tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72156935504406645942024-03-25T13:49:19.842+13:00Fighting DantasyDan revisits the Fighting Fantasy series, one gamebook at a time.Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420300163867766297noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215693550440664594.post-62926406460281118382022-09-25T17:51:00.004+13:002022-09-26T08:19:40.120+13:00Shadow of the Giants<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://d1w7fb2mkkr3kw.cloudfront.net/assets/images/book/lrg/9780/7023/9780702323096.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="261" height="400" src="https://d1w7fb2mkkr3kw.cloudfront.net/assets/images/book/lrg/9780/7023/9780702323096.jpg" width="261" /></a></div>*taps microphone* <p></p><p></p><p>This thing on? Hello? Is there anybody out there? </p><p>It's been a while since the last post on Ye Olde Fighting Dantasy. </p><p>How olde? Olde enough the author began this blog in his 20s, and is now the age of the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything. Olde enough that in the beginning, he could have grabbed a sword and wandered off into the Icefinger Mountains in search of treasure and glory at a moment's notice, but now would have to make a detour to drop a dice roll's worth of kids to drop off at Yaztromo's on the way. Hell, there are 50 percent more younglings in this house than there were <a href="http://fightingdantasy.blogspot.com/2018/05/the-gates-of-death.html" target="_blank">last time I posted</a>! (Lose 8 STAMINA.)</p><p>My copies of the two new Fighting Fantasy books <i>Shadow of the Giants</i> and <i>Secrets of Salamonis</i> turned up in the mail yesterday, once again proving it's quicker in New Zealand to order books <a href="https://www.bookdepository.com/" target="_blank">from the literal other side of the world</a> than it is to order them locally. </p><p>Thought I'd try the Ian Livingstone-penned <i>Shadow of the Giants</i> first. Based on the classic ruleset - 10 provisions, one potion, blah blah blah, I figured it would be a classic romp through the usual FF tropes and a way to easy my back in (but didn't the potion of luck used to also boost your INITIAL score too? It doesn't here, and - spoiler alert - I really could have done with it). </p><p>Speaking of spoilers, if this is your first time here and you haven't had a chance to read SOTG yet, you might wanna stop. This is gonna be full of spoilers. It's pretty much nothing but spoilers. Abandon all complaints of spoilers, ye who enter here. Or read on, I don't care. Be a cheater! </p><p>I rolled a 12 for my SKILL, always helpful, 19 for STAMINA and 9 for LUCK. </p><p>In <i>Shadow of the Giants</i>, you play an adventurer off to find some riches in Firetop Mountain. So yeah, a classic romp - but I didn't think it would be quite that classic! Now I don't want to start off on a negative note, but the rules say you start with a sword, but the introduction here says you don't, and the first thing you've got to do is buy one. Proofreading, Ian! (That's actually part of my day job, so if you want to make an offer...) </p><p>I buy a Fire Sword, because it sounds more kick-ass than the Vampire Sword, and the salesman chucks in a free dagger like I've just <a href="https://www.stuff.co.nz/business/129984482/countdown-stops-giving-out-stamps-for-cutlery-as-supplies-dwindle">collected enough promo coupons from my local supermarket</a>.</p><p>Next up I hit a local bar and hire a dwarf, Higgly, to come with me into Firetop Mountain. We visit a local mystic who tells us a poem about dragon eye colours and which means death, which was incredibly specific and no doubt it was just a coincidence the first thing Higgly and we find inside Firetop Mountain is a chest with gems the same colour as Mystic Mary mentioned in her sonnet. </p><p>Higgly's convinced this chest must contain the Warlock's famed treasure, which you know, would have saved us a lot of time back in the '80s if he'd just left it inside the front door. </p><p>Inside is a crown with a bunch of dudes carrying swords. Now I don't know about the character we're playing in the book, but I've been on enough Livingstonian dungeon crawls to know a cursed item when I see one. I tell Higgly he can try it on if he wants 'cause I sure as hell aren't, and sure enough, it starts crushing his skull.</p><p>"It's the Crown of Chaos, I'm doomed," he tells me, knowing exactly what it was but sticking it on his head anyway. Too stupid to live, really. </p><p>The dudes with swords end up growing into Iron Giants, who storm off destroying everything in their path. Presumably with shadows?</p><p>I head off without the dead Higgly, and eventually find myself in the town of Hamelin, looking for this guy Marik who apparently knows how to stop the Iron Giants' orgy of destruction. </p><p>But time doesn't appear to be of the essence, with a plethora of things to do in Hamelin - including checking out a graveyard and opening a sarcophagus for no fucking reason at all, except that the option was there. (The internet knows <a href="https://blogs.scientificamerican.com/anthropology-in-practice/why-do-people-want-to-drink-the-sarcophagus-water/">if you find a sarcophagus, you open it</a>.)</p><p>I won't spoil what happens when you do, but by the end of the encounter I found myself with a Dragon Sword, in addition to my Fire Sword. Especially convenient at a later point in the book when I got pickpocketed, and for some inexplicable reason was allowed to choose the item that was pinched. I hope that thief got a good price for the surplus dragon-fighting sword he secretly swiped from my enormously long backpack. </p><p>After failing to win a pie-eating contest and spending time in a clock store (pun not initially intended, but now that I've noticed it in my proofread, definitely is), I eventually run into Marik. He tells me the secret to defeating the Iron Giants is an <a href="https://fightingfantazine.proboards.com/thread/655/traits-ian-livingstones-gamebooks">item fetch-quest</a>, and I head off.</p><p>Eventually I enter a cave Marik told me was the correct one, only to be confronted with a Screaming Demon. Rather than fight, it asks me if I have some Goblin Earwax. I.. I don't. Who does?! So it kills me, as if I was <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Knights_Who_Say_%22Ni!%22">King Arthur unable to find a shrubbery</a>. </p><p>----</p><p>So... <i>Shadow of the Giants </i>is definitely an Ian Livingstone book. You're bombarded with items to find or buy, without knowing which completely useless-sounding thing will be essential; people tell you incredibly specific things which you just happen to need to know three paragraphs later; and instant deaths abound (well I can't say that for sure, but what little I know about Bayesian statistics suggests if I died an instant death for not having a jar of earwax...) </p><p><i>Secrets of Salamonis</i> up next.</p><p><br /></p>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420300163867766297noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215693550440664594.post-82415048423405233312018-05-01T21:47:00.002+12:002018-05-01T21:47:39.919+12:00The Gates of Death<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Remember how I started the last entry, for <i>The Port of Peril</i>?<br />
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The _____ of _____. It's back for this latest entry in the<i> Fighting Fantasy </i>series, the first all-new title in what must be the 400th relaunch of the franchise - <i>The Gates of Death</i>.<br />
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The new cover designs are awful, but if <i>The Gates of Death </i>is a sign of what's to come for the series, it appears to be in good hands (not evil hands, like those things in the <i>Warlock </i>PC adaptation. Good game though.)<br />
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The premise is pretty generic - there's a disease spreading across Allansia that's turning everyone into zombie-like demons - but within those confines, it appears author Charlie Higson has created a late-era classic.<br />
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I say 'it appears', as opposed to 'has', for the usual reason - I died. Probably early. Didn't help that you begin the adventure not only with no food and no weapons, but lose five STAMINA points in the first f**king paragraph.<br />
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That's the most brutal opening sequence since <i>Up</i>.<br />
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My mission to rid Allansia of this plague took me to the court of Lord Azzur, on a coach ride with a couple of women who didn't mind picking up a hitch-hiking stranger carrying an ancient Egyptian weapon, and into a town with literal purple rain.<br />
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Having failed to complete the book, I'm not yet sure if this is a Livingstone-style fetch-quest ('If you have a frog in your pocket, turn to...' This actually happened) or an inscrutable Jackson puzzle. It seems like the former, but with twists, like the 'Nostalgia' perfume, which acts like a videogame restore point, and weapons which have varied effects on Attack Strength and damage.<br />
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Very early on I was being asked if I had certain items, which suggested various paths are on offer right from the very beginning.<br />
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For the record, I died after a big spend-up in Salamonis - that town with the purple rain. I can't remember if any of the shopkeepers were selling winged boots, but if you see them on the shelf, grab them. Trust me.<br />
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(Seriously, I can't get over the purple rain thing. I'm on a massive Prince buzz at the moment - I've spent half the day today playing with a software emulation of the LM-1 drum machine that underpins most of his classic music, and am half-watching a live gig on YouTube from 1985 as I type - and for this book to arrive in my letterbox, with this scene in it, is weirding me out.)<br />
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This time around, there will be no <i>Emancipation </i>for Allansia. No victory <i>Parade </i>for me. Something something <i>Batman</i>.Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420300163867766297noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215693550440664594.post-35919872358799791582017-09-19T20:47:00.001+12:002017-09-19T20:48:36.968+12:00The Port of Peril<br />
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<i>The _____ of _____.</i> It's a classic Fighting Fantasy trope, and Ian Livingstone goes all-in on emulating the classic gamebook experience in <i>The Port of Peril</i>.<br />
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The rules are basically the same as those laid down in the series' original run, nothing fancy, although the font and artwork are distinctly more modern.<br />
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But something else Livingstone appears to have resurrected for this entry is the fetch-quest nature of his gamebook writing. In the first paragraph - the very first, before you've had a chance to make a single decision - in addition to the classic sword/backpack/provisions combo, you're saddled with... [deep breath] a roll of twine, a candle, a brass bell, an oil lantern, a knife, some chalk, a brass owl, a rope, some copper nails, a water flask and a unicorn head goblet.<br />
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Anyway. In <i>The Port of Peril</i> you play an adventurer/sword for hire, who's a bit down on his luck until he stumbles across an idiot called Gregor who's come into the possession of a treasure map.<br />
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Switching to the first person, I decide before heading off in search of fame and fortune, it would be good to eat. Funnily enough, the book lets me eat - and gain 1 stamina point - <i>on the very first page</i>.<br />
Err, what? A quick rescan of the introduction doesn't say anything about <i>losing</i> stamina or starting on less than usual. As I mentioned, it's a classic FF by-the-numbers setup.<br />
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And it gets worse. Before long, I'm buying a 'demon dagger' with gold I didn't even know I had, giving me skill points I can't even use. I'm beginning to wonder if Ian Livingstone's staff are too in awe of the master to tell him when he's failed a skill roll.<br />
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So. Heading out of the rule-breaking town of Chalice, which I thought was the 'port of peril' in the title but clearly isn't, it's soon night and I need somewhere to crash. I find a cottage - abandoned - and decide it's better than the woods.<br />
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Something is clanking around in the cellar though, and there's a gross smell of rotting meat, so I figure I'd better check it out. It's a zombie! Soon it's a dead zombie.<br />
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Someone is upstairs though. I wait to see what they're going to do... bad idea. The man-orc (the implications are... unsettling) quickly drags an iron stove over the trapdoor, locking me in the concrete cellar with the zombie corpse, forever.<br />
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I know I borrowed some of them for this blog a few years back, but the books I'm missing from my own collection are the final five of the original Puffin run back in the '90s.<br />
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If you have doubles, or see them cheap online anywhere, let me know!<br />
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<br />Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420300163867766297noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215693550440664594.post-81255514557946273602017-09-05T21:37:00.000+12:002017-09-05T21:38:36.760+12:00Howl of the WerewolfOne of the very late entries in the Fighting Fantasy canon, <i>Howl of the Werewolf</i> begins with a CCR song.<br />
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Why couldn't it be 'Fortunate Son'? There's nothing fortunate about the protagonist in this book: me. You. Whatever. You know how it works.<br />
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It starts with a fight against an alpha wolf and his pack. But it turns out the alpha isn't any ordinary wolf. It's <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CEDKcEPDQO4" target="_blank">of wolf and man</a> (trust me, I'm going somewhere with this.)</div>
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Bitten by a werewolf, I'm not off to a good start. But luckily I'm saved by a woodsman named Ulrich. His first name isn't mentioned, but let's call him Lars (told you I was going somewhere with this).<br />
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Ulrich gives me this withered man-paw thing,he chopped off the swearwolf. Sorry, werewolf.<br />
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I throw it in the fire and curse my bad luck. Lars tells me to settle down, there are three options: find a cure, kill <strike>Rhys Darby</strike> the alpha werewolf or go see what 'wisewoman Grandmother Zekova' recommends. I opt for the latter, 'cause I don't really want to try fighting again. Didn't go so well last time.<br />
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Zekova makes a potion of herbs and my own blood, drawn with a knife, which slows the lycanthropic infection (but probably gives me tetanus. Win some, lose some).<br />
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We're soon attacked by another group of wolves - strangely chanting the 'little pig, little pig' refrain of nursery rhyme fame - whom Lars, Zekova and I dispatch with the efficiency of a pig armed with a brick house and a cauldron.<br />
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Zekova tells us we need to find the wolf that bit me, which we do promptly, and kill it. Which we also do. Then Lars turns into a bear ( ♪ SHAPE CHAAAANGE ♪) and I have to kill him, which makes me the new drummer for Metallica. But I'm still a werewolf for some reason, my quest incomplete. I think I might not have been listening to Zekova properly. Or Metallica.<br />
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After a sleep and eating three breakfasts to heal my wounds, I'm heading northbound. Long story short, I end up staying at an inn with possessed furniture and tenants conducting black magic rituals. One star, do not stay at The Gibbet Tree.<br />
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Onwards, I'm at some kind of carnival, checking out the freaks when I come across a 'snake-woman'. Before I get a chance to decide how to react, the book sums it for me.<br />
