When You Have to Shoot, Shoot

It's high noon time I was concluding my playthrough of Gaetano Abbondanza's western-themed FF mini-adventure Six-Gun Friday, which started here.

I tell Captain Hendricks that the Friday boys are likely to be leaving town by train, and an orderly who has a copy of the timetable handy informs us that the Southern Pacific to Phoenix leaves in just 10 minutes. We make haste to the station, but the train is just pulling away as we arrive. The Captain fires his pistol to get the conductor's attention, and calls to him to stop, but the conductor's actions suggest that one of the Fridays has him at gunpoint and is encouraging him to keep his hands off the brake.

The train is still building up speed, so I decide to attempt a risky manoeuvre, riding my horse alongside it while not yet outpaced, and leaping aboard when the opportunity presents itself. Hendricks attempts to dissuade me, but I have a high Skill, this adventure has no Luck stat, and letting the train go would probably leave this blog post less than ten sentences long, so I'm going to risk the stunt.

Galloping forwards to the engineer's cab could easily lead to my getting shot by whichever of the outlaws is gunning for a rapid departure, so I'll try and find somewhere towards the rear of the train that could provide me with access. Spotting a small platform next to a door on the last car, I attempt to jump onto that, and it turns out that my Stamina is what will determine success or failure. Despite the injuries I sustained earlier, I still have more than twice the minimum score required, and spring onto the platform with ease.

The door is locked. I don't think I can afford to wait for somebody to decide to use it: one of the Fridays might have spotted me riding alongside the train and decide to check whether or not I got left behind, and I'd be an easy target out here. Hammering on the door attracts the attention of a man in black, who demands to see my ticket. I show him my marshall's badge and explain that there are dangerous fugitives on the train and I need to see whatever security detail is aboard, but he still insists that I produce a ticket. Is he really that much of a jobsworth, or could he be in cahoots with the Fridays?

I don't have a ticket, so the only thing getting punched here is the man's face. He manages to land one blow on me before I subdue him, but I win the fight quickly enough to avoid whatever adverse consequences would result from taking too long. He lets me aboard, saying he'll have me arrested in Phoenix, and I again attempt to explain the situation to him. This takes me to the same section that being more patient with him would have, showing the fight to have been unnecessary, but what western doesn't include a gratuitous bout of fisticuffs at some point?

The ticket agent changes his tune when I tell him that the Friday clan is on his train, and he mentions a group of men in the first class compartment that must be them. That's also where the train's security officer is travelling, so notifying him of the situation without getting noticed by the Fridays could be tricky. I advise the ticket agent to arm himself if he can, and start to head forward through the train.

Encountering no trouble on the way to the first class cabin, I pause to use a couple of my first aid kits and bring myself back up to full Stamina. Then I open the door a crack and peer through. The Fridays are in there, as is an armed man who must be the security officer, along with over thirty wealthy-looking passengers and a couple of waiters.

Marching in and trying to arrest the clan is liable to result in my contracting a lethal dose of lead poisoning, and trying to attract the security officer's attention could alert the criminals to my presence, so I wait for a better opportunity to present itself. What ensues strikes me not so much as 'better' as 'not as bad as what would probably have happened if I'd tried anything else'. The ticket man might not have been in league with the Fridays, but it looks as if the security man is, as he leaves the carriage through the far door in response to a nod from Abel, and shortly afterwards, William stands and announces that he and his associates are now perpetrating a hold-up.

I kick open the door and yell at the Fridays to surrender. None too surprisingly, they are reluctant to do so. Zeke is first to try and shoot me, but my trigger finger is faster, and I gun him down. The rest of the clan take cover behind a bench, as do I, and more shots are fired. This attracts the attention of the corrupt security man, who reenters the carriage and asks Abel what's happening. Taking that as proof that he's working with them, I blow him away.

The passengers panic and flee, somehow avoiding casualties. Abel yells at his remaining associates to deal with me, and also heads out of first class. The gunfire stops, and I wait to see what happens next. One of the Fridays dashes across the aisle, but my bullet is faster than he is, and he doesn't make it to cover.

Unfortunately for me, he was acting as a distraction, enabling two of his fellows to move into positions where they can get a shot at me. Unfortunately for them, my Fast Draw ability still gives me the edge, so I get to shoot at them first. And two abysmal rolls mean that I hit neither, though only one of them manages to wound me when they do open fire.

I think it's time to seek some fresh cover. Keeping low, I throw myself across the aisle, and while a couple of shots are fired, they miss. Looking around, I find myself face to face with Jeremiah, and this time Fast Draw does benefit me: I gun him down before he can hit his trigger. Three down, two to go.

One of the surviving outlaws dashes for cover behind a bench. I fire a stray shot to distract him, and it works: by the time Clement realises I'm not where he thinks I am, I have a bead on him, and this time I don't miss. The next bullet fired at me does miss, though, and turning towards the gunman, I see that Abel has returned. He points my location out to the last of his partners in crime, and again ducks out of the carriage.

Following a short and unproductive exchange of bullets, William leaps into the aisle where I'm taking cover, brandishing a knife. In melee combat he's no better than the ticket man, but the dice turn nasty again, and starting with a higher Skill and Stamina doesn't help me. While I bring William down to 1 Stamina, he gets to strike the killing blow.

