Global Game Jam 2018

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<<set $Fight to false, $Romance to false, $Deal to false>> <<set $FireGuy to false, $Crabs to false, $Machine to false>> <<cacheaudio "WalkingAlong" music/WalkingAlong.mp3>>

<img src="images/Hallway/hallway_enter.jpg" alt="Another drop in the ocean." /> @@.typed; ”I had the nagging feeling that time was of the essence, so I chose to scurry outside of the lair and stepped into the hallway. I had made the mistake of concentrating too intensely on my investigation and ended up being surprised by what appeared to be a group of the Boss' minions. Luckily I managed to swallow a spooked quack and keep my cool. I interrogated one of them to see if I was able to make more sense of what went down here.” @@ [[I spoke to the guard|Guard]] [[I spoke to the maid|Maid]] [[I spoke to the butler|Butler]]

<img src="images/Hallway/hw_guard.jpg" alt="Another drop in the ocean." /> @@.typed; ”'Halt! These are private quarters, you're not supposed to be here!' the guard barked at me. 'Relax, pal. I'm from the outside, and I need to find out what happened back there' I told him matter-of-factly. 'I don't know, I'm not supposed to say.' 'Come on, buddy. Don't make this harder than it has to be.' 'Well, okay. I was at my post as usual and I did hear some sounds of a fight. It sounded like an epic battle!' 'Thanks, chum.' The guard had given me what I needed, though it's not like I had a proper eye-witness or anything. If I could trust their words this puzzle was missing more pieces than a boxer's mouth is missing teeth. I decided to rush downstairs to follow the trail. I was starting to be more thirsty for an answer than I was for whiskey – and I was very thirsty for whiskey.” @@ [[Next|Foyer]]

<img src="images/Hallway/hw_maid.jpg" alt="Another drop in the ocean." /> @@.typed; ”'Oh my! Who are you? I don't think we're supposed to let outsiders all the way back here', the maid said in a quivering voice. I'd dealt with a thousand chicks like this before. 'I'm from the outside, ma'am. Trying to find what the hell went down back there.' 'Well, I did tell the boss that we shouldn't be so vocal about our presence here and that it would only bring us trouble. I knew that people wouldn't be able to mind their own business and keep-' 'Ma'am, if you could just stick to the facts. That'd be real helpful.' 'Right, of course. Whatever happened there, it sure sounded like it left a big old mess. You should have a look downstairs if you want to know more.' The maid had given me what I needed, though it's not like I had a proper eye-witness or anything. If I could trust their words this puzzle was missing more pieces than a boxer's mouth is missing teeth. I decided to rush downstairs to follow the trail. I was starting to be more thirsty for an answer than I was for whiskey – and I was very thirsty for whiskey.” @@ [[Next|Foyer]]

<img src="images/Hallway/hw_butler.jpg" alt="Another drop in the ocean." /> @@.typed; ”'Hmph, snooping around are we, Detective?', the pompous butler puffed at me. 'I don't need the attitude, buddy. I just need to know what happened in the lair. Just give me what I need and I'll be gone.' 'Well, that information is privy to the lord of this manor.' 'We can do this easy way or the hard way. Your choice.' I let them understand I meant business by starting to roll up my sleeves. 'Very well, you brute. I haven't heard anything unusual apart from a heated debate. I'm sure it was nothing – the lord enjoys discussing business.' 'See? That wasn't too hard, was it? I'll be off now.' 'Good.' The butler had given me what I needed, though it's not like I had a proper eye-witness or anything. If I could trust their words this puzzle was missing more pieces than a boxer's mouth is missing teeth. I decided to rush downstairs to follow the trail. I was starting to be more thirsty for an answer than I was for whiskey – and I was very thirsty for whiskey.” @@ [[Next|Foyer]]

<img src="images/Lair/lair_enter2.jpg" alt="Where the beast sleeps." /> @@.typed; ”As the fog from the transferring process finally faded, I realized I had arrived to what was clearly the lair of The Final Boss. Fancier than the bug-ridden, cramped nest I have above my office, and I immediately noticed signs of a fight. It was time to start doing what I do best – pecking for clues.” @@ [[I inspected the curtains|Curtains]] [[I inspected the blood|Blood]] [[I inspected the cogwheels|Nuts & Bolts]]

<<set $FireGuy to true>> <img src="images/Lair/lair_curtains2.jpg" alt="Who's the fire starter?" /> @@.typed; ”I can smell a fresh hot dog on a busy marketplace from miles away, so I was immediately drawn to the burned smell of what had once been pretty damn fancy curtains. But they were more or less ruined now – burn marks all over them. Nothing else seemed like it had been on fire though, so something heated had gone down for sure.” @@ [[Next|Hallway]]