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Later that night we get into a fight after she wraps herself around me, and not in that way. After a day spent playing XCOM 2 and having my soldiers constantly getting constricted by vipers, it's enough to add PTSD to my lycanthropy.<br />
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And yeah, close-up she's definitely unnatural.<br />
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But I win, take my prize of a silver dagger, and flee. Ironically enough, on presenting this silver dagger as an offer of peace to a group of angry she-wolf ladies later in the book is what leads to my ultimate death in battle.<br />
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I'm not sure what to make of this book. Off the top of my head, it's the last one that was published before the long-awaited return of O.G. Ian Livingstone with <i>Blood of the Zombies</i>, it's a massive 500-something pages and every paragraph is longer than an episode of <i>Game of Thrones</i>.<br />
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Despite this, it didn't take me long to make it to Lupravia, where the final boss is supposedly located, and some of the encounters in-between contracting a clichéd race-against-time disease and the endgame were woefully clichéd. I literally stumbled into the creation of Frankenstein's monster, not to re-mention the 'three little pigs' encounter. Bit of a scattershot, everything-including-the-kitchen-sink approach. Maybe I just went the wrong way?<br />
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In better news, my 8yo son - who wasn't even alive when I started this blog - was intrigued enough by what I was doing with a book and dice, that he asked if he could have a go. So I gave him the FF gamebook with the cover no eight-year-old kid could ever resist.<br />
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He proceeded to cheat his way through it and still die a "fiery death", which he thought was awesome.<br />
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Hi! Long time no... see? Blog? Write? <br />
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How are you? I'm living in a hotel because my real house got flooded, and since a) I don't have my music gear here and b) it's strangely depressing having people randomly show up at your 'home' and to make your bed while you sit there playing XCOM 2 and try your best to pretend not to be a slob, I've decided - at least for tonight - to seek refuge in a fantasy world where I'll probably die an awful, humiliating and painful death. For fun.<br />
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<i>Slaves of Rema</i>! It's one of the Tin Man range of gamebooks. Going by the splash screen (cover?), it's some kind of Gladiator-themed romp through Classical Rome, but with lizards big enough for Obi-Wan to ride.<br />
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So, I'm a dude still living at home with his elderly parents and three sisters (so, a Millennial). I'm apparently pro-slavery (okay, definitely a Trump voter), so it shouldn't come as any surprise when one day my platoon is ambushed by some slavers and made to walk a mile in slave shoes. Sad!<br />
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I'm quickly enlisted to fight in the gladiatorial arena, assigned to the Red team. Our opponents are the Blues, which I guess makes this some kind of analogy for the Bloods and Crips? I might be reading too much into this. Are Bloods and Crips still a thing? Or is it Democrips and Rebloodicans?<br />
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After easily bringing my first opponent (the 'desert-man', 'cause desert men need only hyphens, not names) to the brink of death, I do as the Emperor - sorry, the Princeps - asks, and decapitate him.<br />
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This apparently makes me sick, 'cause while I'm all for lifetimes spent in bondage and torture, a quick and painless end to the misery of eternal servitude is apparently a step too far (Rebloodicans clearly the right choice).<br />
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This act however is sufficiently despicable enough to attract the attention of a gang of other slaves - not sure if East or West Coast - who want out. I'm offered my choice of role in the elaborate escape plot. I choose to be on weapons duty, so if it all goes horribly wrong at least I'll have some way to put a cap in the ass of anyone in my way.<br />
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Not all of it goes to plan - for the others. I, on the other hand, somehow end up with a sapphire which I use to blag my way into first class on a boat home. Gangsta.<br />
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PS. Between the last entry and now, I played the Tin Man version of <i>The Warlock of Firetop Mountain</i> a thousand times, so that's probably off the table... Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420300163867766297noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215693550440664594.post-29809121964392353672015-07-18T20:49:00.001+12:002015-07-18T20:49:54.559+12:00Tin Man Games: Siege of the NecromancerI'm told this book is hard.<br />
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Siege of the Necromancer begins with a classic FF trope - a bad dude has amassed an army, and someone has to kill him. You. Even if you've spent the last year <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EAzAucMOE0s" target="_blank">working in a coal mine</a> instead of practising how to kill necromancers backed by an army of 'goblyns' (don't tell me Peter Jackson has trademarked the conventional spelling...).<br />
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But it's not a book - it's on a tablet! Aaeerreeerrgghhh!<br />
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Taking advantage of the vast amount of supercomputing power Samsung's able to fit in 7 inches of plastic, rare earth metals and patents ripped from Apple, the GA series takes ye olde FF template and multiplies it - but it's not quite Moore's Law in action. Instead of 12+2D6 for stamina, you get 24+4D6. And it's called vitality, but you and I both know what it really is.<br />
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On starting An Assassin in Orlandes, I'm prompted to play Classic style, or Casual - if you've read any previous Fighting Dantasy blog entries, I don't need to tell you which I chose. It's basically the difference between using a three-finger bookmark - which is still cheating, really - and ignoring all the rules whatsoever. But <a href="http://www.3news.co.nz/entertainment/fighting-fantasy-gets-digital-makeover-2012100415#axzz3daRF3jlQ" target="_blank">in the words of Ian Livingstone</a>: "Let's face it, most of us cheated when we read Fighting Fantasy books."<br />
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Yep. The guy who wrote the book(s) told me even he cheats.<br />
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Anyway, taking advantage of the tablet form, I get to name my character! Um... Let's go with 'Kane'. (I'm watching the fifth ODI between England and New Zealand in a couple of hours, so let's assume the experience Kane has Orlandes tonight is an omen of how <a href="http://www.espncricinfo.com/newzealand/content/player/277906.html" target="_blank">his namesake bats this evening...</a>)<br />
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After rolling some stats more akin to Chris Martin's batting than Kane Williamson's, I'm off!<br />
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The first page reads, "Today has probably been the worst day of your life..." Five minutes into the book, I'm face-to-face with a cannibal. In a sewer.<br />
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He tells me I'm his next meal, and I am. The text goes into excruciating detail - Hannibal smashes my ribcage and eats my intestines. That would never have gone to print in 1988. The Tin Man GA series is obviously aimed at the same readers as FF - only aged as they are now.<br />
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The good news is I got an achievement! 'Off the Beaten Path: Find Medius the Cannibal'. That's not an achievement...Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420300163867766297noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215693550440664594.post-71395075326702775452014-10-09T20:21:00.000+13:002014-10-09T20:22:14.155+13:00Round 2: Temple of Terror<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's been six years <a href="http://fightingdantasy.blogspot.co.nz/2008/05/14-tower-of-terror.html" target="_blank">since I read <i>Temple of Terror</i></a>, and in that time I've obviously gotten worse at gamebooking, as you'll soon find out.<br /><br />
Also since then there's been a little TV show come out called <i>Game of Thrones</i>, which I doubt a single person reading this blog hasn't watched - or read.<br /><br />
I bring it up 'cause the intro blurb to <i>Temple of Terror</i> is frighteningly familiar to anyone whose imagination has visited Westeros; an evil man who wants to rule the land, vast deserts, controlling wolves and dragons, large armies... okay, so typical fantasy tropes. But hey, it's good SEO for me to mention <i>Game of Thrones</i>, right? <i>Game of Thrones</i>.<br /><br />
Anyway, so this Joffrey-Mother of Dragons-Bran Stark mashup guy called Malbordus is planning to get his dragon army together by collecting some artefacts, 'cause he went to the Ian Livingstone school of badassery. You - I - have to stop him by getting the artefacts first, and save the world - to get you started, ol' stingy Yaztromo gives you a measly four spells and 25 gold pieces.<br /><br />
He knows Malbordus' evil plot 'cause his crow overheard it (if only it was a raven...).<br /><br />
Now there are two ways you can go - through Blacksand, or across the desert. Last time I went via Blacksand, and this time did neither - I jumped on board a giant eagle, was attacked by a pterodactyl and sent plummeting to the ground, and my incredibly early doom. Sorry about that, world.<br /><br />
I actually spent more time getting my USB keyboard to work with this ancient and busted laptop than I did reading <i>Temple of Terror</i>.Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420300163867766297noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215693550440664594.post-72520691498301430772014-09-27T21:08:00.003+12:002014-09-27T21:08:37.899+12:00Round 2: Freeway Fighter<em>Freeway Fighter </em>is set in the future - 2022, to be exact - and since we're now closer to that than the book's native 1985, I thought I'd get in theme and play it in a manner that would have blown 1985 Ian Livingstone's mind.<br />
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Laptop for blogging, external keyboard 'cause the laptop's keyboard is fucking tiny, phone with a dice app 'cause there's a baby in the house who might eat the real thing, an iPad as the adventure sheet 'cause again, babies and pencils don't mix. Oh, and a copy of <em>Freeway Fighter</em> - on the original vinyl.<br />
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The premise of Freeway Fighter, as I explained <a href="http://fightingdantasy.blogspot.co.nz/2008/05/13-freeway-fighter.html" target="_blank">on my first attempt</a>, is pretty much<em> Mad Max</em>. In the six years or so since then however I've read the better part of Stephen King's output, and now know it also owes a significant debt to <em>The Stand</em>. The introduction is very much a three-page TL;DR of the first 400 pages of the <em>The Stand</em>, if you ignore the bizarre line about the "soccer finals of the World Cup" featuring England and the US, which commits crimes offensive to both sports fanatics and professional subeditors, like me.<br />
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Anyway, my mission is to travel to another outpost of what remains of civilisation to collect 10,000 litres of petrol. This brings hope - people post-apocalyptic still use the metric system - and despair - my starting inventory does not extend to 20c a litre supermarket discount vouchers.<br />
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Last time my strategy was to just drive as fast as I could, and that ended in failure when I ran out of petrol. This time, I'm gonna hang out with people - except those fuckers at Joe's Garage who got me in the distant past of 2008.<br />
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So, hitting the highway I dispatch the first car no probs, then hang a left at the fork. The bridge is out, so I rev the car as hard as I can and... fail. I plummet to the ground and die.<br />
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Stupid dice app gave me a skill of seven, you see. Maybe I should have rolled it old-school...Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420300163867766297noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215693550440664594.post-39228890863024902362013-07-26T21:18:00.000+12:002013-07-26T21:19:56.707+12:00Round 2: House of Hell<i>The instructions to this example of Steve Jackson sadism are headed 'HOW TO SURVIVE THE HOUSE OF HELL'. To mangle a phrase from a popular movie that came out the year before, the only surviving move is not to play.</i><br />
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I wrote this phrase before giving House of Hell a second go, in anticipation I would fail. I planned to close with it, but the fact I wrote it <i>before </i>playing about sums up this book's reputation.<br />
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Ha, just kidding. Of course I played it. But first, let me update the introduction to this particular tale to the two-thousand-and-teens (do we have a proper name for this decade yet?).<br />
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<i>The rain spatters the windscreen relentlessly. You can see no more than a watery gloom as you strain forwards over the steering wheel to see the road ahead. Although the wipers flap valiantly, they are fighting a losing battle as the rain drives harder and harder. If only you'd take the car salesman's advice and shelled out for the hydrophobic windscreen coating. Your foot eases off the accelerator; the headlights struggle to light up the road. That's the last time you pay the mechanic in bitcoins.</i><br />
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Damn!<i> You curse Apple Maps for sending you off along this bumpy track. Probably they meant the </i>second<i> turning on the left - or even a </i>right<i> turning. The old fool. Why didn't you just use Google?</i><br />
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<i>But what nonsense is this? So you've taken a wrong turn and got caught in a downpour in the night. The rain will ease off soon - it can't possibly keep up this deluge for long. Unless that's how climate change works? You're not sure, so decide to ask Siri. Siri, does climate... WATCH OUT!</i><br />
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<i>You spin the wheel frantically to the left to avoid the figure who, from nowhere, shows up in the headlights. The car bumps and jolts -but pleasantly so, thanks to advances in hydraulics and engineering - as it bounces over the rocky roadside and thumps into a ditch.</i><br />
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<i>You are unhurt, but shaken. Then you remember what has happened. The body! You must have hit the figure which appeared - there was no way you could have avoided him, another victim of texting-while-jaywalking.</i><br />
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<i>You spring out of the car, praying he is still alive and that he hasn't put a dent in your Prius. Your clothes soak up the rain as you hobble back to the road. It's hard to see at the best of times when you're wearing Google Glass, but in the darkness it is difficult to see anything. But there is no sign of a body!</i><br />
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<i>You consider the situation. Are you certain that it </i>was<i> someone, and not the work of Weta Workshop or Industrial Light & Magic? Yes. You can remember the arms held up in fright as the car collided, and the look of anguish on his face. There was something familiar about that face. An old man, with white hair, a robe, pointy hat, said something about you not passing...</i><br />
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<i>Your heart leaps: no, impossible! With a shiver of fear you race back into the car, jump inside, force the key into the ignition and twist if violently! Unfortunately the battery is dead. Your car is not budging from the ditch tonight.</i><br />
