In Progress LP Broken Sword: Shadow of the Templars - Anglo-American alliance (Update 6)

[Statik]

And that goat puzzle is still shit.

Oh fuck, now I'm having flashbacks.



Still, for the LP. I played the shit out of this and the second game as a kid.

 

[SCO]

Funny beat this thing years ago but have no recollection of being stalled by a goat; must have reverted to my strategy of when in doubt click the shit outta everything and been lucky.

The game had a second release with the puzzle 'automatized'.

 

[Modron]

Funny beat this thing years ago but have no recollection of being stalled by a goat; must have reverted to my strategy of when in doubt click the shit outta everything and been lucky.

The game had a second release with the puzzle 'automatized'.

I don't think that was it, played it back around when i switched from 3.1 to win 95 though i did have a dual isdn so who knows perhaps i found the answer online.

 

[spekkio]

Great stuff, Kosmonaut.
Too bad that the subject is an adventure game - probably the shittiest genre ever. Clicking through dialogue and raging at illogical “puzzles”. Sounds like great fun.



Thank god that Tomb Raider and Resident Evil came and injected some ACTION into the genre.

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[Kosmonaut]

Chapter 1 - Killer Klowns from Outer France, Part 4

Well, we start with a little warning: This update an the next one are huge, and it's mostly dialogue with several characters. The third one will have a little bit more of puzzles and action (and it will be shorter).

Okay, so in the previous part we were following the clown's trail inside a sewer, only to come out in the middle of a house, with a very angry butler-like character.

Spoiler

Hi there!

Butler: Hold it right there you... you... sewer--rat! I knew you’d come back, and now I’ve got you!

What are you talking about?

You’re trespassing! Come out of there immediately!

That’s what I’m trying to do! Give me your hand!

You won’t catch me with tricks like that! Keep your distance, m’sieur!

Okay, okay!

Now, what were you looking for?

Ridiculous! Do you really expect me to believe that?

He planted a bomb in the café and blew it up.

What!? The café? Blown up!? Mon dieu! That’s awful. And you say the person responsible was dressed as a clown?

Mon dieu! Then the man I chased -- do you think that man and clown are... ...one and the same?

Well, yes -- it has crossed my mind.

For all I know, you are in league with him!

Oh, no. I’m just a tourist.

Most tourist are content with the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre or the Pigalle... I didn’t realize my waste pipes were such an attraction! Tell me about the man you apprehended...

What is there to tell? He was a typical criminal type, just like you! I’ve never seen it before in my life.

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We then ask him about other things, but he keeps acting like an asshole. But when you show him the thorn piece of cloth, he tells you he knows something, but don't want to talk with you. We need somehow to convince him or coerce him to tell us more.

After clicking all the options, we only have left the card to show...
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Perhaps you’d like to take a look at my card...?

What’s this...? Inspecteur Agustin Rosso! What does that say -- hominoid division?

Homicide. The ink has smudged.

Okay -- I’m not. I lied to you and I’m sorry.

Don’t apologize m’sieur! You know? I had a feeling there was something different about you.

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It seems that the buffoon believes that I'm an the Inspecteur Rosso.
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Oh yes -- there’s no mistaking the bearing of a disciplined man, and I should know. I was in the army, you know. When I was your age I was fighting for my life -- in the African desert! How can I help you Inspecteur?

Let’s start over from the beginning -- and tell it just like it was. Tell me about the man you apprehended...

Oh he was a mean one, m’sieur. He grabbed me in the arm lock, his face suddenly next to mine. His grip was like iron, but he didn’t know what he was against...! Oh no. He made a big mistake when he took on one of the Desert Hyenas!

Yes, yes. I get the picture.
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As a man that was in the Army, the "butler" has changed of attitude and seems to be more in favour of our search for justice. Let's start again with the questioning about the clown and the man he --almost-- got.
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So you don’t want to hear about my experiences in the desert? I fought to make this country what it is today!
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Typical veteran babling...
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I’m sure you did, but I’m little short of time. Do you know the waitress at the café?
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Typical kwanzanian assholery.
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You can’t suspect her, surely?

Just answer the question, please.

Yes, I know her. Quite well, you could say. She came to work at the Café; oh... six, seven months ago.

