| Sample Transcript and Map | |
| This transcript is not from Leather Goddesses of Phobos, but it does show many | |
| of the typical commands you might use in the story. It contains several simple | |
| puzzles and their solutions, and it will give you a good idea of how Infocom's | |
| interactive fiction works. The player's commands appear in capital letters | |
| after each prompt (>). The map represents the terrain in the sample transcript | |
| as you might have drawn it. NOTE: In this sample transcript, you play a male | |
| character. In Leather Goddeses of Phobos you can be either a male or a female | |
| character. | |
| [Hand-drawn box-and-line map] | |
| In Space | |
| You are floating in outer space just "west" of your spaceship. A tiny | |
| asteroid lies below you. | |
| >INVENTORY | |
| You are carrying a plasma grenade, a pink feather duster, and a | |
| radium-powered radio. | |
| >GO DOWN | |
| On An Asteroid | |
| This is a godforsaken hunk of rock with nothing to recommend it. The | |
| horizon is deceptively close, forming a craggy circle around you in every | |
| direction. | |
| Your rocket ship is floating a hundred feet above you. | |
| >WALK EAST | |
| Other Side of the Asteroid | |
| Your short hike has taken you to the other side of the asteroid, which is | |
| as ugly and barren as the first side. | |
| A human is tied to a stake here. Nearby, a tribe of rock-creatures are | |
| foraging around for chunks of ice. They obviously intend for this poor | |
| fellow to be frozen at the stake. Not surprising, considering how much | |
| rock-creatures love a good frozen steak. | |
| >ASK THE HUMAN ABOUT THE ROCK CREATURES | |
| "Thank the great red spot of Jupiter! A fellow human! Get me outta here | |
| before those rock-creatures turn me into a human popsicle" | |
| "There's some nice ice over here!" says one of the rock-creatures in a | |
| typically gravelly voice. | |
| >EXAMINE THE PLASMA GRENADE | |
| The deadliest weapon this side of Pluto, a plasma grenade is activated by | |
| pulling the pin and throwing it - as quickly as possible - at the person or | |
| thing you intend to turn into very tiny sub-atomic particles. | |
| One of the rock-creatures stumbles across some particularly frigid frozen | |
| methane, and scrapes its stony claws together in delightful anticipation. | |
| "By the molten pools of Mercury, hurry up!" says the human at the stake. | |
| >PULL THE PIN | |
| The pin slides out smoothly. The grenade throbs with unleashed power. | |
| "Isn't this enough ice?" growls one of the smaller rock-creatures. | |
| >THROW THE GRENADE AT THE ROCK CREATURES | |
| Boom! The air is filled with a fine dust that one usually associates with | |
| vaporized rock-creatures. "Good work! By the way, I am Umberto, from | |
| Ganymede. I pledge that I shall someday repay this debt. Now untie me, will | |
| ya?" | |
| >UNTIE UMBERTO | |
| You release Umberto from the stake. | |
| >UMBERTO, FOLLOW ME | |
| "You bet!" | |
| >NORTH | |
| On An Asteroid | |
| Your rocket ship is floating a hundred feet above you. | |
| Umberto follows faithfully. | |
| >SOUTHWEST | |
| Other Side of Asteroid | |
| Umberto is right behind you every step of the way. | |
| >AGAIN | |
| On An Asteroid | |
| Your rocket ship is floating a hundred feet above you. | |
| Like a loyal friend, Umberto stays at your side. | |
| >JUMP UP | |
| This asteroid has almost no gravity, and you jump upwards with ease... | |
| In Space | |
| Umberto arrives a second later. | |
| >ENTER THE ROCKET SHIP | |
| Your Spaceship | |
| You can see a calendar and a packing crate here. | |
| "Nice ship," says Umberto, who obviously knows a nice ship when he sees | |
| one. | |
| >READ THE CALENDAR. OPEN THE PACKING CRATE | |
| It is copy of the Miss Solar System calendar for 2036, currently open to | |
| February. February features Miss Ganymede, a stunning redhead in a | |
| see-through spacesuit. Her seductive pose leaves you aching. | |
| Opening the packing crate reveals a sonic blaster. | |
| >LOOK | |
| Your Spaceship | |
| This sleek rocket, built by Uranus Metalworks, is the fleetest little | |
| baby in the spacelanes. The controls are simple and well-labelled. The only | |
| exit is on the western side of the cabin. | |
| You can see a calendar and a packing crate here. The packing crate | |
| contains a sonic blaster. | |
| >EXAMINE THE CONTROLS | |