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<i>Your situation is hopeless. How can you ask your Facebook friends for help? As if in answer, a light appears in the distance. Someone has switched on a 56-inch HDTV in a house nearby! What a stroke of luck! The new seasons of Game of Thrones premieres tonight, you thought you were going to miss it, for sure. </i><br />
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<i>You slam the door, take a quick Instagram of the car to upload when you're back in cellphone range and set off for the house. A flash of lightning lights it up clearly for you but, in your preoccupation with Angry Birds: Star Wars, the warning from above is wasted on you. The house is old and in a shocking state of repair. The satellite dish on the roof doesn't even appear to be plugged in.</i><br />
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<i>As you climb the steps to the front door, little do you realise what fate has in store for you - they only have dial-up internet.</i><br />
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So, where did I go so wrong <a href="http://fightingdantasy.blogspot.co.nz/2008/04/10-house-of-hell.html" target="_blank">last time</a>? Ah, the white wine. Won't drink it this time. Red it is! Now I have to choose between lamb and duck... sticking with red, I eat the lamb. The Earl of Drumer (I know an anagram when I see one...) tells me about his family, then offers me cheese, coffee and brandy... I pass on the brandy, and all seems good.<br />
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But it's not, of course. I pass out, wake in a room with my feet bound - but not my hands. It seems Mr Murder isn't as clever as he is creepy.<br />
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Moving on, I'm soon hit on by some hot angel lady who, in an exquisite piece of plot exposition, tells me Mr Murder is in fact intent on murdering me -shock! horror! - in some kind of Satanic ritual. I need to find the '<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kris" target="_blank">Kris knife</a>' in order to defeat him, but before she can tell me where it is that is in this house and not southeast Asia, she's conveniently finished off by a pair of ghost dogs. </div>
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Last time I tried this book, I came away thinking it would have been better titled <i>Caverns of the Snow Bitch</i>.<br />
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And this post would be better titled 'Round 3', since I tried it twice last time, rolling two skill scores of 7 and eventually having a giant tanty over how difficult it was.</div>
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This time, using the <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/nz/app/gamebook-companion/id560727408?mt=8&ign-mpt=uo%3D2" target="_blank">iOS Gamebook Companion app</a> I rolled a skill of 11 - finally, technology has improved upon the humble six-sided die!</div>
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So, recapping the plot, there's a Snow Witch hiding out in some caverns (duh), and she's plotting to bring on a new ice age - one so severe, it will freeze orcs' feet in mid-pose, if the cover is to be believed (at least with that fur, his groin will stay warm).</div>
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None of this is mentioned in the book's intro though - as it begins, I'm escorting a caravan across an iced-over lake when we come across an outpost that appears to have been trashed by a giant non-witchy type creature which I know happens to be a yeti. No, I don't have special powers - I've just finished reading <a href="http://fightingdantasy.blogspot.co.nz/2008/04/9-caverns-of-snow-witch.html" target="_blank">my previous entry on this book</a>!</div>
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Because of this I know the yeti is a tough fight, so despite the book telling me I offer to hunt it down, in real life I had my fingers crossed behind my back so I don't have to, really.</div>
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I make my across a bridge, and am set on by two snow wolves with their stamina listed before their skill! Aarrrrghhhghh! Leading with my skill, I dispatch them easy, then make an igloo to hide in while I wait for the blizzard to end.</div>
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Once it does, I accidentally run into the yeti I was trying to avoid - all of Allansia to wander in, and I run into the yeti? What are the chances? Again the iPad plays nice, I easily cut it down, and its would-be victim tells me everything I already know about the Snow Witch (except the one detail that would have been useful, as you'll find out below) and the book proper begins.</div>
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It's not long before I've found the secret entrance to the caverns, and the first thing I find is a bowl of "yellow liquid" in a brass bowl. What the hell, I drink the witch's piss and what do you know, it's a healing elixir! Maybe this book isn't so brutal after all, depending on whether you classify drinking witch piss as brutal.</div>
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It's soon clear I've gone in a different direction to last time too, when I bump into a mountain elf - with my sword! Just as he's about to die, he tells me about the 'obedience collars' the Snow Witch makes her captives wear, gives me his robes and then, I can only presume, dies of frostbite. </div>
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My next encounter is with a dwarf who gives me some balls of iron, presumably belonging to that orc in the picture up there. As he bails on me, he shouts "Beware the white rat!" which sounds like some kind of mafia code word, but this being FF, is probably to be taken literally.</div>
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Next up was the ugly robed man that killed me last time. Then, I couldn't decide whether it was him or his robes that were meant to be ugly - I can definitely report now, after looking at the illustration, it's definitely both. Even with just a black line drawing, his robe just screams purple and burnt orange.</div>
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We briefly fight, and when the glass prism he's holding (told you it was a brief fight) smashes, a genie emerges and doesn't give me any wishes at all - instead offering the suspiciously specific ability to turn invisible once - and only once. I even bet this once has to be within the pages of this book...</div>
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Given the choice of three exits, I choose the one leading into the mouth of a giant skull, of course, and I'm soon set up on by a crystal warrior, impervious to my feeble sword and skill of 11. Hmmm, how can I sneak past him? If only I had just obtained the ability to... OK, you get it.</div>
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My next encounter is with the aforementioned white rat. Aha! I know to 'beware' this thing. Um, now what? I don't have any ground minotaur horn, nor am I wearing a gold ring... oh. I have to fight it, with its skill of 12 and stamina of 14 'cause it's actually a white dragon with an icy breath every attack round.</div>
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Again, the iPad dice rolls save my bacon! Time to quaff some provisions, all these gaping wounds are making me hungry.</div>
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Checking out the sarcophagus in the corner of the room - it's the Snow Witch! She's a mind-controlling vampire! Do I have anything that can kill a vampire? Nope, just an elf's cloak and a dwarf's iron balls. </div>
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That would be enough to kill a <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=sparkling%20vampires" target="_blank">sparkling vampire</a>, but not a real one.</div>
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It's been 30 years since the first Fighting Fantasy gamebook, <i><a href="http://fightingdantasy.blogspot.co.nz/2012/02/round-2-warlock-of-firetop-mountain.html" target="_blank">The Warlock of Firetop Mountai</a>n</i>, was published. To celebrate, series co-creator Ian Livingstone penned his first new book in god only knows how long - and, based on my first go at it, it could be one of his best.<br />
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To begin with, it certainly doesn't feel like classic FF though - for starters, it's set in the modern world, so instead of gold pieces you're trading dollars, a sword is nigh on useless when you have a shotgun and provisions are now Medi Kits. OK, that's more videogame world than modern, but it makes more sense than wolfing down food to heal wounds - although, as we'll discover soon, that still works. If chocolate is food (I'm glad to report that according to Ian, chocolate is indeed food - and healthy food at that.)<br />
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Anyway. So, on opening up the book for the first time, the first thing I notice is there's sweet fuck-all in the way of instructions. It'd be fair to say most people playing this book would be well familiar with how FF works, but surely Ian expected a few newcomers? Turns out, he did - the rules aren't missing, they've just been streamlined, gutted, completely disemboweled - like going from <i>Civilization IV</i> to <i>Civilization V</i>, Ian's pretty much worked out what made FF interesting and what was just complexity for complexity's sake, changed it completely, and it works.<br />
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<i>Example of a non-glorified Choose Your Own Adventure Book. (And yes, I'm aware <a href="http://turnto400.blogspot.co.nz/2010/06/so-what-is-deal-here-exactly.html" target="_blank">Turn to 400</a> used this joke before me.)</i></div>
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Ninety-five percent of the baddies you're going to come up against are mindless zombies, so what's the point in giving each skill and stamina scores? They're just cannon fodder. In FF books past, fighting a couple of zombies when you're armed with a sword was a big deal. But this is now - we have guns and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLquz4Iz-30" target="_blank">old records</a>, so four, six, 12 zombies - who wants to roll that many dice? Most fights I had were over in three or four rolls. That's awesome.<br />
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Right, so rolling my stats - or should I say, stat - the book said stamina is 2D6+12, but I know since its release Ian's upped the stamina stat to 2D6+20, so I used that. Apparently the zombies kept winning.<br />
Your character is a bit of a geek, travelling around Europe looking for things like vampires and ghosts, without much success until you're kidnapped and imprisoned in a dungeon beneath a castle.<br />
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Switching into the first person now - I woke one day, five or six after being captured, determined to escape. Every now and then a drunk, fat guard called Otto would bring me some disgusting food, and I came up with a plan.<br />
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"Otto!" I shouted. "Ottoooo!" After several minutes of shouting, an angry Otto shows up and kicks me in the ribs, doing three stamina of damage and cracking a rib. Yeowch.<br />
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The next time he comes in, I do some kind of ninja move and try to grab his head between my legs - badly. He beats me into unconsciousness, and I only awake to discover I'm being torn apart by zombies.<br />
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So, using<a href="http://www.3news.co.nz/Fighting-Fantasy-gets-digital-makeover/tabid/418/articleID/271491/Default.aspx" target="_blank"> one of Ian's "five-finger bookmarks"</a>, I do what <a href="http://lostpedia.wikia.com/wiki/Daniel_Faraday" target="_blank">Daniel Faraday said couldn't be done</a> and change the past, instead going for his waist. I pull him down, we fight, I win.<br />
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Turns out he took the job as a prison officer 'cause it paid good, but now feels like a prisoner himself, since he can't leave. I could stick another <i>Lost </i>link here, but you know.<br />
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Not feeling particularly sorry for poor Otto, I lock him up and leave - the first room I find is his so I go through his belongings, of course. In his Jimi Hendrix-adorned backpack I find pencils, dice (woah, meta), a book with half its pages missing and a magazine about accordions "None of it is of interest to you", the accurately text tells me (<a href="https://www.google.co.nz/search?hl=en&safe=off&q=weird+al+accordian&bpcl=35466521&ion=1&bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_cp.r_qf.&biw=1366&bih=611&um=1&ie=UTF-8&tbm=isch&source=og&sa=N&tab=wi&ei=E6CLUN7rGaXriAfn8oDwAQ" target="_blank">what if Weird Al was reading?</a>) so I eat his meatloaf instead.<br />
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Before leaving I take another look around and find my first weapon - a penknife. It's <a href="https://www.google.co.nz/search?hl=en&safe=off&q=shaun+of+the+dead+cricket+bat&bpcl=35466521&ion=1&bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_cp.r_qf.&biw=1366&bih=611&um=1&ie=UTF-8&tbm=isch&source=og&sa=N&tab=wi&ei=N6CLUOTTF4iXiAfS8IGIBQ" target="_blank">not exactly a cricket bat</a>, but hey.<br />
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There's also $15, which I'm sure despite inflation is worth far less than 15 gold pieces.<br />
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The next people I come across are Boris and Gregor <a href="http://www.hrwiki.org/wiki/kids'_book" target="_blank">(is a weird name)</a>, stocking shelves. Boris says he can tell me what's going on in this place if I give him $10 - or I could just read the blurb at the back of the book, but I decide to pay him anyway, 'cause it's probably essential for the book's plot.<br />
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Boris reads the blurb on the back of the book, explaining how Newt Gingrich is planning - sorry, Gingrich Yurr - to take over the world with a zombie army he's creating by kidnapping people and injecting them with genetically engineered zombie blood. He says it's up to me to kill Gingrich and all the zombies, without explaining why he and his bandage-headed mate don't do it instead.<br />
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He's got loads of stuff for sale, but I've only got a few dollars left now, so I have to choose carefully. This being my first attempt at <i>BotZ</i>, I've no idea what to choose - can't even use past experience of Ian Livingstone adventures, 'cause this one's set in the modern day. In the end I settle for glue, tape and batteries. Who knows, maybe I'll find a light sabre, a model airplane and a ripped sheet of paper?<br />
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Before I go I ask if they've got any food, so Boris gives me some chocolate which reverses the damage done when Otto broke my rib, and off I go!<br />
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The next door I come across is very small - but it can't be goblins or anything, right? This is 2012, not 1982. Nope, it's old newspapers, rat poo, $2 and some bullets! Which, according to the instructions are infinite once you've found them, even if the text specifies a certain number of cartridges or boxes. Not complaining.<br />
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A few doors later, I come across my first group of zombies - finally - and I cut them all down with my penknife, and after the second batch, I've acquired a pistol.<br />
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Soon I've ascended some stairs to the first floor of the castle, out of the depths of the dungeon, and come across some portraits of the Gingrich family - now, there's no magic in this world, right? It should be safe to look at the portraits. I find Gingrich Yurr, wearing a yellow waistcoat and carrying a bunny, looking somewhat like Richard Branson posing next to a light blue 1960s sports car (that little observation comes courtesy of <a href="https://twitter.com/tsariqa" target="_blank">Mrs Dantasy</a>).<br />
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<b style="font-weight: normal;">Lucky I found that Hendrix bag, eh? I guess I could wear the glasses, wrap the tape around my fist, pop the calculator in my pocket and um, strap the book to my foot as a rudimentary shoe? I dunno.</b><br />
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<b style="font-weight: normal;">Yes, DOGS. In a castle full of zombies, I'm killed by a pack of dogs. I even tried cheating, and still died. I'd initially put on an awesome set of medieval armour I figured would help me, but instead it slowed me down, allowing the pack of dogs to catch up and knock me over, nibbling me to death in the parts of my body still exposed. </b><br />