<<set $Crabs to true>> <img src="images/Lair/lair_blood2.jpg" alt="Another drop in the ocean." /> @@.typed; ”Not that there would have ever been such a risk, but am I glad I didn't sit on the dark puddle on the bed and ruin my only outfit. The strong smell of iron filled my beak, and the blood hadn't dried up yet so I knew the struggle – or whatever went down – hadn't happened too long ago.” @@ [[Next|Hallway]]

<<set $Machine to true>> <img src="images/Lair/lair_cogs2.jpg" alt="Machines are about." /> @@.typed; ”Something shiny caught my eye. Staying true to my nature I approached it only to find cogwheels, nuts and bolts scattered all around. I knew something mechanical had broken here, but there was no other sign of any kind of devices. It had moved out of the room – but the question was did it do it on it's own or was it accompanied by someone?” @@ [[Next|Hallway]]

<img src="images/Desk/desk2.jpg" alt="Another drop in the ocean." /> @@.typed; ”I went down to the foyer, the rustle of my coat echoing in the large room. The carefully gathered details were starting to paint an image, but I still needed more details to fill in the final blanks. I spotted a desk near the main entrance. Perfect – I decided to check what the Boss had been working on.” @@ [[I inspected the calendar|Calendar]] [[I inspected the guest book|Guest Book]] [[I inspected the post card|Cards]]

<<set $Deal to true>> <img src="images/Desk/desk_planner.jpg" alt="Another drop in the ocean." /> @@.typed; ”I flipped through the pages to the date they went missing – and just as I thought, there had been a scheduled meeting. 'Hero for tea at 7pm – bring checkbook' Finally some proof that they had been in contact and that the Hero probably made it this far as there was no check book in sight. The thought of a beverage watered my beak – I could use some coffee. Or whiskey. Or both.” @@ [[Next|Towards End]]

<<set $Fight to true>> <img src="images/Desk/desk_guestbook.jpg" alt="Another drop in the ocean." /> @@.typed; ”It had become apparent that the Boss hadn't exactly been popular with the people, based on the nearly empty guest book. But I did discover the most recent signature and boy, it was a serious one to say the least. 'HERO WAS HERE – U WILL LOSE' Even someone with bird brains could figure out that this was proof of the Hero making it this far – with the honest intention of a fight.” @@ [[Next|Towards End]]

<<set $Romance to true>> <img src="images/Desk/desk_postcard.jpg" alt="Another drop in the ocean." /> @@.typed; ”The picture on the card was suggestive enough, but it was the text that really peaked my interest. 'To my sexy piece of ass, I can't wait to lick your-' I didn't have the stomach to read any further before tossing the card back onto the table. This mental image was enough to keep me awake and drinking through the next fourteen nights. The signature of the Hero and the lack of a stamp were enough proof for me to know that the Hero had made it this far for sure.” @@ [[Next|Towards End]]

<img src="images/thedetective.png" alt="The D" /> @@.typed; ”With this information I knew there's only one possible way they could've gone – So following their tracks I headed towards the door.” @@ [[Next|Wrap Up]]

