[Pardon my absence, I'll be back with this momentarily]
This seems to be put together rather well. I'm not expecting a quick response, but I may as well start contributing now.
>> Attempt to remember more details about my past.
I'm trying to think of good puzzles for this, but puzzle design isn't something I'm used to. Anyone wanna help me make my puzzles more interesting than the Stock Puzzle and lock-and-key puzzle?
>>Drive to the club
You hop in your car and make your way to the Lonely Hearts Club. Sergeant Pepper is standing there behind a bar, and two different bottles on a nearby table catch your eye. The table itself catches your eye as well, as it seems to be made out of a big bass drum! You look at the nearby tables and realize that the rest of them are made out of various drums and cymbals for some reason.
>> Attempt to remember more details about my past.
As you eye the weird looking tables, you remember what your drummer's kit looked like, and find that the makeshift tables look exactly like the drums that make up the kit! The bass drum even bears the Starbreakers logo on it!
>>_
Puzzle help? Well, as I'd like to remain a player unspoiled to the overall plot, I'm not sure what to say. I do recommend that you remain open to any random solution we could throw at you...for example, making toast by overheating our car's engine instead of using a perfectly fine toaster nearby.
>> Play the drums...er, tables.
>> Play the drums...er, tables.
You try playing the tabledrums, but you don't have any sticks and none of the drums are bongos, so it doesn't quite feel right. Sergeant Pepper yells at you, "Now now, hands off the tables if you're not using them boy! Come over here if you're ordering something!"
>>_
Jamais vu
>Be the other guy
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI
>Be the other guy
Become another person...
Become another person...
Become another person...
Become another person...
Become another person...
Nope, it's not working for you. You're not exactly a master of disguise.
>>_
>> 'Order' the Sergeant to talk about himself.
Cogito Gratia Cogitan
@thespacephantom: *creepy "watching you" gesture*
>> Ask about the funky tables
Ponders too much; thinks too little. Currently goes by Knowlessman.
Jamais vu
> Get arms from table
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI
In Riastrad
I like this game. Nothing to say ATM, just know that I'm watchin' and may contribute once the current command lines are done.
My name is Cu Chulainn. Beside the raging sea I am left to moan. Sorrow I am, for I brought down my only son.
Cogito Gratia Cogitan
Bump
Ponders too much; thinks too little. Currently goes by Knowlessman.
I'm resolving to watch this topic more carefully
>> 'Order' the Sergeant to talk about himself.
"Me, I got my Sergeant title from the war! You know the one, right? I served there right with Major Tom and Colonel Mustard, I did! Now, the colonel was a right killing machine, and after the war ended he couldn't stop! I heard that recently he was arrested on suspicion of murdering somebody with the candlestick in the study, or something like that, I can't remember the details. Major Tom Tinkertrain, on the other hand, was a pilot, and he always liked being up high, so after the war he went to live on Silver Mountain just outside of town, or at least I'm quite sure of it, given that mountain climbers have claimed to have seen a man on the Silver Mountain. If you see him, say "Ground Control to Major Tom" to see if it's the real Mr. Tinkertrain. If it is, he'll say...hmmm...I forgot what he'd say, but you'll know it soon enough!"
"Ah, but you were asking about me? Well, I wasn't exactly welcomed back a hero, and I still needed a way to make money now that the war was over, so I opened up Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club to make a bit of a profit!"
>> Ask about the funky tables
"Ah, so I've noticed that you've noticed the tables! Well, those Manalishi hooligans paid my club a visit the other day. They shot up the place real bad, and broke all the tables in the process! Then, later, as I was patching up the bullet holes in the walls, a van sped by the place and the pieces of a complete drumkit came spilling out the back when it made the corner! So I decided to make lemons out of lemonade, or however that goes."
"What's that? You say those drums belong to you? Well, my customers wouldn't have a place to put their food and drink on if you took them! And the furniture store is backed up on their orders. I won't be getting anything from them for weeks, by the sound of it!"
>> Get arms from table
You look at the tabledrums, but you don't see any severed arms on them, thank goodness. All you see on them is a bottle of Jack Daniels (some people claim to brush their teeth with them. Those people are idiots), and a bottle of Rocka Rolla Cola.
>>_
>> Ask about "those Manalishi hooligans".
>> Ask about "those Manalishi hooligans".
"You haven't heard, boy? Are you new in town? The Manalishis are not a gang to be trifled with. There are five of them, I heard, and one of the ones that wears a primary color shot up my club the other day! I swear it! There've been a string of crimes that happened yesterday, it's all over the news. Besides my club, the jewelery store was robbed, a house was burned to the ground, a woman was murdered, and all the pumpkins in Johnny's patch were smashed! I'll bet you my tables that the Manalishis were behind them all!"
>>_
edited 23rd Jun '11 1:44:31 AM by Cysma
>> Accept that bet...even though it sounded rhetorical.
>>Drive to the club
The sin of silence when they should protest makes cowards of men.