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Well, it seems that the old man and the waitress are more close that I though.
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Really? So you’d miss her if she wasn’t there?

Mais oui! Who else would I find to cut my toenails?
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Typical ukanistan humour.

We ask him about the briefcase that the clown/Khan was carrying.
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Was the guy you saw carrying a briefcase?

Why yes -- he was! Clutched in his arms like a baby.

That belonged to his victim.

What do you think was in it? Drugs? Stolen jewels?

I don’t know, but the killer thought it was worth a man’s life.

Nothing is worth that m’sieur.
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We then show him the piece of cloth that he was previously unwilling to talk about.
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That’s the same cloth as the jacket I found. I’d recognize that patter anywhere.
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Bingo!
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Now -- about the jacket you found... Do you have it here?

A pity because otherwise it was a fine piece of quality tailoring. It has the tailor name inside, on the label.
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Damn, just when we were closer!
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Where did you sent the jacket?

I gave it to an itinerant Romany seamstress.

Just my luck. Was there anything in the jacket pockets?

Not a sou! You know what I think?

Do tell me...

He changed out of the clown suit and cunningly disguised himself as an ordinary person!

Looks like I’m up against a mastermind... What was the name on the label?

It was a foreign name... Todryk I think.

There wasn’t one m’sieur: only a telephone numer.

Well, I don’t expect you to remember a phone number you’ve only seen once!

Seventy--four, ninety--eight, zero, eight, fifty--nine.
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You’re kidding. That’s his phone number?

Yes, that’s it. A little trick with numbers that I learned in the desert. I was taught the technique by a Tuareg shamen.
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Well at least we got something from this guy.
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That’s incredible.

It comes in handy at the supermarket check out... Do I get a reward?

Honesty, m’sieur, is its own reward.

I have to be going... Thanks to your help, the citizens of Paris can sleep a little easer tonight.

Vraiment? I was only doing my duty, m’sieur... Good luck, Inspecteur! I hope you catch that killer soon! I’ll let you out. I hope you find your mand, Inspecteur.

So do I.
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OK, so now we have the phone number of Todryk, the tailor that made the killer clown's jacket. Let's talk with him first before returning with Nico. George is going to use the phone that's just outside this house (were the polish man was working).
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Hi! My name’s George Stobbart. You don’t know me.

Correct, Mister Stobbart, I don’t. What can I do for you?

I’m trying to trace one of your customers. Could I maybe come over and talk to you?

NO! No, that’s not possible.

Okay, forget it. Listen, all I want is a name.

What are you talking about? Who are you working for?

I guess you might say that I’m acting in the interests of Truth and Justice.

There are innocent lives at stake, mister Todryk -- lives that you could save.

You’re collecting for charity, yes?

No, I’m not. All I want from you is information.

What do you know about the clown that bombed the café de la Chandelle Verte?

I don’t have idea what you’re talking about.

You’re cool, Todryk, but I think you know more than you’re saying.

I don’t know who you be, but sure I am you don’t know what you’re talking about!

I don’t know if you’re saying that to make me think you don’t know what I mean, but... Oh this is ridiculous. Quit playing games with me, Todryk.

I tell you I know nothing about no clown.

Did you know that one of your customers was a part--time clown?

Do you know a guy called Plantard?

No. I never heard of him.

Shall I tell you what happened to Plantard? How he was killed in cold blood?

I told you -- I never heard of Plantard.

I expect Plantard’s a family man, don’t you? In their little apartment, Madame Plantard is cooking the supper... Listening for the familiar sound of her husband’s key in the door. Junior is waiting for his daddy to come home from work.
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Nice, the typical moral blackmail, let's hope that it works.
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He can’t wait to show him the merit marks he earned in school today. Only tonight... Monsieur Plantard won’t be coming home.

You forgot the puppy.

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This guy colder than he looks. Bummer, let's try something else.
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Maybe they don’t have a dog. What do you think?

I don’t know Plantard, I never heard of Plantard. None of this has anything to do with me!

Thanks for nothing. Todryk.
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This asshole! We didn't learn anything from him. Let's phone Nico again an see what else can we do. We at least know the killer's "name". That's something.
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It’s me again... George Stobbart.