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<b style="font-weight: normal;">Well, it's hard to say from a single reading whether <i>BotZ </i>is worthy of being part of the FF lineage, but I feel that Ian's really pulled it off (Wait, isn't this entire blog based on judging FF books from a single playthrough? Shut up, ow... ).</b><br />
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Despite the hackneyed setting - oh, zombies, how... original - the new rules and the switch to the modern day, <i>BotZ </i>felt like classic FF. Without a doubt.<br />
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The font was old-school, which helped, and the illustrations were also very, very FF - as in there was no attempt to go colour, manga, '3D' or anything. If you just turned to a random page and looked around, you wouldn't know it was a couple of decades removed from the classic era at all.<br />
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And despite my initial impression, once I got reading, it felt like classic FF, which for me, counts the most.<br />
I might change my mind if I ever make it so far to see Gingrich face-to-face, but based on this first play, Ian nailed it.<br />
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Now, I'm going to go read all the other reviews I've put off reading until now, and hope like god to avoid spoilers.Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420300163867766297noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215693550440664594.post-81127926632977572922012-10-16T21:02:00.000+13:002012-10-16T21:03:19.614+13:00Round 2: Scorpion Swamp<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"What happened to <i>Island of the Lizard King</i>?!" I hear you ask. Well, I actually finished that one <a href="http://fightingdantasy.blogspot.co.nz/2008/04/6-island-of-lizard-king.html" target="_blank">the first time around</a>, so no need to repeat it here.<br />
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"But you finished <i>Scorpion Swamp</i> too!" you say. Yeah, but this one has three quests in it, <a href="http://fightingdantasy.blogspot.co.nz/2008/04/8-scorpion-swamp.html" target="_blank">and I only did one</a>. It's like, a precursor to games like <i>Angry Birds </i>- yeah I finished it, but with only one star.<br />
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Speaking of <i>Angry Birds</i>, this is the first adventure I'll be trying out without two dice, a pen and some paper - instead I'll be using this <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/gb/app/gamebook-companion/id560727408?mt=8" target="_blank">Gamebook Companion</a> iOS app. I also won't be making a map, 'cause I've already sat down with the laptop and iPad, and don't want to get up again to find a pen.<br />
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The backstory in <i>Scorpion Swamp</i> is thus: You're a "hardy adventurer", which I think is Allansian for "hobo" since you start the book without any cash. After meeting an old woman who gives you what passed then for a "magic ring" but is essentially what you and I would know as a "compass", you decide to wander into the titular Scorpion Swamp for shits and giggles, 'cause you know, how could things go wrong when you're a hobo with a compass?<br />
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Well, the ring's not just a compass - it also glows when in the presence of evil, like a novelty store mood ring worn by Emperor Palpatine or Chad Kroeger.<br />
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On the way to the swamp, which lies in the far west, I have "many experiences that a less seasoned traveller would call adventures", slaying dragons, orcs and wizards before the first paragraph is even up. Despite this, I turn up to the swamp penniless and without provisions - total hobo.<br />
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A man in the local bar (again, hobo...) tells me if I'm going to enter the swamp, I should have a reason, a goal, some kind of purpose - this isn't <i>Skyrim Swamp</i>, after all. Last time I worked for a guy called Poomchucker, so this time it's a choice between a good wizard and an evil one - let's go for the good guy, Selator, 'cause his name sounds like 'Skeletor', even if he'll only have lame spells to offer me like 'Friendship' and 'Bless'.<br />
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Selator wants me to enter the swamp and bring back a berry from the plant Antherica, which is used by good wizards (as opposed to evil wizards, not incompetent wizards, though I guess some would be,'cause any decent wizard would be evil if they could) in healing spells.<br />
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He gives me six spells from the neutral and lame - I mean, good - lists, and off I go!<br />
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First guy I run into is the Master of Wolves. He sounds pretty badass, but I don't have that "lame" Friendship spell, so instead hurl a fireball at him. His wolves are spooked and flee, but it turns out the Master of Wolves is also a master of magic, and with a wave of his fist he breaks my sword arm from afar.<br />
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We fight - well, not so much fight as he kicks the crap out of me - and I run off with my tail between my legs, down to 6 stamina already. This is not going well. Since I've hardly even entered the swamp, couldn't I just head back and rest a few weeks while my arm heals? No?<br />
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Crossing a nearby stream, I'm attacked by leeches, another stamina point closer to my death... which comes at the hands (branches?) of the Sword Trees I used for firewood last time.<br />
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The Master of Wolves didn't make very good firewood.<br />
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Killed by a tree. This marks a new low for this blog.<br />
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But watch this space - my copy of <i>Blood of the Zombies</i> should be here any soon! And in case you missed it, I interviewed Ian Livingstone, the guy behind Tin Man Games and Alex, editor of Fighting Fantazine for a news story a couple of weeks back - <a href="http://www.3news.co.nz/Fighting-Fantasy-gets-digital-makeover/tabid/418/articleID/271491/Default.aspx" target="_blank">check it out</a>.Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420300163867766297noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215693550440664594.post-51074673616359533892012-10-05T16:58:00.000+13:002012-10-05T16:59:01.884+13:00In the news!Not so much Fighting Dantasy in the news, as Fighting Dantasy writing the news... For the day job I wrote a news piece about the 30th anniversary of Fighting Fantasy, its rebirth on digital platforms and the new book, <i>Blood of the Zombies</i>.<br />
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Ian Livingstone kindly agreed to answer a few questions, as did Neil Rennison from Tin Man Games - the company who'll be making iOS and Android versions of the games from now on - and Alex Ballingall, a fellow Kiwi whom you might know as the editor of <i>Fighting Fantazine</i>. <br />
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Without further mucking around, <a href="http://www.3news.co.nz/Fighting-Fantasy-gets-digital-makeover/tabid/418/articleID/271491/Default.aspx" target="_blank">here's the link</a>! It might be the first piece of writing of mine you read that doesn't contain a swear. Except this one. Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420300163867766297noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215693550440664594.post-22828295525683530272012-08-14T22:45:00.000+12:002012-08-14T22:48:18.726+12:00Round 2: Deathtrap Dungeon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The idea of having a second go at the gamebooks I failed the first time around is that I can use the knowledge gained on my first go to know what <i>not </i>to do.<br />
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In theory, at least. 'Cause there's sweet fuck all in <a href="http://fightingdantasy.blogspot.co.nz/2008/03/deathtrap-dungeon.html" target="_blank">the blog entry for the first play through Deathtrap Dungeon</a> that's of any use to me now! Except perhaps to avoid pits. Always a good strategy in <i>FF,</i> considering the powers that be named their compendium of monsters <i><a href="http://fightingfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Out_of_the_Pit" target="_blank">Out of the Pit</a></i>.<br />
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So. I rolled up a 10/21/10 dude, which is better than the 7/24/12 guy I had last time, I guess. Potion of Luck it is, then.<br />
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<i>Deathtrap Dungeon </i>takes place in the city of Fang, which is in a part of Allansia that's clearly meant to echo southeast Asia - the province is called Chiang-Mai, it borders the River Kok, and the guy who wakes you up on the morning of what passes for the Olympics in Allansia is "a small man with slanted eyes". And no, they're not slanted because you cut them that way with your sword.<br />
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It was a different time, I guess. (And let's not get into what the "greatest hospitality" and "treated like a demigod" lines probably mean - these books were for kids, weren't they?)<br />
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There's a massive reward for getting through the dungeon alive, which no one has ever done. But your character isn't interested in the prize money - he's drawn to it because no one's ever come out alive. Kind of like what draws people like me to rabbit holes like <i>Lost</i>.<br />
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On first entering the dungeon, I find a box with my name it containing two gold pieces, and a message from the dungeon's designer Baron Sukumvit saying it is a "token aid". I'm no economist, but this is a dungeon no one ever leaves... and it has an economy? I guess the same could be said about [insert country/city of your choice here].<br />
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I'm quickly aware I've chosen the same random path as I did last time when I encounter the same bamboo stalk. What the hell, I'll drink what's in it - it gives me one stamina point, plus the ability to withstand melting-point temperatures without harm! I'm not sure how I know this - I can only assume on drinking any strange substance, I undergo a ritualistic prodding, burning, stabbing and melting of different parts of my body to see if it has any effect.<br />
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The very next paragraph I'm subjected to an increased air temperature... makes you wonder why the bamboo was there in the first place. Doesn't seem like the Baron had a very good business plan.<br />
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Couple of orcs later, I'm in the room with the dead barbarian and the goblet - JUST LIKE LAST TIME. It's like... I'm fated to go this way or something, like how I always run into <a href="http://fightingdantasy.blogspot.co.nz/2012/03/round-2-citadel-of-chaos.html" target="_blank">the goddamn ganjees from<i> Citadel of Chaos</i></a>.<br />
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After popping over to the impaled barbarian and eating his meat (again, these books were for children), I head off (EDIT: no pun intended, seriously...)<br />
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The next encounter of note - or at least encounter I can make a pithy observation about - is the room with the dagger in a bowl of writhing worms. The full-page artwork clearly shows the handle of the dagger to be sticking out at least six inches from the slimy invertebrate enemy... yet if you choose to take it, "you lean over the pit and plunge your forearm into the mass of wriggling worms". The death wish theory is looking pretty good, right about now.<br />
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Turns out that dagger belonged to a giant fly, which I dispatch quickly before wiping the "vile yellow slime" off my sword. What, no chance to lick it off?<br />
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Then I come to the pit that killed me for good last time. This time I try swinging across on a rope, but it's been cut, and I fall to the bottom. In the pitch black darkness of the bottom of this pit, I eat two feeds and find a blood-red ruby. Sweet! Then I climb out, as easily as I fell down there in the first place.<br />
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Next up's an old weird guy who asks me a basic maths question. If there was something I was good at as a kid, it certainly wasn't playing <i>FF </i>gamebooks - it was basic maths! (No, seriously - I captained a maths-winning school team in 1992. I peaked seriously early.) He gives me back the skill point the book took when I fell in that pit.<br />
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Later on I run into a competitor in this game - no, not another reader (how weird would that be?!), a barbarian NPC whom appears to be wearing some slick '80s shades.<br />
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<a href="http://fightingdantasy.blogspot.co.nz/2008/03/5-city-of-thieves.html" target="_blank">Last time I read <i>City of Thieves</i></a>, I was killed by an apple past its use-by date. And that was on my second attempt - the first ended in a hail of arrows just after my much-hyped arrival in Port Blacksand, as it's better known.<br />
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I couldn't possibly do any worse this time, could I? With a skill of 11, stamina 21 and luck 12, surely it would be a walk in the park?<br />
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So the book begins with your character cutting his finger on his own sword, almost tripping over a black cat and a 50-mile trek across the badlands outside Port Blacksand, all to find some lazy wizard who won't protect his civilian neighbours from the evil Zanbar Bone, and kick some sense into him.<br />
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Taking advantage of my high skill, I cut my way past the guard (a haste that will come back to haunt me... spoiler alert!) and enter the city. Last time I went left, so this time, I head right. There's a madman, aptly named since he attacks awesome me with his skill of 5. I pocket his smoky crystal ball, and head on.<br />
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My next encounter is with an ogre who bafflingly, once dead (it's an ogre! Don't judge), bequeaths me a single white silk glove. Now, I'm a firm believer that Michael Jackson's white silk glove was the source of his powers, so I stick it on. "Bad" idea... it burns my hand, knocking 2 points off my skill and making it rather painful to grab my crotch and hit the high notes. Not that it's an option in the text. (And is it just me, or is the ogre's arm melting in the supplied artwork? Was he wearing the glove on his elbow?)<br />
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I'm then mugged by a bunch of fucking dwarves for all my gold. This is not going well. I don't even bother to stop in at the next shop - what use are flowers in this hellhole? Wait, is Nicodemus a woman?<br />
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Without any cash there's nothing for me at the city markets, so heading north I'm soon at the bridge where Nicodemus lives. I pay the bridge beggar my ghost money (just like last time, I got this far completely skint, despite being the land's most famed dragonslayer - I'm guessing people are just downloading their anti-dragon software these days) and pop down to the wizard's hut, get the instructions for defeating Zanbar Bone and move on.<br />
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First place I come across, down Candle St, is a guy offering 20 gold to anyone risking a 1 in 6 chance of death - how convenient, considering dice have 6 sides! I take up his offer, since I could do with the cash - unicorn tattoos don't sound cheap.<br />
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Between now and the north city wall, I win a game of baseball, fight some plants and buy some candles, before being accosted by some guards. It's not apparent just what I've done wrong - killing that guard, killing an ogre, gambling, stealing a flower... yeah, let's say it was stealing that flower.<br />
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I avoid them by climbing up a tree, but unlike everything single other thing in the <i>FF </i>universe, it seems jumping out of trees isn't guided by skill or luck. It's just... fatal.<br />
