Hi, Not sure if this is the place for such long game hints. But here's how I got down to the beach in the cove game. This spoiler is rather long and doesn't encompass the whole game just the getting down to the beach part.
[ For information about this game, type ABOUT. ] "That'll be twenty five cents, Miss," says the driver as he helps you down from the carriage. You hand him a quarter and two nickels. "Mighty lonely out here this time of year," he continues, slipping the coins into his coat pocket. "Are you sure you won't be wanting me to stick around? I'd hate to see such a fine young lady get herself stranded, especially with that storm blowin' in." "Thank you, but I'll be fine," you assure him. "My fiance...," you start, then look away, unable to finish the lie. "Ah, I see," he chuckles. "Well, then I wish you a pleasant afternoon. Just keep your eye on those clouds, ya hear?" Grinning broadly, he jumps up into the driver's box and releases the brake. Then with a flick of the reins he sends the carriage lurching forward, back down the rutted road between the cypress trees. Finally, you're alone. The Cove An Interactive Seascape Copyright (c) 2000 by Kathleen M. Fischer Release 3 / Serial number 000525 / Inform v6.21 Library 6/10 Rocky Point High above the surf, Rocky Point offers a sweeping view of the western sea. >From this lofty vantage point, looking south across a narrow strip of sand, you can clearly see the fractured granite cliffs that back the small cove below. To the north, the rugged coastline is dotted with offshore rocks and barren beaches, swept clear of sand by winter storms. Turning toward the sea, you take a moment to soak up the last few rays of sunlight before the clouds roll in. >x What do you want to examine? >cliffs Rising sixty feet above the sea, the cliffs are formed from heavily fractured granite. Though nearly vertical is most places, a small portion to the south has crumbled away, creating a narrow but walkable route down to the beach. You find your mind drifting back over old memories of this place. >think When was the last time you where here? It must be going on six years now. You remember everything about that day; how lovely it was in the morning, how clear the skies and sea were, how much you had been looking foward to it. A tear forms in the corner of your eye only to be whisked away by a sudden gust of wind. If only memories could be as easily removed. >n You walk to the edge and look down. The cliffs are nearly vertical here, with jumbled piles of boulders at their feet that exactly match the rock up above. With a nervous gulp, you quickly back away from the edge. >x What do you want to examine? >rock Thrusting up from the sea, the offshore rocks are all sharp edges and points. Sometimes in groups, sometimes alone, they offer a safe haven for sea birds and a tragic end for any ship who strays to close to shore. >x What do you want to examine? >sea In deeper waters, outside the cove, the sea is a deep, rich blue that sparkles in the sunlight. But in the shallows, as the waves curl toward the shore, it abruptly changes to a pale translucent green and is covered in a fine netting of foam. A flock of sea gulls rises from the beach and flies off into the clouds. >x What do you want to examine? >clouds The clouds hang dark and forboding out over the sea, and there is no mistaking their stormy intent. A flock of sea gulls rises from the beach, circle the cove once, then head out to sea. >x What do you want to examine? >seagulls Masters of the air, these snowy white and gray birds seem to float effortlessly near the cliff walls, sometimes coming within inches of each other, without moving a feather. >x What do you want to examine? >birds You pause to think, the sea gulls or the shore birds? >short bird You look around but are unable to find that which you seek. >x What do you want to examine? >shore birds The small white birds with their crisp brown markings follow the water up and down the beach, pecking at the sand. A sea gull's strident call echos off the cliffs. >s You hesitate, as it seems a shame to come all this way and not enjoy the view. >x What do you want to examine? >cliffs Rising sixty feet above the sea, the cliffs are formed from heavily fractured granite. Though nearly vertical is most places, a small portion to the south has crumbled away, creating a narrow but walkable route down to the beach. >attack What do you want to attack? >cliffs You contemplate venting your frustrations on the cliffs, but resist the temptation. A flock of sea gulls flies over the point and alights on the beach below. >attack What do you want to attack? >sand After a moments thought you realize the sand is too far away. >attack What do you want to attack? >seagulls The sea gulls stay far out of reach. >take What do you want to take? >rock After a moments thought you realize the offshore rocks is too far away. A flock of sea gulls flies over the point and alights on the beach below. >kill What do you want to kill? >seagulls The sea gulls stay far out of reach. >kill What do you want to kill? >sand After a moments thought you realize the sand is too far away. Sea gulls float by on the breeze, their wing tips within inches of each other. >kil You mutter something incomprehensible. >kill What do you want to kill? >rock After a moments thought you realize the offshore rocks is too far away. >kill What do you want to kill? >cliffs You contemplate venting your frustrations on the cliffs, but resist the temptation. A sea gull's strident call echos off the cliffs. >climb What do you want to climb? >cliffs After deep consideration, you ultimately decide it's not worth the effort. >down Lifting your skirt, you start down the cliffs, but find the soles of your shoes too slippery to make a safe descent. >remove What do you want to remove? >shoes You take off your shoes and stockings, setting them aside. >down Lifting your skirt, you carefully pick your way down to the beach below. Stepping out onto the sand, you are immediately hit with a rush of memories; memories of time spent clambering over these rocks, of splashing in the water, and of being here with Jason. You shut your eyes and for an instant you can almost touch the past, hold it close, be part of it again, and then it's gone. Opening your eyes, you wrap your arms around yourself and squint out toward the sea. Beach Surrounded by granite cliffs on three sides, this narrow strip of sand curves from north to south and faces a small cove to the west. With the tide this low, a marine terrace to the southwest lies exposed and accessible, though currently occupied by a large sea lion. To the north, the sea has dug a narrow, twisting tunnel through the headland. Long ribbons of seaweed strewn across the shore mark the leading edge of the surf at a quarter of the way up the beach. Additional clumps, dried and full of sand, lie tangled amongst the rocks at the base of the cliffs -- a warning of the sea's intentions. A long, slender piece of driftwood lies half buried in the sand. > _______________________________________________ Gamers mailing list .. Gamers@audyssey.org To unsubscribe send E-mail to [EMAIL PROTECTED] You can visit http://audyssey.org/mailman/listinfo/gamers_audyssey.org to make any subscription changes via the web.