Hi George Any news?

You bet! I met a witness who spoke to the clown... and I know where the killer gets his suits.

No kidding? Hey, I’m impressed.

You are? Well, it wasn’t easy...

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We're getting closer!
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Fine. Where do you live?

Three--six--one, Rue Jarry.

Okay. I’ll come right over.

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Now we exit the Café, and the Paris map is displayed. The places with labels are the areas you can visit, and as we progress in the story, more areas are become available. Here we can go either to the Police, the Café or Rue Jarry, where Nicole lives. We go to his place first, as there's nothing to do --yet-- at the police station (I went there).
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We arrive to Nicole's apartment. After listening to George's take on the evils of Capitalism and uncheckered consumerism when we click the showcases, we try to enter Nico's place.
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To no avail...
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I pushed against the door, but it seemed to be locked.
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OK, maybe Nicole's out and we need to wait or something. Let's talk with the flower shop gypsy. Maybe she can tell us something.
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Oh hi!

Bonjour, m’sieur! Would you like me to foretell your future?
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Oh God, she's not even trying. She immediately wants to rip us.
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Oh... no, thanks.

Thanks all the same, but I’m not superstitious. Besides, if it only takes a minute, that’s not much of a future to look forward to...
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George asks her about Nicole (I'm embarrassed of using 'We', I just can't stop larping)
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Do you know a young woman called Nicole Collard?

Yes I do! She lives upstairs from me, in the apartment block across the street.

I tried the door, but it’s locked.

You know, I’ve told the landlord about that a million times! It is the damp. That whole building is like a sponge! It sucks up the moisture from god knows where.

That’s correct. There is an art to opening it. Don’t shove it hard -- just give it a gentle nudge above the lock!

Thanks for the advice!

How long has Mademoiselle Collard lived here?

A few months. She’s in for a shock when the cold weather comes. Drafty windows, insufficient heating -- it’s a struggle to keep warm. The only reason I stay is because the rent is cheap. Your young lady -- she deserves better.

I thought Mademoiselle Collard was a successful photographer...

Not as successful as she makes out, for all her fine clothes. Oh, I’ve heard her crying herself to sleep at night.

That’s awful.

Now don’t you let on that I’ve told you. She’s proud, that one -- too proud, if you ask me.
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You can asker to see your future, but it's just some boring crap about how she can't see her own one, etc. We can also try to buy some flowers, but none of them are appropriated for the meeting with Nicole. We leave this fine lady and then try to open the door...
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We made it to Nicole's place. Wait for the next update in this epic saga to know what happen when a hot french girl and a horny american get together in the same apartment.

Click the goat to go to the Table of Contents.

 

[abnaxus]

That's supposed to be a woman?

 

[Kosmonaut]

That's supposed to be a woman?

Heh. Yeah, it's an old gypsy woman, remember.

 

[Brother None]

Good stuff. Keep 'r comin'

 

[Kosmonaut]

This weekend I'll make two updates. It takes a little bit of time because there's a lot of dialogue in some parts.

 

[Tigranes]

That's a pretty kickass apartment for a not-so-successful photojournalist in the heart of Paris.

Keep it comin'!

 

[Kosmonaut]

Chapter 1 - Killer Klowns from Outer France, Part 5

So, we made it to Nicole's department. Charles tried to get more info about the killer from his tailor, but he is a arsehole and we couldn't get nothing of relevance from him. Maybe with Nico's company we can get more ideas of what to do next.

Like the previous update, this is a long long one.

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Bonjour! I’m glad you could make it, m’sieur...

Please -- call me George.

Fine. I’m Nicole. Take a seat, George... Eh bien... and what have you been up to?

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Ugh. That's not gonna help George...
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I thought I could smell something bad.

The clown used the sewer to escape, and to change out of his costume. I guess he was in a hurry. He left his jacket behind.

And?

I got his tailor’s phone number. What’s more, I know where he hired the clown suit too!

Luck, she said. Luck! Hard word, I’d call it.

What happened?

I took my photographs to the editor but he wasn’t interested. Can you believe it? He told me to drop the story.

Oh no. I’m going to find out what’s behind these killings. You know what I think? It’s a conspiracy! The police in three different countries have kept very quiet about the murders.