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Would have been better off attacking that entire pirate crew like last time.Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420300163867766297noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215693550440664594.post-73199375857550919422012-07-05T21:20:00.000+12:002012-07-05T21:20:30.683+12:00Round 2: Starship Traveller<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I made so many Star Trek jokes in <a href="http://fightingdantasy.blogspot.co.nz/2008/03/4-starship-traveller.html" target="_blank">my original <i>Starship Traveller</i> playthrough</a>, I'm not sure how I'm going to make fun of it this time around. Since then (four years ago!) I've watched <i>Battlestar Galactica</i>, but unless there's a subplot in <i>Starship Traveller </i>where your science officer is seduced by a robot, elected president and starts a cult, I'm not sure that's going to work...<br />
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Recapping the plot - you're the captain of a ship, the titular Starship Traveller, and you're so inept at your job you let it smack into a black hole. You, and everyone else on board, awakes in a parallel universe, and the only option is to explore.<br />
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It's not made clear why you couldn't just turn around and go back into the hole you came out of, but hey, the book was written in 1983 and they hadn't even discovered the Higgs boson yet, so let's cut Steve Jackson a break.<br />
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(Could you imagine Steve Jackson and other <i>FF</i> writer Steve Jackson in 2012, fighting over who had the rights to the name @stevejackson on Twitter? Turns out they were both beaten to it by a pharmaceutical spambot that tweeted a single link.)<br />
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Last time it seemed I chose to go to wacky "what if?" type of alternate Earth history planets - and failed to find my way home, as always - so this time, first stop is a "barren" planet. Our engineering officer says we're almost out of dilibrium, which is essential for our ship to run. It's common in our universe, but in this one, it seems to be <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unobtainium" target="_blank">unobtanium</a>.<br />
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We detour to an asteroid field, and send out one of the officers with a jetpack to investigate. In this case, security, since his skill is 7 - considerably lower than either of his guards - so no big loss if he dies. He dies. His replacement has a skill of 5. His crew are literally more than twice as skilled as he is! Why doesn't one of them take over? What kind of captain am I with a chain of command that favours an officer's retarded nephew over his skilled underlings?<br />
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Still, we need that dilibrium, so let's try... the medical officer. He dies the same way as the security officer - hit by an asteroid, his suit rips open and his body "vaporizes instantly", which is totally unscientific but again, 1983. They still thought AIDS was caused by the gay.<br />
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Shit. Um, how about my engineering officer, with a skill of 12? This dilibrium better be good stuff. He not only succeeds, but somehow on getting back on board, hands it to the engineering officer. I have two? If they look at each other, will it break the <a href="http://backtothefuture.wikia.com/wiki/Space-time_continuum" target="_blank">space-time continuum</a>? What kind of ship am I running here? What if he's made of anti-matter? Does he have a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Evil_twin" target="_blank">goatee</a>?<br />
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Anyway, half my original crew dead, it's time to get on with visiting my very first planet. (If only the text had told me they were wearing <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Redshirt_(character)" target="_blank">red shirts</a>...)<br />
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The barren planet isn't so barren - a ship attacks as I approach it, I blast it out of the sky and head down to the surface. There we find dilibrium. FFS.<br />
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Onto the next system - a double star. But of course, before we get there, some more shit goes down - one of my security guards is going berserk after drinking 'water' on the planet of dilibrium. Since my medical officer is apparently nowhere to be seen, it's up to me to make a call. I say, 'Hey, eat some of this random powder we found on the ground on that shitty planet we just left,' and he does, and he dies, 'cause that's what happens you follow my orders.<br />
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At the double star, I beam down alone (if anyone's going to die this time, it's me) onto a planet populated by brown-skinned aliens whose voices have a musical quality. Planet of R&B slow jams, then. I ask if they can help us get home, and am told sure, but I can't enter the astronomy department with my phaser. Considering how many of my own people I've killed through my own incompetence, it's perhaps for the best that I hand it over... I'm then smacked on the back of the head, and awake strapped to a metal chair.<br />
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Turns out (deep breath...) the binary star system is tearing their planet apart, and they need our ship. So their convoluted plan is to make a replica of me which will broadcast a message back to our crew telling them to bring it down so they can take it. As opposed to just use their planet's military to take it. Or force me to give the order to come down - come on, it wouldn't be the dumbest thing I've done since landing us in this universe.<br />
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Somehow I foil this plan by thinking really, really hard, which affects the replica's thought patterns, because now I have ESP. He sends a coded message to the crew warning them to stay away - I'm guessing it was, 'Hey, come down, everything's FINE... when have I ever done you wrong?'<br />
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Next planet is blue-green, I beam down with the few original officers I have left, since the rest are prematurely promoted hacks... my science officer, engineering officer and a guard. We meet a race of hicks who know nothing of astronomy, so we leave, 'cause there's no way there could possibly be anyone else on this planet who knows anything about astronomy.<br />
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The next planet, we send down a recon party who find a crashed ship with no pilot, sending out a mayday call. The book, no shit, actually says "there being nothing else to see on the planet..." At all? If aliens landed in the middle of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huntly,_New_Zealand" target="_blank">Huntly </a>they'd probably assume there was nothing else to see on Earth and leave too.<br />
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(Quick aside for the New Zealand readers out there - I heard they finally took down the old Deka sign. Is it true?)<br />
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Soon after they get back, it's reported three of the engineers in the recon party have mysteriously died. Being the awesome captain I am, I jettison the ship as a precaution, and it crashes on the surface of the planet, killing the rest. The virus however is already on board - two more engineers die. (I have so many engineers, it's wonder we had a problem with the engines in the first place. Maybe we didn't? Perhaps they just have a really strong union.) My science officer suggests just sealing off the affected sections, which is you know, sensible, and after ejecting the air from those sections, condemning the staff still in there to death, it works.<br />
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By this point, I'm feeling more like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zapp_Brannigan" target="_blank">Zapp Brannigan</a> than Jean-Luc Picard or Lee Adama.<br />
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Next up we encounter a ship captained by Commander M'k Mal of the Imperial Ganzig Confederation. Sounds friendly enough... but he wants to arrest us, and his name (not to mention the 'Imperial' part of his confederation's name) sounds vaguely evil, so we blow him out of the sky. If there's one thing I'm good at tonight, it's killing. Indiscriminately.<br />
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The next planet we find is volcanic and unlikely to hold life, which means I'm unlikely to kill anything, so we beam down... and all almost fall into a volcano.<br />
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Next planet my science officer, engineering officer and I are trapped and scheduled to enter some kind of contest... we don't find out what because killing is what we do, and we kill all the guards and escape, without even a scratch.<br />
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Then my crew mutinies and forces me to fly into the nearest black hole, and we all die. Hey, at least that one wasn't my fault.<br />
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Didn't get a single co-ordinate, angle, speed reading, nothing. Worst. Attempt at <i>Starship Traveller</i>. Ever.<br />
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And that's saying something.Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420300163867766297noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215693550440664594.post-68565637017420500272012-03-23T21:15:00.001+13:002012-03-23T21:28:25.535+13:00Round 2: The Forest of Doom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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What I learned from <a href="http://fightingdantasy.blogspot.co.nz/2008/02/3-forest-of-doom.html" target="_blank">my last playthrough of <i>Forest of Doom</i></a>:<br />
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1. If my skill rating is higher than my luck rating, do not eat the mushrooms. If it's lower, then eat the mushrooms. Just pretend for a second my in-world character is both a doctor and an astrologist, and is able to tell at which he excels.<br />
2. If I find an enchanted sword, ignore the stupid rule that doesn't let it take my skill over its initial value - pretend it's just a +2 attack strength sword, and use it to give Ian Livingstone -2 testicles.<br />
3. Don't fight things that look like dragons, even if you have an enchanted -2 nuts sword.<br />
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So as we all know, the aim of <i>Forest of Doom</i> is to find the two pieces of a sacred dwarf hammer. In the introduction, your character, camping out in the great outdoors, is awoken when a dwarf with the ironic name 'Bigleg' is shot with a pair of crossbow bolts. Instead of freaking the fuck out and getting the fuck out of there, you apparently get the guy a blanket and a drink and sit him down, listen to his final words - find the hammer, etc - as he breathes his last breath, then rob him of 30 gold pieces.<br />
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Only then does it come to mind to find this hammer and avenge his death, but not before a bit more shut-eye. It's not like that dead dwarf needs the blanket anymore, is it?<br />
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So, I get to Yaztromo's, again resisting the temptation to use my epic skill of 9 to cut him down in the first paragraph, and buy some of his wares - nose filters, of course, and a headband, 'cause they're funny, plus the obligatory rope, boots of leaping, etc. It's a forest, so insect and plant control potions could come in handy.<br />
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I wish he had a Potion of Wyvern deathness, considering my last attempt, but alas.<br />
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Onto the forest! I head east, and am accosted by a talking crow, which will give me "advice" for 1GP. Cheaper than a lawyer I guess. He tells me to go north, and that he needs 30GP to pay Yaztromo to turn him back into a human again. But he's a talking bird! I could go back to Yaztromo, ask him to turn me into a talking bird, and be done with this book forever, 'cause no page 400 is going to beat that.<br />
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But north it is. I come across a slimy, dark hole in the ground, in which I find a sting worm (quickly dispatched) and a mystery liquid. I quaff it - and it gives me a +1 attack strength bonus in my next two fights - something not even an enchanted fucking sword can do.<br />
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Mental note: always drink mystery liquids found in slimy holes from now on (this mental note only applies to <i>FF </i>gamebooks).<br />
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The next hole in the ground, described in the book as a cave, features an ogre who can't even handle being hit on the head with a rock. His captive, a weak and soon dead goblin, is wearing the hammer handle on a necklace! Sweet! There's also a mystery box here containing a toxic gas, but I have nose filters, so I'm all good. I'd also be all good if I just held my nose with my fingers, but I guess people didn't do that back in the day? Or I had -2 fingers.<br />
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Next on my agenda is to literally climb a tree just to kill an "ape man" and steal his bracelet, 'cause you know, that's just the kind of guy I am. Apparently.<br />
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Further up the path, I meet a centaur whom appears to have an impressive amount of pubic hair, but it's actually the bushy end of his tail, strategically placed to ensure I didn't mistake him for a young boy. I'm sure they didn't think of these things when they were doing the art back in the '80s.<br />
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I "bid the Centaur good-day", and he responds likewise. It is allegedly "pleasing to meet somebody who is not attacking [me] on sight". 'Cause the "ape man", the ogre, the goblin, the hobgoblins (did I mention them? No? Okay, there were hobgoblins. And evil grass) and sting worm were just begging to be murdered, weren't they?<br />
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He offers to carry me across the river in exchange for gold, which is generous. I'd pay gold to just to say fuck yeah, I rode a CENTAUR, but he's actually going over and above that and offering to get wet and take me somewhere. What a great dude. And since he's naked, I'm kind of glad he's not a young boy.<br />
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Now it's night, time for a sleep, and this time I'm not woken by a wyvern, but a giant spider. Kill it, sleep off the rest of the night, eat two breakfasts to restore my stamina, and onwards north it is.<br />
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Since I began the adventure by heading east, I guess the other part of the hammer will be further westward, so start inkling that way. I briefly lose my page, causing my character to undergo great confusion - "WTF, a dragon?! Two orcs!? A dude showing me his bicep?!" before coming to his senses and finding a well. I chuck a gold piece in, wishing for more gold, but nothing happens.<br />
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So I climb in the well, but miss a rung and fall... losing 2 stamina for the "deep cut on [my] forehead". All of 2 stamina. I apparently "curse", I'm guessing something like, "Fuck yeah! A bed of paper! All I got was a paper cut!"<br />
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After crawling through some tunnels,I find a couple of goblins I'm going to assume are up to no good, 'cause I'm gonna kill them and it feels better if I just assume. They've got gold and clay models of human hands, which has to equal cheese as the strangest thing I've ever picked up in a <i>FF </i>book. Cheese isn't weird in itself, it's just a strange thing to carry on an adventure in the days before refrigeration.<br />
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More crawling through subterranean tunnels brings me to a gremlin smashing clay models of human hands (WTF is going on here?) with a hammer. A HAMMER. But it appears to have a handle, so what do I care? Well, I don't have a choice. The book of course forces me into more murder.<br />
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My character then takes his medallion, 'cause it's made of shiny gold, but takes no interest in the hammer. At all. Not even to check if the handle was a fake.<br />
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More crawling, and I'm soon stabbed right in the thigh by another gremlin - with a cardboard dagger I'm guessing, since it did all of 2 stamina damage. I kill him, and find he's hoarding a "gold ingot" worth 28GP, but so heavy I have to drop something else in order to carry it.<br />
