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The Special Room - Origins PART 1   Oh the Absurdity!

Started 4/29/18 by Jenifer (Zarknorph); 26397 views.
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JENIFER

I come to and find myself sitting on the floor in a circle with several other people and a man in a white coat. 

"Hi, I'm Nancy, and I've been addicted to Midnight Castle for about two years now." 

A dull, medicated chorus chants "Hi Nancy." 

Oh dear God not again! 

"At first I'd just play for a couple of hours a day... then it was like most of the weekend... then I'd start calling in sick... I mean I have to get gifts to everyone! And the shards! The shards! Trina wants them so I can get a key to open up a room - but I NEED the shards to furnish it! And she just wants more and more! And the Unique stamps NEVER drop! Where are they all? Who has them all? Do you?! You have them! Turn out your pockets! Do it!" 

While Nancy randomly accuses and attacks her fellow group therapy participants two orderlies sneak up, sedate her and carry her back to her cell. 

The doctor turns to me. "Alright Jenifer, now that you're awake, lets talk about-" 

"No!" I fold my arms to show I'm serious. 

"-let's talk about-" 

"No!" 

"-about the past events-" 

"No!" 

"-many things have happened-" "No!" "-over the last few days-" "No!" "-We have to talk about this!" 
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PTG

Oooooo! She is such a feisty creature and soooo bossy!  

Doesn’t she realize that I am the alpha male here; even if I am wearing a lovely tailor made white robe that to her looks like a wedding dress.  

On her it would be such a dress but on me it is a white robe (with a few adornments). 

 [Now that we have got that sorted out in our worthy saga, let us proceed]  

I will admit that she is very good at picking up stray bits and pieces that are left over from the HOS. She has managed to acquire quite an assortment of useless junk.  

I repair (what a wonderful use of the word!) to the Gnome’s Kitchen to get a spare broom and more importantly the miner’s pick, which I know will come in useful in the rescue of our dear incarcerated Randy.   

You see I have yet another “cunning plan”, which is fool proof. 
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PTG

Now we all know that those orderlies can move quite quickly when they have to, and especially if they want to catch moi

But never have I seen two move so fast as they do when Jenny Wren lights the dynamite.   

I stand there full of admiration for her multifarious skills.  

And then the penny drops.  

She is next to me holding two sticks of lit dynamite    and our dear leader is still trapped under his bed puffing and panting declaiming previously unknown or unheard of expletives  

I catch a brief thought passing through my head: She must have a plan! 
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I have persuaded my partner to return to the Confessional with the promise of an ice cream (if it hasn’t all melted yet)  

As my ice-cream smitten partner licks and slurps on an ice cream cone with disgusting bits all over it  , I try to process all the extraordinary events and sights that we have just seen.  

There is something here that is just more than “afoot”. There is mega-evil of a kind I have not seen in a long time and certainly not in our wonderful home.  even  

There is even a special word for it: TECHNOLOGY!   

Snow globes are one thing – they are fantastical and contemporary  

Picture screens showing various bits of the Castle with hieroglyphics under them are entirely from another dimension.  

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GRIM

In the workshop I give the password to the jeweler's assistant. In the back room is a door labeled "in case of elevators do not use fire." (You didn't think I would really say the password out loud where anyone could hear it - did you?) I've reached the compromised Cloud City tunnel. 

My phone buzzes with a text message. Cash the ferret wants to know the turn rotation if three people are playing double solitaire. I shove the phone away. 

I traverse the tunnel, looking for any tears in the local universum, or signs of actual physical construction of lairs (secret, evil or otherwise). Nothing, just a tunnel with nice stonework, lit by the occasional light bulb. Except by now I should have reached the intersection for the passage to the Dream Palace, and it isn't here. 

I pull out the phone to access its location finder. Wait, what was Cash doing in the Griffin Stall? For that matter, where am I? The coordinates don't match up to any MC location I recognize - totally off the grid. Immediately I backtrack to the jeweler's workshop, and that entrance is missing as well. Just smooth stonework, as far as I can see. Which isn't very far as the tunnel now ends abruptly. 

I'm lost in an uncharted tunnel, and I may not even be in the MC world anymore.

PTG

Well there is no way that I can catch up with Jenny Wren, when she is on a mission.  
And the fact that she also seems to be screaming (literally) mad doesn’t help either. 

Having a partner is a difficult thing but when I contemplate the meaning of the word “partner” she falls into none of the categories that I am aware of : 
Raving lunatics, bedaubed in flotsam and jetsam from the HOS scrap heap and wailing in tongues that my delicate ears have never come across before, are NOT partners.  

I sit on a nearby seat that has just floated into view (goodness me my telekinetic powers sometimes leave moi
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JENIFER

PogoRandy and I sit together in the ancient park with ice cream dripping down our lumpy heads. 

"Where's PTG?" I look around. "Didn't he come back?" 

Captain PogoRandy seems to be in some sort of trance. "Sir, yessir... don't upset the baby..." He seems to be suffering from multiple personality disorder. That's all we need! We'll never get the story. However his military persona is far more comprehensible. 

I crawl to the nearest snow globe, pick it up and shake it. "PTG? Bing?" It clears and I see the castle grounds. The denizens are stroppy. "I'm boooorred! When's the next update?" I grab another. "PTG! BING!" 

There is only darkness, but I hear a soft feminine voice. "Hello?" 

"Hello, who is that?" 

"My name is Grim- uh, not important" 

"NOT IMPORTANT?! Do you have any idea how many things rhyme with Grim?" I grab the closest lyre (I have a large collection in my sanctuary) 

Oh dear Grim, 
Things look very dim 
Singing is my whim, 
I also like to swim 

"Oh craponacracker idjit woman! Why der icie cream down moi's deli-cut face?" 