The press don’t connect them at all.

That covers just about everyone...
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We ask her about the clown. Maybe her investigation can help us.
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Tell me more about the clown’s previous victims

The first was Arno Bilotta, the millionaire pharmaceutical baron. He made his money from ampklhetamines, in the post--war slimming and diet boom. Imagine it! Millions of housewives, literally speeding their butts off!

Was he killed by his money?

The only witness in the case was his Filipino au pair.She swears he was lured to his death by a snowman.

What about the clown’s second victim?

Yamada, the controversial Japanese Green politician. He inherited his fortune from his father’s electro--chemical consortium. He was committed to dismantling Japan’s automobile industry.

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Hmmm. So he was killed because he was a treehugger.
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Yamada was a man of vision. He was years ahead of his time.

If you say so. How did he die?

At the hands -- or should I say, flippers -- of a giant Emperor Penguin.
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Keep asking her about the killer klown.
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A snowman, a penguin, and now a clown...

I’ll tell you what -- I won’t be accepting any invitations to costume parties.

I don’t blame you for being scared -- I am too. But this story could be my only chance to a big break...

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This is all she say about the clown. Charles proceeds to show her the clown's costume stuffies that we snatched on the sewer.
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I found a piece of material near the café... When I showed it, to the concierge, he recognized it, right away.

It’s very distinctive, all right. Just wait until you see this... I developed the film I shot at the café.

Look what that guy’s wearing.

Checkered pants. The same material as I found in the sewer.
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I knew that grabbing that obviously important piece of cloth would pay handsomely.
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That’s right. This guy shouldn’t be difficult to find.

Oh no? A scar in the shape of a horseshoe!

... or a crescent moon.

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So we now have the photograph of the killer, without the clown costume. Apparently, the killer was there when we exited the Café, and Nico managed to take a picture of him. This is somewhat weird, because there's no one but Mose and Nicole when we were there. Somehow, the killer somehow managed to remain unseen.

OK, let's continue with our investigation.
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How come you enlarged this photograph of me?

Because I noticed the guy behind you, of course.

Do you want this photograph back?

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OK, now let's show her the clown nose.
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I found this false nose in the sewer... It has ‘La risée du monde’ printed inside it...

The laughing stock of the world... It’s a costume shop near the Gare St Lazare.
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Yes! This clue is important, you'll see why later.
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I’ll check it out. Maybe the owner remembers who hired the clown costume.

No way am I wearing this -- I’d look really stupid! Besides, he might have had cold... I’m going back out to search for that clown!...

Where?

I guess I could visit the costume shop.

Good idea.

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So we exit Nico's apartment.
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If you see carefuly, you'll notice that there's a new unlocked area on the map: La risée du monde. And there's where we'll go.
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OK, just as we enter the costume shop, we notice that there's a plastic poop on the floor, and you can interact with it...
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As my fingers closed on the plastic novelty I realized my mistake. It was a novelty all right, but it wasn't plastic.
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Oh Charles Cecil, you and your juvenile fart and poop jokes. Only hiver likes this kind of humor. Anyways, let's talk with the shop manager.
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Excuse me...

Bonjour, m’sieur! Please -- come in, welcome.

I don’t want a costume.

Didn’t you ever dress up when you were a child?

Not that I remember.

Incredible! You’ll be telling me next that you never shared your elder sister's lingerie!
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I just need some information.

Of course. How can I help you?
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We start with the red nose. After all is thanks to it that we managed to get here.
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Not after it’s been worn, thank you.

I’m looking for a man who hired a clown costume from you...

Oui, m’sieur? I do not see how I can help.

Don’t you keep a record of costumes that you’ve rented out?

Of course, m’sieur, but...

Well, then -- I’d like you to check your records.

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This is a constant across all the game: Charles acting like an entitled moron. Kwas goona Kwa.
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Impossible! There are too many!
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I'm starting to get a sense od Deja vú. Like with Trodyk, I think that we won't get too much useful information from this dude.
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The clown I’m looking for is a cold-blooded killer. Give me his name, and I’ll see he’s brought to justice.

You see, the clown costume is our most popular line, m’sieur.