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Goodbye, used nose plugs.<br />
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Out of the pit (see what I did there?), and westward I find a hippie sleeping on a mushroom. Being the dick I am, I wake him up, and he agrees to help me if I give him 5GP - and for this crime, Livingstone calls him "the greedy gnome". Yesterday, I broke into a guy's home - he lived up a tree, so it was hard - just to steal his bracelet, and the <i>gnome </i>is greedy?<br />
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I break a piece off the ingot worth 5GP, and he tells me there's a dead goblin in a crypt up north. Okay, he is greedy.<br />
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I find a stone building with steps going down to where's there's a stone box and a candle, which surely is a crypt. Unfortunately, Livingstone only gives me the options of leaving, or lighting the candle, despite the fact I can already see there's a goddamn coffin.<br />
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But I don't have any Dust of Levitation, so... FFFUUUUU this better not be the crypt the greedy Maharishi spoke of.<br />
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I'm forced further north, right into the path of the fucking wyvern. AAARHRAGHGHGHGHHH! But I have a brass flute, which somehow I know puts wyverns to sleep! "You have a strange feeling that you must play it now." Ah, the famed Flutus Ex Machina! I wish every gamebook had one of these. (I just googled 'flutus' and realise that's not actually Latin for 'flute', it's, err, the term for a musical fart. Again, I wish every gamebook had one of these.)<br />
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I find in his lair a gauntlet and a ring, but you know, I'm not looking to defeat a magical creature am I? I'm just after a hammer. I don't need to risk wearing this shit.<br />
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North, a gang demands five items from my backpack - my choice - in the most illegal game of lucky dip ever played. Fortunately, I'm told to "treat all the items... as single objects, including each Gold Piece".<br />
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So I hack off another piece of the ingot, and hand it over. Broken into five pieces, of course.<br />
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Then I'm out of the forest, and fuck, it's taken ages and I only have one piece of the hammer. I can't be arsed going back around again!<br />
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So in real life I went to bed, got up, ate two breakfasts to restore my stamina, went to work, worked on some new songs, picked up my boy from daycare, cooked and ate dinner, had a bath, helped the wife attach some hair extensions and ripped some old CDs into iTunes, then sat back down again for another go at Darkwood Forest. While I was doing all these things, my dude for some reason was wandering back around the outer edge of the forest back to where he came in, instead of just turning around and walking back the way he came.<br />
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Bad idea, 'cause he's <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=arrowed" target="_blank">ARROWED</a> to death on his way around. Yep, I sat down for a second night with <i>Forest of Doom</i>, only to be spared by a test of luck.Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420300163867766297noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215693550440664594.post-66416715708470339512012-03-02T21:14:00.003+13:002012-03-02T21:15:24.358+13:00Round 2: The Citadel of Chaos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So last time I read <i>The Citadel of Chaos</i> <a href="http://fightingdantasy.blogspot.co.nz/2008/02/2-citadel-of-chaos.html" target="_blank">way back in February 2008</a>, I had too few Levitation spells, spent too long hanging around drawing attention to myself, rolled a skill of 7, and drank too much wine.<br />
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If we parallel this to my real life, well, I've solved none of these problems - do you know how hard it is to afford Levitation spells in a recession? - so my hopes aren't high for defeating Balthus Dire this time around.<br />
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Last time I didn't even get to him, so we'll take this in baby steps, eh?<br />
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I roll a 10/23/9 character, much better than last time. Roll a 13 for magic - three Levitation spells, just 'cause, Fool's Gold, 'cause there's <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FuPfbfJm2rc" target="_blank">not a creature in Allansia that can resist that funky beat</a>, Stamina, 'cause it seems your dude forgot to pack some feeds before he left, two copies of Fire, 'cause it's <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Captain_Planet_and_the_Planeteers" target="_blank">best of the Planeteers' abilities</a>, Illusion, 'cause <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=76Fk6Y7T_YU" target="_blank">tricks are what whores do for money (or cocaine)</a>, ESP, 'cause last time some crazy bitch wanted a gift, and I offered her a silver mirror, and she got crazy, Luck, 'cause I need it, Shielding, 'cause she tried shooting me with her eyes, Creature Copy, 'cause I want to see <a href="http://fightingdantasy.blogspot.co.nz/2008/02/2-citadel-of-chaos.html" target="_blank">an ape with a dog face</a> fight a dog with an ape face and a dog with an ape face fight an ape with a dog face, and lastly Strength, 'cause I'm a dude.<br />
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So! Onto the titular citadel. I didn't record my alibi for the ape-face-dog and dog-face-ape guards last time, so I'm going to go with... tradesman. Oh right, I'm not carrying shit. Better whip out that Fool's Gold spell. Ten minutes of white-boy dancing should convince them to let me in. Much success!<br />
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Inside, there's a bustling courtyard with a monument, some kind of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GubN9upKwcs&ob=av2e" target="_blank">fountain</a> (ha, I wonder how many Stone Roses and Ian Brown links I can get into this one blog entry...). I'm just gonna stride across the courtyard... and someone starts shooting arrows! It's like <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzmMvXo7GXc" target="_blank">that scene from <i>Lost</i>, except I'm not Frogurt</a>. Well, I take one in the calf, but this is Fighting Fantasy, so taking an <a href="http://www.google.co.nz/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=arrow%20in%20the%20knee&source=web&cd=1&sqi=2&ved=0CC8QFjAA&url=http%3A%2F%2Fknowyourmeme.com%2Fmemes%2Fi-took-an-arrow-in-the-knee&ei=235QT_mGNo-SiAeA27HmCw&usg=AFQjCNECLVcAUwh9bIR5m9c-rge-xkjINw" target="_blank">arrow in the k̶n̶e̶e̶</a> calf is no big deal - about the same as skipping breakfast.<br />
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Hiding behind the monument, the arrows cease, and it seems the monument is actually a temple. There's some drinks inside - one clear and bubbly, one red, and one milky. Now, I've drunk enough in my time to know to avoid the milky stuff and the red stuff, so to the bubbles it is!<br />
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Uh-oh. I'm knocked out, and have this wicked dream about a two-headed monster with a bunch of keys and a pet rat, wake up and decide to leave. No! I don't decide to leave! The book makes me. Stupid book.<br />
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One minor tentacle-related encounter later, I'm confronted by a guard I can't decide is <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rocksteady_and_Bebop" target="_blank">Rocksteady from the <i>Ninja Turtles </i></a>cartoons or a one-horned Triceratops. A Monoceratops?<br />
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He wants a password I don't have, and I would like to use my ESP spell since I assume he must know it, but no. I'm forced to bluff. I'm also forced to bluff as a 'herbalist', 'cause I have weeds in my bag, which would have been good to know back on paragraph 1. And who needs Levitation spells when you have weed?<br />
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Anyway it works, 'cause rhinoceratopseses are stupid, and I'm soon wandering down a passage I'm not supposed to be, and I find a bell with a sign, 'Please Ring for Butler'. Yeah, alright.<br />
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A "hunchbacked, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PUqg5DLReJA" target="_blank">mis-shapen </a>creature with rotten teeth, ragged hair and tattered clothes" emerges, begging the question whether this is casual Friday at the Citadel of Chaos, or Balthus Dire just doesn't give a shit.<br />
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He tells me to go left, so I go right (I failed last time, so I'm doing opposites, even if they're opposites I never tried), and end up in some trap, falling unconscious, waking up in that dream I had earlier.<br />
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"Iron bars at the window confirm you are in a prison cell of some sort. There is not much you can do but sit on the straw mattress in one corner until someone appears."<br />
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Err, what about cast a Strength spell and bust my way out? Cast a Fire spell and burn my way out? Cast an Illusion spell and just fool myself into believing I'm out?<br />
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Anyway, the dream is true - there's a two-headed lizard thing trying to feed me. But I guess it must have some keys, so I call it over. It's not as dumb as I think, so I cast an Illusion spell, making myself invisible. Now it comes over, unlocking the door. Time for my first fight! (Here in the citadel, I'm assuming I've fought before this adventure.)<br />
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He's easy, I escape, up the stairs, and like any escaped prisoner, decide to start fucking around. There's a door, and I can't help but knock it down. Inside, there's a sleeping midget of some sort floating above a table.<br />
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O'Seamus? Oh, it's a leprechaun. Irish. So I draw my sword, which he turns limp. He speaks some crap about three doors, so I just pick one at random.<br />
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It's dark! I'm being savaged by some beast! I pass out! I wake up and O'Seamus is laughing! It's been a giant practical joke! He gives me a magic sword - I hope its magic power isn't the ability to go limp - and a silver mirror "of fine workmanship", to differentiate from all the shoddy ones I might find elsewhere in the book.<br />
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The next person I meet is a woman washing clothes in a river, who tells me I need to find a fleece if I want to find Balthus Dire. She doesn't explain further, so I guess she's just obsessed with clothes and stuff. Token female character.<br />
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Next stop is a golem, whom I almost completely defeat with my own Creature Copy golem, finishing him off myself. The book's not clear on what happens if my golem wins - do I get to keep him around to fight off other golems <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golem#Earliest_stories" target="_blank">and gentiles</a> I might meet? Apparently not.<br />
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He was guarding a jar containing a spider with the face of a man, which is something I think I might have needed last time around, hallelujah!<br />
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Not so hallelujah? Once again picking the one staircase (of two) that turns into a super-fun-happy-slide, <a href="http://fightingdantasy.blogspot.co.nz/2008/02/2-citadel-of-chaos.html" target="_blank">just like last time</a>. There goes one Levitation spell... and I would have used another soon after when coming across a chest separated from me by a trench, but the book insists using a Strength spell, and jumping, is better.<br />
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Now, I only have one Strength spell, so no, I won't be doing that. I instead pick up the rope, loop it over the chest, and pull. It's heavy. It pulls me in. That's <i>two </i>Levitation spells...<br />
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Then, according to the book, I "curse at the fiendish trap that had been laid for greedy adventurers like [myself]". Really? Without opening it? Following our ram-raid of Firetop Mountain last week?<br />
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Next up's the ganjees that killed me last time. I still have one Levitation spell on hand, after which I forget the magic words somehow. Their very presence causes me to lose 1 skill, 2 stamina and 1 luck, which is surprising since I still apparently have an arrow sticking out of my calf which no longer seems to be a bother.<br />
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The inevitable happens - I've nothing that can work against them, and they scare the fuck out of me until I jump out a window. But ha! I have a remaining levitation spell! Right? Right.<br />
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Wrong.<br />
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It doesn't work, and I plummet to my death... again.<br />
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Because I'm a glutton for punishment, and/or 'cause I'm out of other ideas, I'm gonna give all the gamebooks I failed the first time around another go.<br />
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Except this time, I'm going to do the opposite of what I did last time, take into account suggestions left on the previous entries, generally try not to be as such a hopeless loser.<br />
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The first time around in <i><a href="http://fightingdantasy.blogspot.co.nz/2008/02/1-warlock-of-firetop-mountain.html" target="_blank">The Warlock of Firetop Mountain,</a> </i>I made it past ol' Dragonball Z pictured on the cover (the 'Z' is for 'Zagor'), only to sit down on his treasure chest and have a sook, 'cause I couldn't open it.<br />
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What will happen this time? Well, whatever it is, it won't be cheating. I spent nearly an hour this evening trying to find my box of <i>FF </i>gamebooks - but it would have been easier finding the <a href="http://www.google.co.nz/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=forest%20off%20doom%20dantasy&source=web&cd=1&ved=0CCcQFjAA&url=http%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FThe_Forest_of_Doom&ei=fz5HT8_sGoquiAfoyLmlDg&usg=AFQjCNG97WhJcqg2CXp3YBuzKyvTU8zFoA&cad=rja" target="_blank">two parts of the Hammer of Stonebridge</a>.<br />
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Then when I did find them - the books, not the hammer - in the bottom box of a pile of boxes, of course - the only one that was missing was <i>The Warlock of Firetop Mountain</i>! WTF?<br />
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So I downloaded <a href="http://www.google.co.nz/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=iapd%20warlock%20of%20firetop&source=web&cd=1&ved=0CCcQFjAA&url=http%3A%2F%2Fitunes.apple.com%2Fnz%2Fapp%2Ffighting-fantasy-warlock-firetop%2Fid345137138%3Fmt%3D8&ei=8T5HT869IIeRiQfw28mpDg&usg=AFQjCNH6N05WxjCt8K6V2-IIbZke0sW9mg" target="_blank">the iPad app</a>. Yeah, I get to use the iPad for once, instead of my three-year-old. So if I fail again, fuck you Steve Jobs!<br />
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To get my skill, stamina and luck scores, I have to shake the $1000 toy. Not a good start. I roll a skill of 7. Not a good start. Stamina 20, luck 9. The shakes needed are quite vigorous too - by the end of this, I probably won't need to go to the gym tomorrow.<br />
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Actually, with a skill of 7, I probably won't even make it to the gym.<br />
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So, let's get started! Hey, what do all these buttons do? *press one* Oh, that was quit. Now I have to re-roll... 12 /17/9. Ooer, that's much better! Honest.<br />
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There's also the option to read the book in whatever font you like. Even Helvetica! This quest <i>just </i>got a whole lot more sophisticated. But kind of sucky, so back to Georgia it is. <i>FF </i>just ain't <i>FF </i>in sans-serif.<br />