| The controls consist of three buttons: a gray button marked "Lunar Base," | |
| a red button labelled "Ganymede City," and a brown button that reads | |
| "The Asteroid Where You Just Killed the Rock Creatures." | |
| >TAKE THE SONIC BLASTER | |
| Taken. | |
| >INVENTORY | |
| You are carrying a sonic blaster, a grenade pin, a pink feather duster, | |
| and a radium-powered radio. | |
| >TURN ON THE RADIO | |
| The radio hums to life. You tune in to your usual channel, currently filled | |
| with innocuous deep space chatter. Suddenly, a message blasts through | |
| louder than the rest. "Rayana, the daughter of Ganymede's King Menthos, has | |
| been kidnapped by the dreaded space pirates of Deimos. The King is offering | |
| a reward of one million ganymids for her safe return." | |
| "The princess!" yells Umberto, stunned. "We are engaged to be married | |
| this very month! Help me rescue her, and you may claim the entire reward!" | |
| >PUSH THE BUTTON | |
| [Which button do you mean, the gray button, the red button, or the brown | |
| button?] | |
| >RED | |
| A plume of fire spews from the tail of the rocket. You lean forward to | |
| maintain your balance. | |
| >WAIT | |
| Time passes... | |
| Ganymede appears through the viewport as a tiny disk. | |
| >WAIT | |
| Time passes... | |
| You are now nearing Ganymede orbit. The landing thrusters kick on. | |
| Suddenly the ship rocks. "We've been hit!" Umberto shouts. "It's those | |
| scurvy pirates!" The ship dives toward the surface, pulls out at the last | |
| moment, and crashes lightly just beyond the city limits. | |
| "Just minor damages," Umberto reports after a cursory inspection. "If you | |
| can get me a welding torch and a zinc-plated gyroscope, I'll have her | |
| repaired in no time. While you're hunting up those parts, I'll try to find | |
| out where those lawless scum have taken Rayana." He dashes out of the ship. | |
| Through the viewport, you see him disappear among the narrow, twisting | |
| streets of Ganymede City. | |
| >GET OUT OF THE ROCKET SHIP | |
| Outskirts of the City | |
| You are on the edge of Ganymede City, which has been called the roughest | |
| town in the solar system. Your rocket can be entered to the east. A | |
| dilapidated building lies to the north, and a seedy alley leads off to the | |
| southwest. | |
| >ENTER THE SEEDY ALLEY | |
| Alley | |
| This is a blind alley, curving from the mouth of the alley, toward the | |
| northeast, to a featureless, unscalable wall just south of you. | |
| Although it's a blind alley, you have no trouble seeing the pack of | |
| thieves and cutthroats which have just entered the alley behind you. | |
| >FIRE THE SONIC BASTER AT THE FEATURELESS WALL | |
| [I don't know the word "baster."] | |
| >OOPS BLASTER | |
| Completely eerie - an explosion of this magnitude should make SOME noise, | |
| right? In any case, the silent explosion leaves a gaping hole in the wall | |
| to the south. | |
| The low-lifes draw closer. They also draw knives. | |
| >SOUTH | |
| As you pass through the opening in the wall, it collapses behind you, | |
| blocking the pack of thieves. | |
| Plush Bedroom | |
| This luxurious boudoir is lined with soft cushions and draped with the | |
| sheerest silks you've ever seen. The carpet is so thick and soft that you | |
| remove your boots without even thinking about it. A delicious aroma fills | |
| the room. | |
| A glass case stands next to the door at the eastern side of the room. The | |
| glass case contains a zinc-plated gyroscope. | |
| >SMELL THE AROMA | |
| [Scratch spot number nine, then hit the RETURN key.] | |
| You remember that smell from a heady week you once spent among the | |
| vineyards of Io. Someone nearby must be opening a bottle of potent | |
| champagne. | |
| You hear a sound from the doorway, and spin around as a stunning redhead | |
| walks in with two glasses of sparkling champagne. "Ah... I was hoping for | |
| some company," she whispers huskily. Studying her as she dims the lights, | |
| you decide that Miss Ganymede is even more magnificent in the flesh than | |
| she is in the 2036 Miss Solar System calendar. | |
| >TAME | |
| Tame descriptions. (Yawn.) | |
| "Shall we begin the screening of 'La Grande Illusion' now?" asks Miss | |
| Ganymede, continuing to dim the lights. | |
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