I turn to him "ATTENTION!" 
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'OH FOR FUC-" 

PTG wrangles me once more. I struggle and bite. My serious pony tail has become askew. 

I wrench free. "NO! Do you have ANY idea how many blood lotuses are required at my level?" 

"PREACH!" PTG snaps his fingers. I'm glad he's back. 

"I ACTUALLY put them on my wish list! I got THREE! LOVE my friends, but blew threw them in TWO days! You seriously want BLOOD LOTUSES?" 

In the distance we hear screaming from a locked pantry. 

We look to a still entranced Captain PogoRandy. "Well hellooo Penny! Where's Shadow?" 

I groan. "FINE! I'll do the rounds!" 

"Will you be okay alone?" PTG chews his broom. I touch his shoulder gently. "I'd never forget my PARTNER". 

He smiles. I strap on several more bells, bows and feathers and leap off into the night. 

I am accompanied by Cash - the ferret who taught me how to love. I feel serene in my quest. 

But I punch George Lucas in the face. "That's for Jar Jar!" 

GRIM

I watch the - discussion? - between PTG and Jenifer with bemusement. It's much easier to watch this on a monitor than in person. Just as confusing, though. 

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I say to PTG, "You want to know why we need to hear Randy's history? Because it's different from the official Castle history. I'll listen to your history of the Castle, too, if you like, if you have one." PTG pretends to look away, omming. 

"I think the Castle is breaking. It keeps trying to repair itself, but that makes it worse. Individually, we can't see it. Once the Winter Garden changes to the Summer Garden you never go back to it, you think it’s gone. But for someone new to the Castle, the only scene they visit is the Winter Garden. Both Gardens exist in the same place at the same time, but most people can only visit one." 

Jenifer pounces on that. "MOST people?" Cash pops his head out of the tangle of her hair. 

Randy explodes in incoherence I don't know how to transcribe. I hope it wasn't the conclusion to his story. 

Jenifer snaps, "AttenSHUN!" and he stops. "I think he suffering from multiple personality disorder," she says. 

I say, "So… when you don't use a quest to travel to the Binding Egg, what's the best way to get to the Castle from the Town? I usually walk." 

Jenifer's jaw drops as she realizes that she unnecessarily went on rounds for a blood lotus. "But you get to keep the blood lotus!" I tell her. 

"No, you don't," says Randy to me, very clearly. We all stare at him in surprise. "You don't walk. You open up that hole in the air, that aperture thing, and you're going to do it right now, for us." 

I'm suddenly very nervous. "And where do you want to go?" 

"To the Special Room."

JENIFER

"No! NO MORE DOCTORS!" I run to sit on PTG's magical floating bench. "Take us to Portofino!" Nothing happens. "Aw this is broken!" 

PTG 'Ohms' beside me while his hands maliciously tear up an official looking letter. 
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RANDY

   ZZZZ Visions of sugar plums dancing in me head ,tra la la la , WHAT were am I ??? why kin I no move?? ohcraponacracker I have done gone and did it lost me flipping mind TOTALLY, I thought I saw a Wabbit dat rascal of a Wabbit,,  wait dis was a bigun I mean a huge un, NO NO NO Daddy Wabbit flew out of me grey matter and left Mamma Wabbit?? and all da dust bunnies wiff no Daddy    say is no so. 
Crack cracklel pop WTH ??? screens? dodads? controls? floating benches? gizmos? okay okay breath Cap ya be fine,,, lay still play dead like good old Pete, and Hooded Death at da card table,, I crack one eye open and peek around,,, oh okay I am right in front of The Wheel of Fortune, but wa happin to it ? it all cracked and empty?? NOOOO how we goin get goodies now diamonds , eggs, free spins?? I hear a very deep baritone voice from behind me as I grab my Sai ** instinck* voice says I need no assitance at the moment please come back later,,, Keeper ??? dat you?? calm Cap calm then I hear a loud screeeeeeeeeach and look at the Pit, da fire birdie is flapping her wings trying to fly away from da fire?? go birdie go dat way der be lots ice der to cool ya down in The Winter Garden,,, peeks around and sees Jenifer snoring so loud she goin burst da walls, 
where is PTG??? I betcha in da Doll House sweeping up or in the Fabric Counter sweeping up needles , pins, threads, sparkels so no one will get stuck and blood ,, OMG no Blood all over da Lotus dat will bring da Vampeers to us I shake da heck outof Jen wait up you smidjit we gota get out of here ,,, JENNNNNNNNNN WAKE UPPPPPPPPPP you loonie Tunes,,,,,,,,

PTG

I have almost succeeded in shutting out all extraneous thoughts and accompanying noise from my companions when that little bossy-boots Jenny Wren demands of my very comfortable chariot bench to be taken foreign parts. At least that is what I think she is saying since I have also borrowed those noise cancelling ear muffs from a passing sweet little avatar.  

I swear it gives a little snigger and would be shaking its head if it had one. The result is total inertia on its part and I give a tiny smile of satisfaction and little pat on its woodwork. 
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PTG

I sit on a little mound in the middle of nowhere that I recognize, and contemplate where I am in the Great Scheme of things.  

I subscribe to the philosophy that all creatures have a place in that Scheme.  

Since I persuaded the Scheme to provide me with a comfortable seat – a bench- when my body was tired, then it will provide me with food and drink cos’ I’m now starving.  

There is a sudden brilliant flash of light   , when my musing is apparently heard by Someone on High and I now find myself sitting on another bench.  

This time it is crowded with fishing gear.  

Some large white doves are looking at me rather suspiciously as if they already know the state of my stomach. But I like my pigeons casseroled or barbecued not raw.  

I espy a large straw bottle that someone has carelessly tossed into fishing net and shake it to see if it is full or not. 
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