On average, we hire out more than thirty clown suits a week. You’ll have to give me more to go by. A description per’aps?

How come clowns are so popular?

I think it has something to do with their unpredictable nature.

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I concur Charles, I concur.
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Oh, come now -- who doesn't love clowns?

Me, for one.
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Let's show him the dirty tissue
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Does this dirty tissue mean anything to you?

Hmm! Let me smell that... Bestheimer’s number seven, white pancake.
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Wow!
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Teatrical greasepaint, right?

Oui, m’sieur. La crème de la crème of thespian accoutrement.

Have you sold any of it recently?

Yes. Two cans.
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OK, now we show Nicole's picture.
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Ah, oui! He was here this morning. He chose two costumes: Bozo the Clown, and Seamus the Pixie.

A pixie?

Very smart. Green silk with a taffeta lining.

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We got his name! Way to go George!
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Are you sure this is the same man who hired the clown suit?

Certainement -- Monsieur Khan.
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We ask him more, but there's nothing more of interest. Goodbye!
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My pleasure, m´sieur.

Huh? Well... okay.

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FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!
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What are you trying to do -- kill me?
You did not find it amusing?

I never saw the funny side of electric shock therapy.

Eh bien -- it is yours to keep. A gift.

Do I need a license?

What?

Remember to switch it off before you visit the toilet.
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Nothing more to do here, so we return with Nico. We got electrocuted but at least we managed to get the killer's name.
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Notice that the costume shop now appears disabled. We can't return there. Is the hand-holding way to tell us that there's nothing more to do there. Back to Nico's place...
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I've been to the costume shop.

Yeah. I like it. What are you supposed to be?

I didn't hire a costume. These are my clothes, and you know it.

Did you ask about the clown?

He hired two costumes: the clown and the pixie.

Then we're one jump ahead of him...

How do you make that out?

He probably plans to use the pixie suit next time he kills.

O, god -- don’t let it be me!

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Oh, come on George!
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Don’t be silly, George. That won’t happen.

Oh no?

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Let's talk about the clown first...
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What are you going to help trace the killer clown?

Research, George.

Yeah? You have a copy of the Clown's Yearbook?

I have a telephone and a lot of contacts.

Oh. Well, did you find anything useful?

What's that?

Patience.

I've heard of that... Isn't a substitute for decisive thinking?
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OK. But what about Khan? What else do you know?
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Have you found out any more about the murders?

When? Did they meet?

I don't know, but I can't imagine it was coincidence.
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OK. We'll try to talk again with the tailor -- Todryk. Prepare for another hundred lines of useless banter with a mean, all-around arsehole.
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May I use your telephone?

Sure -- go ahead.
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Sigh... OK, let's start.
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Mister Todryk?

Oh, it’s you again. What now?

The man I’m looking for is called Khan. He bought a suit from you -- remember?

Yes -- I remember him. Yes. I delivered the suit to his hotel.

The Hôtel Ubu. I don’t remember the room number. It was upstairs -- the second room on the right hand side of the corridor.
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Well, that was unexpected... and fast! Now we have the name and the place where the killer is staying. Maybe Todryk couldn't handle George's superior annoyance skills?
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Now I’ve got you, Mister Clown...
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Now we're getting somewhere! Do you know the Hotel Ubu?

The Ubu? Yes I do.

That’s where the clown stayed.

Good work George. Where are you going now?

I could go to hang out at the Hotel Ubu...

Watch out for Khan, George.

Don’t worry -- I will.
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Do George will go guns blazing to confront his enemy? We will know in the next update from this epic saga of love, hate, murder and clown noses!
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Click the goat to go to the Table of Contents.

 

[Azira]

Ah, the classic "fake" poop on the floor, eh?

Damn incontinent shopkeeper.

 

[CappenVarra]

Incredible! You’ll be telling me next that you never shared your elder sister's lingerie!

Hm, should this be an RK47/ Gragt joke, a Kaiserin joke, or a Surf Solar joke... This requires elaboration.

 

[Kosmonaut]

I was thinking of a SMA joke, and in fact I was going to make a joke with one of her famous pictures, but I didn't want to venture in Retardo Land.