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I come across a door, and I have to roll my skill. I try clicking on the 'success' button, but am denied! No more cheating, it would seem. Another shake of the iPad, an increased heart rate (seriously, they're not cheap) and I succeed, 'cause I can't fail. Every time I shake the iPad for a foregone conclusion, I'm going to bill Ian Livingstone a dollar.<br />
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I fall into a pit, losing 1 stamina point. As I leave the room, a giant scroll appears, ramming home the fact I just lost 1 stamina point. It even has a sound effect! I shudder to think what will happen when I lose two. I wonder if I'll get the sound of someone crunching on a carrot when I eat a feed?<br />
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I'll probably find out soon, as I wake a sleeping orc. Fight time! Oh dear. Fights on the iPad are interminable! Half the time I shake the iPad, nothing happens. Then when the dice actually roll, it insists on adding the rolls to your skill score slower than a six-year-old!<br />
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Oh, you can just click on the screen... never mind.<br />
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Next door - isn't that just the drunk orcs? Next one. Snake - key! Yay. (See how much faster everything goes when I don't have to risk mashing my iPad on the ceiling?)<br />
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Next room - oh, here are the drunken orcs. And here's where I discover the first problem with just clicking the screen during fights - if you click the wrong option, like 'ESCAPE!', there's no going back. D'oh!<br />
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This time around, I'm noticing how many stuck doors there are in Firetop Mountain, and I'm enjoying how having a skill of 12 is pretty much like having a skeleton key to the whole dungeon, that's actually my shoulder. Except when it comes to opening chests, of course.<br />
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Next up I find a circular iron shield, which I can only take by dropping one item I'm already carrying. The ebook thinks I'm still carrying the Potion of Strength I drank a few pages back, so thinking I'm outsmarting the game, I drop it... only to realise having unlimited Potions of Strength could actually have come in handy further down the track. Damnit.<br />
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Something I didn't have last time I played was cheese, which I got this time. Hopefully not unlimited cheese. That might begin to smell eventually. Though, if I had unlimited cheese, I'd have no need to be in this dungeon, since my life would already be complete.<br />
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Got my second key at the minotaur - I'm definitely feeling lucky, despite just wandering at random again. Hell, it was four years and one day ago I last played this book, I can't remember which way I'm not meant to go!<br />
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Next stop is a room of paintings that look innocuous in their original black and white, or black and sepia, as they were in the original book, but obviously NOT TO BE LOOKED AT in the iPad version, which renders them with evil glowing faces. I think I'll just skip on through this room...<br />
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So, past the river and onto the maze, I'm quickly knocked out and awake "in the south-west" corner of a room full of zombies. Good to know despite suffering a concussion and being kidnapped whilst unconscious, I still have my innate sense of orientation.<br />
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Or at least I thought I did. A few 'pages' later, I'm onto the real maze. It's not as painful when you're just clicking links, not worrying about page numbers - just where I'm going to find this third damn key.<br />
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Or at least that's what I thought. The maze was as painful as ever, and took nearly 20 minutes of clicking around to get through. Imagine turning all those pages...<br />
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By the time I get to Zagor himself, I've got three keys - hopefully the right ones. Dispatch him while sustaining barely even a scratch, and then it's onto the chest - and it opens! Holy shit.<br />
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For the first time ever, I get to read page 400 of <i>The Warlock of Firetop Mountain</i> - and it doesn't disappoint. Forget the booty - the chest also contains instructions on how to control Firetop Mountain, and everything within it! That's awesome. What if you took over the mountain, and just to keep things simple, decided to call yourself Zagor? And 49 books later, <a href="http://www.google.co.nz/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=return%20to%20firetop%20dantasy&source=web&cd=1&ved=0CCQQFjAA&url=http%3A%2F%2Ffightingdantasy.blogspot.com%2F2009%2F01%2F50-return-to-firetop-mountain.html&ei=g3xIT4CqFYW0iQfd2YnDAw&usg=AFQjCNE7gRwHjVy3_t9i1lZodbYjt53xqw" target="_blank">it's YOU the adventurer is coming to kill</a>?<br />
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So not fuck you, Steve Jobs. Thank you!Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420300163867766297noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215693550440664594.post-12134513025823541762011-11-20T21:18:00.004+13:002011-11-20T23:04:22.992+13:00Wizard #7 - Bloodbones<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jj5giFKyZLA/Tsi4cwL0xbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Oh7PdhPBH2o/s1600/bloodbones%2Bnew%2Bedition.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jj5giFKyZLA/Tsi4cwL0xbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Oh7PdhPBH2o/s320/bloodbones%2Bnew%2Bedition.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676990134410855858" /></a>So this is the first time I've played a gamebook published in the newest new <i>FF </i>series, and I can't go another paragraph without pointing out how impractical the shield that adorns the cover of each book would be, were you to actually be carrying it around as your #1 shield. <p>Those curly bits on the bottom, for starters, would continually be scratching people's legs. </p><p>Contestants in the Trial of Champions would keep trying to pry the jewels out of its umm, ears? Wings? </p><p>Not to mention it has a giant bloody great big hole in the middle large enough for a zombie pirate to step through. (Come to think of it, how big IS this shield? The hole is probably some kind of compromise between size and weight, but I'm assuming it wouldn't lower your life insurance premiums.)</p><p>The plot: when you were 12, a bloodthirsty pirate killed your family and half the village you grew up in, Clam Beach, which I'm guessing is the Allansian analogue of <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Home_and_Away">Home and Away</a></i>'s Summer Bay. (If only Alf was there to stone the flamin' crows!)</p><p>To the north of Clam Beach is the town of Harabnab, where author Jonathan Green tells us is where "all the <i>good </i>adventurers and sailors live". All of them. This explains why Harabnab was never mentioned in any of the previous 60 or so <i>FF </i>gamebooks I failed to complete!</p><p>To the south is the Port of Crabs, which is "haven to every pirate, buccaneer and freebooter" in the area. (I had to look up 'freebooter', which Wikipedia tells me is another word for 'pirate'. I wonder if this book will be about pirates?)</p><p>It's also where the titular Bloodbones has a secret base, or so says the Clam Beach soothsayer - why I'm trusting a prophet who couldn't foresee the rape and pillage of his hometown I don't know. How is he still alive? If Auckland had an official soothsayer on the payroll, and one day the 50 or so volcanoes this city is built on decided to erupt and he'd not given us a warning - no matter how cryptic - if I was boss, he'd be fired. Or thrown into the nearest lava stream, which I'd hope would be through Epsom. Fuck Epsom.</p><p>But Clam Beach's prophet's name is 'Raguy' which is too close to 'Raygun' to ignore, so I give him the benefit of the doubt.</p><p>Bloodbones isn't his real name though - it's just what his detractors call him. His real name is Cinnabar, which Wikipedia tells me is a "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinnabar">common ore of mercury</a>". If I was Cinnabon, I'd totally play up the Bloodbones angle, but I don't think that's the case here. </p><p>Anyway, In true <i>FF </i>style the first thing I do on arrival in the Port of Crabs is check out the local bar scene. The barman tells me Cinnamon is dead, but a drunk hints that's not actually the case. He won't tell me any more 'cause it's not safe, but will in 10 minutes outside in a dark alley. </p><p>Outside the bar, I'm confronted by two decrepit old men - I can tell by their SKILL scores - and a half-ogre, half-something that isn't specified but I'll assume is retard by the way he lets the two old me fight me while he just watches. </p><p>Dutch courage from the bar makes it a no-brainer to rush them, they put up no fight, and the drunk from the bar tells me with his dying words what I suspected from the title of the book - Cinnabar is alive - he just had a flesh wound all along. A flesh wound that killed him, but was healed with some kind of voodoo - somewhere in Harabnab, some noble but ill-advised adventurer was pulling pins out of a doll or something.</p><p>One of the odd things with these new <i>FF </i>books is that they pre-generate a few characters for you to choose from if you're too lazy to roll some dice. Even stranger, the instructions at the front of the book say if you're new to FF, you might as well just start reading the book - without actually learning the rules, creating a character, buying the cheapest boardgame you can find so that you have two dice... it's just bizarre. </p><p>Experienced users on the other hand are pointed to the <i>back </i>of the book where the rules are explained. WTF? It makes less sense than the fucking jazz-hands pointy bits on the bottom of the cover shield.</p><p>Even stranger, of the three characters on offer, only two had their entire families killed by Cinnabar - Griffin Teague's entry only mentions his "father's killer", which doesn't say much for Clam Beach's suffrage movement. It also says he's tracked down Bloodbone's lair, which suggests this generic character made it further than I did before the book even began.</p><p>Anyway, I decided to give a generic character a go and chose Bronwyn Ravenblade, 'cause I thought I might find awkward plot points where the book assumed I was a 12-year-old boy playing a manly hero, but I wasn''t. I didn't.</p><p>Bronwyn's apparently good at gambling, so off to the Gambling Pit! It's guarded by what the book calls "two Troll guards", so I decided to ignore anything they told me. One of the things they told me was, "remember, no fighting". </p><p>Ignoring this when confronted with a cheat card 'magician' got me thrown out of the Gambling Pit. Damn trolls.</p><p>Before I got thrown out though I won some money playing "Calibrius's Calculator", which was essentially spotting a pattern in a series of numbers that would "baffle the greatest minds in Ruddlestone". Ruddlestone must be a shithole, 'cause I solved the problem in three seconds. And that's why the internet says I have an IQ of 153 - after drinks - when I know for reals it's about half that.</p><p><i>Bloodbones </i>uses a codeword system to keep track of a player's actions. It's effective yet hilariously transparent, and would get your email hacked in a few seconds. In the Gambling Pit I overheard a couple of pirates say Cinnabar's ship was due to sail for Bone Island at midnight - and had to write down 'DNALSI'. </p><p>So, getting kicked out of the Gambling Pit also lost me my sword, so I went to the markets and bought a new one, this time a cutlass - when in Rome, etc. I also bought some 'gas globes', 'cause they sound hilarious, and <i>FF </i>could do with an injection of humour at times (why'd you think I started this blog?).</p><p>I'm then approached by a 'gaunt and scrawny' old man with stubble, an eye-patch, a stump for a leg and a monkey who wants to tell me something. (EDIT: The man wants to tell me something,not the monkey. Though if it had the power of speech I'm sure the monkey would have plenty to say.) The picture opposite is of a woman whom appears to be taking part in some kind of Brazilian street party, which gives mixed signals. Was Ravenblade a lesbian? </p><p>The old man though is for real, as I learn a few paragraphs later - there's a picture of him flinging a dagger with his monkey literally breaking the fourth wall. </p><p>The next notable event in my wandering around the Port of Crabs is walking past a cartographer's office. Yeah, in this hive of scum and villainy, a cartographer has set up shop. He won't tell me anything useful until I bribe him, which leads me to question his business acumen. Does he not <i>sell </i>maps? Or does he only work on bribes? </p><p>Bone Island apparently lies 370 leagues east of the Port of Crabs, which is conveniently less than 400. </p><p>Next I decide to go visit the governor, if only to see if there is actually anyone governing this silly place. The guard's easily bribed, but the governor himself is strangely uncorruptible - he doesn't believe me there's an undead pirate fucking about in the bay, and kicks me out.</p><p>I wouldn’t be so worried about this sequence of events if I didn’t have to write the word ‘REGNAD’ on my adventure sheet.</p><p></p><p>My quest doesn't seem to be going well, so I head to the Temple Quarter to see if I can get some religious guidance. The big guy in this part of town is called the ‘His Excellency the Primate God of Pride’. Oh great, another monkey. <a href="http://www.google.co.nz/search?rlz=1C1CHKB_en-GBNZ452NZ452&gcx=w&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8&q=king+monkey#sclient=psy-ab&hl=en&rlz=1C1CHKB_en-GBNZ452NZ452&source=hp&q=king+monkey+ian+brown&pbx=1&oq=king+monkey+ian+brown&aq=f&aqi=g-e1g-v1&aql=&gs_sm=e&gs_upl=1195l1195l1l1483l1l0l1l0l1l0l0l0ll0l0&bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.,cf.osb&fp=ac2ba719342aae2b&biw=756&bih=616">Or is it Ian Brown</a>?</p><p></p><p>It's not Ian Brown. Well, I don't know, 'cause I can't get an audience with him, and I'm broke from buying a new sword so I can't bribe an audience with him. Before this year's unexpected Stone Roses' reunion, not even $100 billion could get an audience with King Monkey.</p><p>Port of Crabs sucks more than Clam Beach and Summer Bay combined. The governor's goons catch up with me soon enough, alerted to the fact I'd illegally written the word 'DANGER' on my Adventure Sheet backwards, and chuck me in prison. </p><p>They want at least 10 gold as a bribe, which I don't have, and the head prison guard also wants 10 gold as a bribe. If I didn't have it last time, how would I have it now? </p><p>So the game ends not with my death, but my wrongful imprisonment. </p><p>Bloodbones was a good read. I'd been lead to believe it was shit, but you know what, it wasn't. I'm a little baffled by the return to the original <i>FF </i>font. Call me a nerd, but the font of the later books in the original series was more atmospheric. I'm not going to go any deeper than that, it's a fucking font, that's all.</p><p>-------</p><p>My friend Jarrod who's lending me a few FF gamebooks I need to complete this blog has his own blog you can find at http://vom-krieg.blogspot.com. He describes it as "a blog about boardgaming, wargaming, painting and modeling" and that's pretty spot on. Check it out if that kind of thing tickles your fancy, floats your boat, tests your luck, and all that.</p>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420300163867766297noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215693550440664594.post-58543233101492969762011-10-29T20:23:00.004+13:002011-10-29T21:19:29.869+13:00#56 - Knights of Doom<a href="http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20081026220746/fightingfantasy/images/thumb/1/1e/FF56_Dragon_No_Foil.jpg/273px-FF56_Dragon_No_Foil.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 364px;" src="http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20081026220746/fightingfantasy/images/thumb/1/1e/FF56_Dragon_No_Foil.jpg/273px-FF56_Dragon_No_Foil.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>No, it's not a thousand Z-grade black metal songs/bands, it's <i>FF</i>#56, <i>Knights of Doom, </i>in all its purple and turquoise glory.<p>The back story is set 100 years ago, a long time ago in a land far, far away called Ruddlestone, there was a king whose brother was jealous, and a bit of a dick. </p><p>Consumed by his hatred, the king's brother Belgaroth - though for the purposes of humour, I'm going to call him Anakin - turned to the dark side, worshipping the 'Dark Gods of Chaos' and generally trying to overthrow the king so he could rule the galaxy, err I mean Ruddlestone, with an iron fist.