<<if $Fight == true>> @@.typed; ”As I exited the Boss' Mansion I witnessed a sight that only underlined my conclusion: From the door a trail of a messy struggle lead to the Hero and the Boss fighting in the distance. Exactly equal in strength they had been at it for months, attacking and parrying like it was a dance of sorts. I guess this is what happens when an immovable object meets an unstoppable force. It became clear to me now that the Hero had entered the mansion with the intent to destroy the Boss. The hero made their way to to the Boss with reckless abandon – using all of the tricks in the book, power ups and the likes. Based on the Hero's hand writing and fighting stance it seemed like the Hero also had a penchant for min-maxing. I had no intention of interrupting them – I'd only get in the way. It was time to make my way back to The Developers, report my findings and cash my check so I turned on my heels. This mansion must have a liquor cabinet somewhere and I, if anyone, deserved a drink. Damn I'm good.” @@ <<if $FireGuy == true>> <<timedinsert 51s>><img src="images/Endings/figgt_flameguy.jpg" alt="Another drop in the ocean." /><<endtimedinsert>> <<elseif $Crabs == true>> <<timedinsert 51s>><img src="images/Endings/figgt_drcrabs.jpg" alt="Another drop in the ocean." /><<endtimedinsert>> <<elseif $Machine == true>> <<timedinsert 51s>><img src="images/Endings/figgt_sexmachine2.jpg" alt="Another drop in the ocean." /><<endtimedinsert>> <</if>> <<click "Play Again">><<script>>UI.restart()<</script>><</click>> <<elseif $Deal == true>> @@.typed; As I exited the Boss' mansion I witnessed a sight that only underlined my conclusion: I discovered a pair of footprints parting ways from the door – One set belonged to the Hero and the other to the Boss. Judging from the pressure and the angle of the prints they had parted in amicable terms and there were clear signs of a handshake. I knew this meant only one thing: Instead of a fight they had struck a deal, clearly involving a generous amount of money. The Hero had obviously entered the mansion for a business meeting. Based on the Boss' handwriting on the calendar they had been messaging for weeks already, ironing out the details. The meeting had been mutually beneficial and good for business. It was hard to see who came out on top. As they both must have crossed the border already I had no intention of tracking them down further. I decided to report back to The Developers and cash my check, so I turned on my heels. This mansion must have a liquor cabinet somewhere and I, if anyone, deserved a drink. Damn I'm good.” @@ <<if $FireGuy == true>> <<timedinsert 51s>><img src="images/Endings/bribe_flameguy.jpg" alt="Another drop in the ocean." /><<endtimedinsert>> <<elseif $Crabs == true>> <<timedinsert 51s>><img src="images/Endings/bribe_drcrabs.jpg" alt="Another drop in the ocean." /><<endtimedinsert>> <<elseif $Machine == true>> <<timedinsert 51s>><img src="images/Endings/bribe_machine2.jpg" alt="Another drop in the ocean." /><<endtimedinsert>> <</if>> <<click "Play Again">><<script>>UI.restart()<</script>><</click>> <<elseif $Romance == true>> @@.typed; ”As I exited the Boss' Mansion I witnessed a sight that only underlined my conclusion: I discovered footprints that indicated a heavy make-out session before the Hero and the Boss had mounted a moonicorn and and ridden off into the sunset. The romantic tension still lingered in the air and this discovery almost warmed my cold heart. It was clear what went down back inside. The hero had entered the mansion like a harlot in heat with the single purpose of getting down and dirty with the Boss. Based on the angle of the handwriting on the postcard, it seemed like the Hero was very fertile so there will probably be many weird children. As they must have eloped together, and changed their names by now, I had no intention of tracking them down. The only thing left to do was to report my findings back to The Developers and cash in my check. I turned on my heels. This Mansion must have a liquor cabinet somewhere and I, if anyone, deserved a drink. Damn I'm good.” @@ <<if $FireGuy == true>> <<timedinsert 51s>><img src="images/Endings/elope_fireguy.jpg" alt="Another drop in the ocean." /><<endtimedinsert>> <<elseif $Crabs == true>> <<timedinsert 51s>><img src="images/Endings/elope_drcrabs.jpg" alt="Another drop in the ocean." /><<endtimedinsert>> <<elseif $Machine == true>> <<timedinsert 51s>><img src="images/Endings/elope_machine.jpg" alt="Another drop in the ocean." /><<endtimedinsert>> <</if>> <<click "Play Again">><<script>>UI.restart()<</script>><</click>> <<else>> <</if>>

<<audio WalkingAlong volume 0 fadein loop>> @@.typed; ”As the shrouding darkness started to lift and I came to my senses, the only thing going through my head was the question of where the hell I am, accompanied by a pounding headache.” @@ [[Next|Intro Part 2]]

@@.typed; ”But I was no stranger to the latter and I soon remembered how The Developers had arrived to my office, desperate for a private eye to take on their case. Their project had been frozen because the events of the first game had been lost to time - like a long forgotten dream of becoming a rock star - and it's impossible to make a sequel without knowing what had previously happened. They had the dough and I had the skills, so accepting the gig was a no brainer. It's not every day that both The Final Boss and The Hero vanish into thin air, like a cheating husband running away with his lover.” @@ [[Next|Intro Part 3]]

<img src="images/thedetective_nekkid.png" alt="The D" /> @@.typed; ”They had used this weird transmission device to move me from New York to the game world. Honestly, this thing looked like a goddamn spaceship from one of those crazy flicks. As the headache caused by their future machine faded, I had a look around the room I had appeared in. I spotted some items which looked familiar. I figured I had dropped them during the rough landing and stepped closer to pick them up.” @@ [[Next|Intro Part 4]]

<img src="images/mystuff.png" alt="The D" /> @@.typed; ”A beret tailored to fit my feathered head – and perfect for wooing the birds.” A monocle that was perfect for scrutinizing even the smallest details. This trusty old piece of craftsmanship had helped me find more than a few crucial clues. My trusty sidekick Dufus who had saved me from sticky situations more times I could count.” @@ [[Next|Lair Part 1]]

<<timedinsert 3s>>An interactive short story by Aromatic Sennel & juleswhatevs<<endtimedinsert>> <<set $sec to 5>> <<for _i to 0; _i > $sec; _i++>> <<if _i == 3>> <<goto "Main Menu">> <</if>> <</for>>

<img src="images/sequel_logo_w.png" alt="logo" /> <div class="credits"> juleswhatevs - production, programming, story Sannimari Honkanen - art & character design Noora Kaskia - story & audio design Music by Kevin MacLeod </div> <div class="gameNameText">[[Play|Intro Part 1]]</div>