 

[marooned]

I quite enjoyed the game back then but I hardly remember the plot, even less the puzzles. Actually I tend to fail in the same puzzles again and again when replaying adventure games. Kinda lucky.


Now more French chick.

 

[Guido Fawkes]

Kudos for LPing the original. The "Director's Cut" was atrocios.

 

[Kosmonaut]

Chapter 1 - Killer Klowns from Outer France (Part 6 - Anglo-American alliance)

In the next installment of this long Lets Play, we'll get to the Hotel Ubu, where our beloved serial rapist killer, 'Khan' is chillaxing. We even know the room where he's staying, thanks to Todryk, his tailor.

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In the Paris map, we notice that the location of the Hotel Ubu has been unlocked. Nice.
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Upon arrival at the Hotel, we find a pair of suspiciously looking guys guarding the door. They don't seem to mind George presence, but obviously are 'bad dudes'. You can enter the hotel safely and they don't bother you, but let's talk to them. Maybe they know a thing or two.
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Guido: Yes?
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Don't ask me how do I know the name of this italian gangster, but he's called Guido. Maybe he knows something about Khan?
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Do you know a man by the name of Khan?

No I don’t

It’s very important I get to see him, and...

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Uhm... maybe they don't know him by that name. Lets try with something else... What about the clown?
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I’m looking for a clown.

Are you trying to be funny?

No -- I really am looking for a clown.

There are no clowns here except you.
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Okay, that didn't work. We ask Guido about Plantard.
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No. That name means nothing to me.
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Damn, that didn't work either. Maybe if I show him Khan's picture.
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Do you recognize the guy in this photograph?

No. I never saw him.
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Well, that was the last useful thing that we could ask. Let's talk now with the dumb-looking gangster.
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Flap (!!!): Yeah?
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Show Khan's picture.
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Do you recognize the guy in this photograph?

Is this a trick question?

No. I simply asked if you recognized him.

Okay, then -- no, I don’t.

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Okay. And what about Khan himself?
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Do you happen to know a guy called Khan?

That ain’t nobody I know.

I’m sorry to be a burden to your brain.
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Lets keep pressing with the questions. This brick-lifter knows something, I think. Next question: Plantard.
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You ever meet a guy called Plantard?

No I ain’t.

If you’re quick you’ll catch him at the coroner’s.
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Okay. Last question. The clown.
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Have you seen a guy dressed as a clown?

Aw -- that’s too bad. I love the clowns, don’t you?

I’ve seen daytime television that was funnier.

I love it when the little guys get hurt.

That figures.

A plank in the kisser.

See you later.

Not if you see me first!
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This was just a waste of time (like this LP). Lets enter the Hotel.
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We are inside the Hotel (duh!). At first sight there's no sign of Khan, just an old lady playing the piano and this weird looking guy reading the newspaper. We'll just ask everyone about Khan, until we get some clues or we face him in person. Lets begin with the old woman.
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Well, hello. What can I do for you?

I’m looking for a man...

You disappointment me, my dear.
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This old lady is a riot, and she's completely crazy, just wait.
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Aren't you going to tell me your name?

George. George Stobbart, ma’am.

How sweet! I once had a stable boy called George.

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Snobbish and rude english woman, what a surprise.
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A real Lady? I mean... you are an honest-to-god aristocrat?

I don’t know about that. Few of my ancestors were honest; not even to God. I can trace my family back to the Normans... but don’t let that intimidate you, George.

Beneath that impressive pedigree I’m just flesh and blood.

You appear distracted, George. Is there any way I can help you?
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Okay. Lets beggin with Khan picture, as both are Hotel guest, maybe she has seen him.
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Do you recognize the man in this photograph?

My god! It’s him. That’s Moerlin!
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Huh?
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She represented I loved about the English. The lady was totally deranged.

Merlin? You mean King Arthur's wizard?

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That's a good start. She does know him, but he uses a different name in the Hotel. Clever (or obvious).
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The man you know as Moerlin is fake.

What do you mean sweetie?

He’s a murderer. He also uses the name ‘Khan’.

