped for a while until I realized that most of what I was doing was just derping around, reshuffling aimlessly with no particular data points. I pulled out the list of weight types and peered at it for a while. Okay. What I had on hand: Oak, mahogany, ironwood. Three lightweight wooden weights. Zinc, iron and brass, three medium-weight metals. And copper, silver, and lead, three heavy-weight metals. What I -wanted- was one of each on each of the three scale panels. I experimented a bit with this, and balanced them out fairly easily.
Basic logic, doing what aimless flailing doesn't. A drawer pops open at the bottom of the scales and out comes... a stone tile! With a dragon head on it! Well, I know where that goes. Back downstairs and out the front door to the fifteen puzzle! I stick the tile in place, and out of a slot in the gate is dispensed another printing-press plate. This one has 01001101 on the top corner. I still don't speak computer! ...oh god I'm gonna have to speak binary at some point, aren't I. Sigh. Anyway. What else was on my list...
Right. I wanted to do one more sweep of the castle interior, just in case, and then start exploring the grounds. As I do, I come across a couple things I missed or walked by. In particular, that picture on the floor next to the fireplace, after some squinting at the wedding invitation and such, looks more like Kyler and -Kit- arm in arm instead of Kyler and Matt. That could be... hmm. I could be wrong. The weird plasticy character models don't lend themselves well to identification. I ask Kit about what Alan said, and he gets all pissy. Oh, he and Matt were just... fooling around! And while they were fooling around, he got a black eye because he's too clumsy! Hey, Nancy. Here, do the seating chart for the wedding.
Nancy is unable to resist the allure of a puzzle and abandons her line of questioning in favor of a logic puzzle. Kit looks downright -alarmed- when she burns through the basic "Blah wants to sit next to Yadda but not close to Nyeh, while Hoo and Haa demand to be across from each other..." puzzle and arranges the seating chart in under five minutes. Desperate to continue avoiding talking to her, he thrusts a book he found in Matt's room at Nancy. It's ... a guide to the various social castes of Leprechaun. This thing practically has "READ ME TO SOLVE A FUTURE PUZZLE" scrawled across it. Nancy stuffs it in her inventory hole.
My next stop on my way to talk to Kyler again is the nursery, and I'm actually wondering if I was struck blind or something while I was in here last, because there's some bloody obvious stuff I missed previously. For example, on the other side of the floor from the gem puzzle, near the fireplace, is a pair of cracked eyeglasses. Presumably Matt's. Oops! ...Also, more excusable, I find a board game puzzle thingie that seems to be playable on one of the shelves. I don't know if you guys know this, but otters are ADORABLE, and they need my help to spin in circles!
Pictured: The Cruel Gates Of Otter Hell.
How could I refuse? I get a-twirling. The "Right" and "Left" they mention are the right-click and left-click of my mouse, so... uh, eeegah, my fourth wall! Or something. Mostly I am focused on twiddling around so I don't make any horrible two-torsoed otterfreaks, two-headed ottersnakes, or strange mutant two-toned hybrid creatures. I realize 'Slinkie Splash' The Blue-Green Double-Headed Ottersnake is widely beloved throughout the furry fandom, but I think that look just doesn't work for kid's toys. Now I'll be honest, otters always HAVE given me problems. Again I flail for a while and this puzzle takes me the longest of any puzzle to date, until the boyfriend peers over my shoulder and offers some advice.
By total, I have:
6 purple heads, 4 purple torsos.
6 brown heads, 3 brown torsos.
3 green heads, 6 green torsos.
3 blue heads, 5 blue torsos.
I end up going around the circle, trying to point whatever I have the most of off to the side and out of the picture, to conserve resources. That... man, that doesn't get me anywhere...
Fuckin' otters, man, it's been like two and a half hours and I think this puzzle is actually making me stupider. I keep circling the otters and they're taunting me. Goddamn otters. I can point them anywhere but I kinda want to point them at the DOOR and PUSH. And who the fuck makes HALF an otter?! That blue dude! He is TAUNTING ME. You gotta get a HEAD, blue dude! What gives? Your friends have heads! I blame you for this, little blue dude.
Woof: "Do you need me to look up a walkthrough, or would you like to maybe loudly curse otters some more?"
Sqrl: "You shut the fuck up! THESE OTTERS ARE CONSPIRING AGAINST ME. WHY CAN'T YOU SEE THAT?"
Woof: "Uh-huh."
Sqrl: "You smugbutt little ottertastic -cockbanana-."
Woof: "Yeah I'm gonna go for the walkthrough. Those aren't even, like... real words you're saying now."
FINALLY, while he's looking at the walkthrough and trying to articulate help for me, I get the puzzle solved. *vibrate* *twitch* The now-expected "drawer at the bottom of the puzzle box" opens and out comes a large gear, which I will need to solve ANOTHER PUZZLE later. A puzzle that does not fill me with INCOHERENT RAGE AT MUSTELID LIFE.
I think that's enough for tonight.
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Date: 2012-08-21 01:54 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2017-05-30 03:53 am (UTC)The fortune teller was clearly trying to warn Nancy about an incoming Baldo Bomb in her near future. Watch out for any suspects who are also professional wrestlers. Then again, this guy is clearly more bear than otter so there goes that theory I guess.
I love how you look like you were writing this post in real-time since it starts out cheery and then I can actually see you descending into otter hell.
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Date: 2017-05-30 03:57 am (UTC)Oh wow that is a real impact of a finisher. Egad.
Spoiler: ALL of my posts are written as a stream-of-consciousness real-time, as I play. I alt-tabbed a lot back then, or in recent years I use two PCs, one with Notepad++ open and one with Greenshot running while I play. At this very moment I have Deception Island open on the other PC, in fact.
OTTER HELL. At least Slinkie Splash is cute.