</p><p>He was defeated though, and not heard of again... until now. </p><p>A giant swirling vortex appeared in the sky, a gateway from our world to that of the spirits, allowing evil demons and ghosts and, presumably <a href="http://www.google.co.nz/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=zuul&source=web&cd=1&ved=0CB4QFjAA&url=http%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FGhostbusters&ei=g66rTtSeN62PiAer5sXnDw&usg=AFQjCNEWG7KnfzL11rusnj7FPPTDKzFNrg">Zuul</a>, to enter Ruddlestone.</p><p>Who they gonna call? ♫ GHOSTBUS... nope. You. Or in this case, me.</p><p>I'm a Knights Templar, somehow displaced from medieval Europe into the hilariously-named Ruddlestone, and despite a SKILL of 9, I'm somehow considered one of the best around. I have mean skills in Arcane Lore, Commune, Battle Tactics and Tracking, and a magic sword.</p><p>The fact that even with a magic sword my SKILL is only 9 kind of worries me, to be honest. I'm really the best the king has? </p><p>I'm not even on my way before a ghost demon thing appears on a horse, and tries to kill the king. I fight him off and kill him - with no help from anyone else in the room, the lazy bastards.</p><p>After dispatching the ghost, I get some weapons from the armory, jump on my horse 'Firemane' (isn't that now a nickname for Lindsay Lohan?) and make for the town of Wendeform.</p><p>On the way there, I'm accosted by an angry mob wielding pitchforks and torches, as if they're off to lynch a black man or something. They're led by a dude with a skull for a face in a black robe and carrying a scythe - Death, is that you? Leading a half-assed lynch mob, really? There's also a leper and Kate Moss ("... a gaunt woman, her almost skeletal body covered by a tattered cloak. It looks like she has not eaten for weeks." Actually, that could be Amy Winehouse, considering her company.)</p><p>They surround me, bitching about how everyone is poor and struggling, whilst us Knight Templars swan about in relative luxury - yep, <a href="http://www.google.co.nz/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=occupy&source=web&cd=2&ved=0CDIQFjAB&url=http%3A%2F%2Foccupywallst.org%2F&ei=ILGrTtGrBIyziQf34dS9Dw&usg=AFQjCNFwUbRWFyRK9JMZznnC0weunYzphA">I'm the 1 percent!</a> I convince them I'm on their side, perhaps leaving out the fact I'm actually working for the king - the 0.0001 percent. </p><p>They buy it, and let me on my way. Heh, dumbass peasants.</p><p>Time to rest! But I wake up in the night, sensing "all is not well". How the book knows of my real-life insomnia escapes me.</p><p>It sure isn't well - there's a disembodied hand carrying a dagger trying to stab me! (This is where real life and the book part ways, don't worry.) I jump on my horse and ride away as fast as I can - there's only so fast a ghost hand can go, apparently. </p><p>(Quick aside - there's a fantastic new anti-drink driving advert on TV here in NZ that's gone viral online, largely thanks the to the immortal line, 'You know I can't grab your ghost chips.' <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dIYvD9DI1ZA">Check it out here</a>. Seriously, do. If when you think of NZ you imagine volcanoes, hobbits and rugby, this will put things right.)</p><p>The next morning I arrive in Wendeford, pay no heed to the time of day and hit the 'Bristling Bear' bar. The barlady tells me there's this crazy wizard dude Herluin who lives in the forest, so I trek off to meet him. </p><p>He's dead, but in his dying struggle he conveniently left a few books out I figure could help me in my quest. One's described as a 'bestiary', and the text only describes one entry - the cockatrice, a cockerel/snake/bat crossbreed thing that sounds perfect for a dark and gritty reboot of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wuzzles">The Wuzzles</a>. I wonder if there'll be one later in the adventure, hmmm? No really, I didn't make it that far, so I can only assume. It's not like the book was open to 'evil demon'.</p><p>The other book contains a spell for summoning an evil demon, but I don't know this until I've read it out loud, duh. </p><p>I hit the undo button, but it knocks the book out of my hand before I'm done, so a fight it is and I'm out of here. </p><p>On the way to Havalok, I'm accosted by a band of murderers - I'm not sure how I know they're murderers, since they've not yet murdered me. Is an apprentice, first-time would-be murderer still a murderer? Ironically I dispatch them all - putting an arrow in the back of the one who fled - and pinch the whopping three gold pieces they're carrying between them, which is strangely exactly how many I need to spend at the 'Red Herring' Inn that night in Havalok. Suspicious...</p><p>The next day I figure I should put that 'Battle Tactics' skill to good use, and decide to hire some mercenaries. They won't join unless I can defeat their leader in battle, and for someone who's allegedly the king's best soldier, I put in a piss-poor effort. Couldn't even hit their guy once! He's not even wearing a top and I can't get in a scratch. </p><p>In fact, I'm so lame at fighting, later that day I'm killed by a group of street performers dressed in a dragon costume.</p><p>Most embarrassing. Fighting Fantasy Death. EVER.</p><p>The king's #1 dude, entrusted with saving the land of Ruddlestone, killed by goddamn mimes. Or whatever you call a bunch of hippies dressed in a homemade dragon costume made of toilet rolls and crepe paper. </p><p>'Mimes of Doom' wouldn't have made a very good book title, though. Or would it...</p>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420300163867766297noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215693550440664594.post-70145993806451531072011-10-22T20:19:00.007+13:002011-10-22T21:38:45.622+13:00#55 - Deathmoor<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EjGLlHawQy0/TqJy854-vyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BtRkGo_7SeE/s1600/deathmoor.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EjGLlHawQy0/TqJy854-vyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BtRkGo_7SeE/s320/deathmoor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666217671843036962" /></a>It hasn't got the most inspiring cover in the world, nor the most original setting, but <i>Deathmoor </i>was a better read than I thought it would be.<div><br /><div>It's a classic <i>FF </i>start - basic rules, nothing fancy, right down the 10 sets of provisions and a potion of your choice (I rolled 12/15/11, so that would be STAMINA, then). </div><div><br /></div><div>The only oddity anyone skipping the rules would have missed out on was your possession of a scarlet pearl, whose only plot function appears to be to start a fight, which is as good a reason as any I can think of.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, there's this princess who's been kidnapped by some evil dude, and she needs rescuing. Except you've been on holiday, diving for pearls and generally resting it up in some exotic part of the Old World, so don't get the message in time. Instead, the king and queen get your rival Fang-zen to deliver a message to the bad dude acceding to his demands, promising him half their kingdom if they return her in one piece.</div><div><br /></div><div>Which is odd, since all the bad dude wants is revenue from the gold mines, which according to the princess' parents isn't exactly the be-all and end-all of their kingdom's economy. </div><div><br /></div><div>Even stranger, they say 'half our kingdom' is the 'usual fee for such work', which makes me wonder a) how many times this has happened, and b) how big their kingdom used to be. </div><div><br /></div><div>Since I've not got the job, I decide to go drinking. Well, the book decides that, which is fine by me. 'Several bars and several hours later' whaddya know - there's Fang-zen, drunk off his ass. </div><div><br /></div><div>I sit down and challenge him to a game of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Knife_game">pinfinger </a>and win, but he's broke and can't pay up. </div><div><br /></div><div>Instead, he gives me the contract to find the princess - literally, half a kingdom. </div><div><br /></div><div>The bar's owner isn't happy about the knife marks we've left on his precious table, so to pay up I give him a town - just kidding, he's happy as Larry with a single gold piece. I'm such a good landlord.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's not really my kingdom until I've rescued <a href="http://www.google.co.nz/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=pricness%20mario&source=web&cd=1&ved=0CC4QFjAA&url=http%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FPrincess_Peach&ei=unWiTpGKLuWSiQeNx7XnBg&usg=AFQjCNF1jgRZkwhiTEqZ1MfSHdY0oDD_Wg">Princess Peach</a> though, so onto another bar it is, of course. "You may as well carry on drinking, now that you've started!" That's what the actual book says, I'm not making that up. I like this book so much already.</div><div><br /></div><div>The night ends as badly as many have in my real life though, buying a lice-infested heather from some old crone. I don't think the book meant a heather in the sense of a stuck-up rich girl, which is what Google tells me a heather is, but the book's already sent me on a bender which without, finishing the quest would be impossible, so who knows!</div><div><br /></div><div>I stayed up all night, and hit the markets in the morning, probably after some fried chicken or something. Instead I came across an old-timey <a href="http://www.google.co.nz/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=%242%20shop&source=web&cd=1&ved=0CCAQFjAA&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.2dollarshop.co.nz%2F&ei=0naiTqyDHMaSiQfUke3MBg&usg=AFQjCNHKMHFq0CVWDCfvHd6L6ShJBIw0qA">$2 shop</a>, except everything cost 2GP. Bought the usual <i>FF </i>necessities - rope, knife, etc. And some 'sallow-seed oil', since that sounded incredibly specific. </div><div><br /></div><div>Went to the docks, and some guys down there told me to visit the Baron, who "has a finger in every evil pie". Mmmm, evil pie. </div><div><br /></div><div>On the way there, I was set upon by a pack of wild wolf-type things, losing a STAMINA point for every attack round the fight went on - in <i>Deathmoor</i>, there are a lot of fights, and almost every one has some kind of quirk like this. I liked it, as it gave each fight a point of interest, though I'm sure I would have liked it a lot less had I not rolled a SKILL of 12. Didn't even find out what most most of the consequences were, as a result, but they can't have been pretty.</div><div><br /></div><div>I bribe my way past the Baron's guard, and just wander on in to his house, and he's a bit pissed off about that, so I charge him - with my head. Seriously? I'm carrying a sword, aren't I? Why am I charging him with my head? </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, I cut him down, and he tells me the princess is being held by Arachnos (Wow, I wonder if he's a spider...) beneath Deathmoor. </div><div><br /></div><div>His dying action is to release the bats, I run, and head off out of town. Three days without drinking later, I'm accosted by a giant, who wants to see the contract - I show him, he says he'll bring the princess back in two days, I don't believe him, and sneakily follow. </div><div><br /></div><div>Soon enough, Fang-zen appears, and if the artwork is to be trusted, he's wearing jandals, which explains how I knew he was coming, and easily fight him off. Seriously, jandals? No wonder his SKILL is said to be two less than mine. It's a fashion penalty.</div><div><br /></div><div>Fortunately, the book doesn't give me the option of taking the jandals, 'cause being a Kiwi, I'd probably put them on.</div><div><br /></div><div>That night, I come across a small village, and no one really wants me to stay the night. There's a recently-burned cottage with warm blood all over it, which doesn't appeal, so I pay off a villager who watches over me all night carrying a poker - and I don't think he was carrying a hand of cards.</div><div><br /></div><div>Despite this, I apparently sleep well, and the next day, reach Deathmoor. The first fight there is against a couple of Blackhearts - no, <a href="http://www.google.co.nz/url?url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joan_Jett%23Joan_Jett_and_the_Blackhearts&rct=j&q=Blackhearts&usg=AFQjCNEBnQZeLzbD-YRnnhtNRtr_cy0UQQ&sa=X&ei=hXqiTqDDKoWaiQetnNjVBg&ved=0CDoQygQwAQ">not Joan Jett's band</a> - a Dark Elf/Orc cross. I didn't even know they could breed. </div><div><br /></div><div>Heading south, I find a sign with letters missing - it reads 'P___OUS WELL'. Ooh, a pious well! Err, probably not. The book then has me heading west, through the fog and up a hill, telling me, 'If you carry on climbing, in as (sic) straight as line as possible, you can't go wrong, can you?'</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, from real life experience, no, you can go wrong. Very, very wrong. </div><div><br /></div><div>Next I find the pious well, assume it's another form of piousness - poison - and leave it well alone (see what I did there?). </div><div><br /></div><div>The next encounter was with a bird of some kind, not very interesting, found its nest, blew a whistle, ran away into a cave, fought a spider, went further into the cave, found a pool of lava, and fell in and died.</div><div><br /></div><div>Killed by a bad dice roll.</div><div><br /></div><div>I know it all sounds very random, but it was an enjoyable book to read. I had an impression I was actually doing quite well until I rolled a bad number too, which is a little disappointing - hence the rushed end, since I'm a little pissed off - but them's the breaks. </div><div><br /></div><div>The writing had a dry kind of humour to it you don't often find in <i>FF </i>gamebooks, and despite its cliched yet nonsensical plot, the writing and variation in encounters made it a page-turner.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, I've read a bit about the ending of the book being very disappointing - as in you have to solve a <a href="http://user.tninet.se/~wcw454p/docs/ff55.txt">fiendishly difficult maths problem</a>, then get all of a few lines describing your victory - and it's not even on page 400!</div><div><br /></div><div>One of the writers on that link in the previous paragraph even said he passed "all my maths exams at school with flying colours", which I find a little hard to believe. I skimmed the paragraphs until I found the problem, and it took me only a few minutes to work out in my head - and I'm 14 years out of school! </div><div><br /></div><div>*semi-spoiler* Most of the numbers are red herrings; I assumed the lowest amount of time he'd divide his life into is a year, then multiplied the highest numbers he gave - 12 and seven. This gave 84. I'm not even sure if this was the correct method to be honest, nor can I recall the proper names of any mathematical process involved, but it just seemed right... and it was!***</div><div><br /></div><div>Then again, I was the captain of a region-wide maths competition-winning team... when I was 11. That 11-year-old could have solved it in 30 seconds, and told you how he did it, and then described how when he was older he was going to be an astronaut and captain of the All Whites football team. I think in solving <i>Deathmoor</i>'s<i> </i>puzzle I just got lucky, the more I think about it...</div><div><br /></div><div>-----------</div><div><br /></div><div>I came across this blog the other day, <a href="http://turnto400.blogspot.com/">http://turnto400.blogspot.com/</a>. I've only had a quick glance, but it seems to be pretty much the same premise as this one - guy gets a batch of old <i>FF</i> gamebooks, plays 'em through, makes jokes, achieves everlasting internet fame.</div><div><br />The catch is it seems he spends a lot more time than I do writing his entries, so they're much funnier than mine in a lot of ways. Lucky I only have a few books left to do, huh? I spend about an hour doing mine, max. It probably shows! Anyway, check it out.</div><div><br /></div><div>(His FF gamebook collection came in "two wine boxes". I think mine came in a single, large banana box, so he's already off to a better start.)</div><div><br /></div><div>-----------</div><div><br /></div><div>My friend Jarrod who's lending me the last few <i>FF </i>gamebooks I need to complete this blog has his own blog you can find at <a href="http://vom-krieg.blogspot.com/">http://vom-krieg.blogspot.com</a>. He describes it as "a blog about boardgaming, wargaming, painting and modeling" and that's pretty spot on. Check it out if that kind of thing tickles your fancy, floats your boat, tests your luck, and all that. </div></div>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10420300163867766297noreply@blogger.com3