I’m shocked, Mister Stobbart. Shaken! I took him a gentleman, a man of honor... Do you know, I'd like to assist you in stitching him up!
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This is getting better. Somehow, she knows Khan/Moerlin, and as they had some kind of falling, she's willing to assist me in finding him.
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It was no more than an hour ago. He came downstairs and spoke to that clerk chappie. Something passed hands -- I couldn’t see what exactly.
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Damn. He's not in the Hotel. But at least we know that he left something.
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A briefcase?

The clerk put it in the hotel safe, and Moerlin went out.
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So Khan left something of importance, some kind of documents in the Hotel safe. Now we must get this stuff.
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Are you sure you saw Moerlin putting documents in the safe?

Yes, darling. Positive.

Obviously something of great importance.

Yeah. I’d sure like to get my hands on whatever it is. I bet they had something to do with Plantard’s briefcase...

No he hasn't. Are you going to search his room?

If I could get in there I would.
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Yes George, we will try to get in there. Trust me. Just for the lulz, we attempt to use the buzzer on Lady Piermont...
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I couldn't bring myself to use the buzzer on this dear Lady...
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...without the expected results. Bummer. Lets talk about the pair of guys guarding the hotel entrance.
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What makes you think he's a gangster?

The Italian suit and the bulge on his pocket.

That doesn't necessarily makes them gangsters!
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Oh Lady Piermont. Okay, and what about yourself?
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Are you here on Paris on vacation?

No darling, I'm on holiday. I need to get away after Algy’s funeral.

I didn't realize you were mourning the loss of a loved one.

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R00fles! I'm starting to like this lady even more than Nicole.
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I’m sorry to hear about your husband’s death...

You wouldn’t be if you knew him, my dear. It gave me the opportunity to take a well-deserved holiday. Daphne suggested a change of scenery: Paris, she said.

Well, the closest I came to romance was being wooed by a drunken Breton chef. I must say I was disappointed with his coq au vin.

Not at all what I was expecting. I was thinking of cutting my holiday short, packaging my bags and heading back for Hemel Hempstead... That was... until last night.

I was stricken, Mr. Stobbart. Cupid’s arrow has cleft my bosom!

He couldn’t really miss...
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Oh come on George! She could be your ticket to get more clues about the killer!
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It was just as I ‘d always imagined it should be. The intimacy of candlelight, romantic music tinkling across the room... And then -- a stranger’s glance!

He was the man I’d been waiting for all my life.

I’m glad he finally turned up after all these years.

Ah, but it wasn’t to be. He was merely toying with my affections! And if I ever catch up with him, he’s dead.
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Well, that was the last think of "value" that we could learn from this old crazy lady. We got plenty of info, and she offered to help us further. But for the moment, we move on.
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OK, time to pester the gentleman with the funny pants.
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Excuse me -- didn't I see your picture in the newspaper? You're that Nobel Prize winner, from some unpronounceable Easter European state?
: x Yes. That's me, in person.

I don't want to worry you, but have you had any threats in your life? You know -- mysterious phone calls, letters made up of headlines cut from the newspaper...
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Fucking George. Straight to the point.
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We unleash our know routine of asking annoying questions.
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Do you know a guy named Plantard?

I don’t know anybody in Paris.

Oh. Well, this guy is dead anyhow.

Why do you ask me about dead men?

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George exposes himself as just another insensitive kwan.
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I'm... uh, sure you have
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Next question: the clown.
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Have you seen a clown?

I beg your pardon?

My pants are from England. Marks and Spencer. They are a pleasure and a comfort to wear, with much support.

I’m real glad to hear that. You know, it’s good to know you Nobel Prize winners are human too.

In my country the people make do with strings and egg cartoons.

For everything. Oppression is the mother of ingenuity.
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Stalin would be proud of this man. Show him Moerlin picture.
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Do you recognize this man? He calls himself ‘Khan’.

Yes. I know this man. Why do you carry his photograph?
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Bingo!
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This is a photo of Khan, right?

That is just one of the names by which he's known.What's your interest in Khan?
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Wow! This Khan is a freaking celebrity.
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How do you know him?

He's an enemy of my people.

You know he's a killer?

Would you help me to investigate Khan?

That’s not possible. My instructions are to observe. I cannot jeopardize my position as an honoured guest of this country’s government.
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What a fucking chicken. This potato obviously knows a lot more about Khan, and not just because both are hotel guests. But he won't help us, even as the killer is enemy of both of us. This guys deserves to get the joy buzzer treatment.
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May I shake you by the hand?

