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From: joostdh@sci.kun.nl (Joost de Heer)
Subject: Re: Uncool Uunkuulian Problem
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Date: Tue, 28 Feb 1995 16:18:22 GMT
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In <3iv0pi$7c8$1@mhadg.production.compuserve.com> Gary Berkson <100037.302@CompuServe.COM> writes:

>WARNING: POSSIBLE SPOILERS
>I've really been getting into interactive fiction games and, since I
>heard so much about the Uunkuulian series, I thought I'd check it 
>out. I downloaded a copy, version 3.0.1 (Mac version as there was no
>GAM file for the Mac TADS run-time version 2.2--only < 2.1), and 
>started playing. Quite a bit of fun and a lot of enjoyment.
>Then I got to the part where I have to get past the Guardian. Nope, 
>no way, nada. Figured out that I have to ditch the lantern but then 
>I've got no alternative light source. After a lot (and I mean A LOT)
>of searching, I figured: "what the hell, download the solution from 
>ftp.gmd.de". So, I did. In the solution, it states that there is a 
>sword in the side cave which is used as the alternative light 
>source. Gee, alright, back to the cave. BUT, when I get there, there
>ain't no sword. The solution says it's under the rocks. The program 
>says it isn't. Am I utterly stupid (which IS always a possibility) 
>or is someone pulling my chain?
>Greatful for some assistance.
>Gary

Okay ... from memory ... you have to search the debris?

>Gary
>Am I utterly stupid (which IS always a possibility) or is someone 
>pulling my chain?

>Greatful for some assistance.

>Gary

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