That’s a real bad attitude problem you’ve got there. Thanks for your help.

Goodbye.
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He's just a hardcore communist, like our very own Kukulkan. Whatever. Lets continue with our quest.
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As per the tailor comment, Khan's room is upstairs, in the second door on the left. Lets check it out.
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Bummer. Lets try the other two doors.
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As expected, none of the doors can be opened. Lets return downstairs.
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And the next thing that we'll do is talk with the Hotel clerk.
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I want some information.

Who are you -- the police?

I’m conducting a private investigation.

Ah! I know only too well what you mean.

When people book into an hotel, they leave their morals at home, non?
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Let's see what can we gatter about Khan.
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Do you recognize the man in this photograph?

Yes, m’sieur. That man is one of our guests.

What name?

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Damn!
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Can you tell me which room the man in the photography has taken?

Oh, no m’sieur! That information is confidential.

Would it make a difference if I told you the guy in the photo was a murderer?

We are accustomed to catering for celebrities, m’sieur. Movie stars, politicians, royalty, sporting personalities -- they all stay here.
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What a jerk, but understandable. At least he makes a good clerk. Time to ask for everything else, starting with Plantard.
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Non, m’sieur.
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I'm getting Todryk vibes with this guy, which means that it's almost sure that we won't get anything useful from the clerk. Well, at least in this part. Lets see what can we gatter about the papers Khan stored in the Hotel safe.
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I’d like to retrieve something from your safe...

Ah oui, m’sieur. May I see some form of identification?

Uh... like what?

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I don't drive.

Your passport?

I don’t have it with me. I could show you my operation scar...?
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Yeah George, that will be of real help with this guy.
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I’m sorry m’sieur. I must have some form of unique I.D.

I’m sorry. I must insist on a more traditional identification.

Rats!
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No cookie. At this point we just keep making more questions.
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I’m looking for a man that dresses like a clown.

There are no clowns here.

If you say so. Thanks for your help, buddy.
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Nothing. We are getting to a dead end. But then something occurs to George. There's a room key behind him. Maybe if we can --somehow-- get it, we could get inside Khan's room. Let's try to pick up the key.
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You were trying to steal that key, non?

Non way.
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George doesn't give up easily, so he tries again.
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Hé! Ne touche pas!

Just looking!
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Success deferred. Now we try something different: read the guest book.
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But the name on the book for room twenty two was Moerlin.
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Well, that was something that we already knew. Okay, lets try to get the key in a more tradicional --and legal-- way.
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About the key hanging on the hook over there...

Oui, m’sieur?

Which room is it for?

Number twenty-one.

Is that room taken?

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I’d like to check in to room twenty-one.

That is not possible.
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How come? You said it was vacant!

It is reserved for another guest.

Rats!

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Now that was funny. But that doesn't make less obvious the fact that we are, indeed, stuck in the Hotel. Okay, that's all for now. In the next update we will know if George could get inside of Khan's room... or any room.
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[CappenVarra]

Well, that was corny enough...

 

[Kosmonaut]

Well, that was corny enough...

What was corny? The LP? The update? Or Lady Piermont?

 

[Radisshu]

Great LP, I played through this a few times when I was younger. You accidentally call George 'Charles' a few times at the costume shop, though, after talking about Charles Cecil's bathroom humour.

 

[CappenVarra]

Well, that was corny enough...

What was corny? The LP? The update? Or Lady Piermont?

Lady Piermont and the game humor in general... Now update

 

[Kosmonaut]

Great LP, I played through this a few times when I was younger. You accidentally call George 'Charles' a few times at the costume shop, though, after talking about Charles Cecil's bathroom humour.

Yeah, I got confused with the names. Thanks for spotting this, I'll fix it today. If you find something else, don't hesitate to tell me.

 

[Kosmonaut]

Well, that was corny enough...

What was corny? The LP? The update? Or Lady Piermont?

Lady Piermont and the game humor in general... Now update

I was going to post the follow-up of George adventures in the Hotel last year, but I lost several images from the next location, so I need to play again a small segment of the game and take the screen captures.