Dang! Close, but not good enough. As it turns out, the extra damage done by the Schofield is pretty much irrelevant during the climactic shoot-out. If I'd chosen the Peacemaker instead, one of my lousy shots would have been on target, so killing Clement would have brought that phase of the endgame to a conclusion, and I'd have had an opportunity to pit my wits against Abel one-on-one. Still, I don't mind having to replay Six-Gun Friday anywhere near as much as I do certain of the other Fantazine adventures I have yet to win here.

How To Shoot At Someone Who Outdrew You

The idiosyncrasies of English idiom become an obstacle to my making a point here. There's a significant excluded middle between the commonly accepted meanings of 'a fan of' and 'not a fan of'. If you're a fan of something, you like it a lot (probably, and let's ignore those members of fandoms who appear to despise whatever they claim to be fans of). But if you say that you're not a fan of something, that is liable to be taken as expressing a significant dislike of it. So what about all the things you don't actively dislike, yet don't get particularly enthusiastic about?

That's where the genre known as 'the western' falls for me. On the one hand, I've watched and derived some enjoyment from at least half a dozen of the classics. But there are plenty of other renowned westerns that I've never seen, and have no real motivation to watch. I bailed on the original BBC screening of Silverado at the point where I realised it was not the Blazing Saddles-esque parody that an ingeniously edited trailer had made it appear to be. A local charity shop's overzealous enforcement of their '5 for £1' offer on DVDs has led to my acquiring dozens of previously unseen films alongside the ones I actually wanted to buy, but westerns constitute only a tiny minority of my 'give it a try just to make up the numbers' purchases. I don't hate westerns, but I'm not likely to go out of my way to watch one, either.

Thus, when it became apparent that Six-Gun Friday, the mini-adventure by Gaetano Abbondanza in Fighting Fantazine 13, was a western, I was neither enthusiastic nor filled with dread. Playing it almost immediately after Starhunt: Void Slavers, I may have been a little concerned at the lack of choice presented at the end of section 1, but it soon became apparent that this was a much better, properly interactive mini-adventure. And then the forum where I was logging the results of the 'play all FF in order' venture for which I was playing SGF got deleted in a fit of pique, which did nothing good for my motivation. By the time I finally resumed my initial attempt at the adventure, I'd lost track of what I'd done and encountered, so I don't know if the wrong decision that ultimately enabled the villains to elude justice was because I forgot an incidental clue or if it was a blind choice and I just picked the bad option.

When SGF came up in the randomised series playthrough I organised last year in celebration of FF's 40th anniversary, an unwise decision early on got me into a fistfight with an unexpectedly adept thug, who beat me to death. Randomness being what it is, the adventure has also already come up in this year's follow-up to that challenge, and in that attempt, I got a bullet through the lung courtesy of a young outlaw named William - wonder where the author got the idea for him.

A lot depends on my stats, and there’s less scope for allocating dice than usual, as there are only two stats here.
Skill: 11
Stamina:20
On this occasion there’s no need for me to switch dice around, but a low Skill would probably have been my ticket to Boot Hill.

I also get to pick two special skills from a list of five, and since not having Fast Draw contributed to at least two wounds and one death when I played SGF before, I think I'll take it this time. Tracking has definitely helped in the past, so I'll pick that as the other. And I can choose the type of revolver I carry, too: the Colt .45 Peacemaker improves accuracy, while the Smith & Wesson Schofield .45 does more damage. With that Skill, I think I’ll risk the Schofield – the slight risk of missing a shot is, I think, outweighed by the advantage of being able to kill outlaws faster and give them fewer opportunities to shoot at me.

The 'Background' section differs slightly from the norm, as it doesn't really say anything about the imminent adventure. Instead, it consists of a brief history of the town of Bent Reed and my character, town marshall Matthew Slade, presumably on the assumption that readers know enough about the genre to expect that the adventure will involve more than just the "property theft, drunken brawls, cattle burglary and the occasional gunfight" that I usually deal with.

Things remain pretty low-key once the actual adventure gets going. Rodrigo, my Native American 'acting jailer', beats me at chess, and a local farmer comes in to complain about missing chickens, showing signs of being prejudiced against members of Rodrigo's ethnic group. I have to get through that first, somewhat gratuitous section transition before the real action commences: a couple of ranchers hurry in to report that the local hardware store is on fire, one of them also passing on a rumour that it's arson and the perpetrator is at the Sagebrush Hotel.

Telling Rodrigo to stay put in case I have to arrest anybody, I hurry off to the hardware store. By the time I get there, the fire has taken a strong enough hold that there's no realistic prospect of saving the building, but the proprietor's wife is convinced that he's still inside, so prompt action is still required.

Avoiding the obvious entrance, I head round to the rear of the building and, finding the door locked, break a window to gain entry. Finding crates of goods but no sign of the missing shop owner, I head further in before something catches my eye. A man stands outside a window, intently watching the interior of the shop, and when I indicate for him to move away, he pulls out a pistol and fires, shattering the window but missing me as I dive to the floor.

Forgetting about the man I was trying to rescue, I leap through the now empty window frame to chase after the stranger who tried to shoot me. He's fast, and vanishes around the side of a barn, and when I follow, he is nowhere to be seen. His boot prints peter out, but my Tracking ability enables me to work out that the man doubled back on himself, and is now hiding under the canvas that covers a nearby wheelbarrow. I warn of my intent to shoot a few holes in the canvas, and the man gives himself up.

In the course of babbling about how he was only trying to scare me, not kill me, the man lets slip that he was not responsible for the fire, but had been left to keep an eye on the store. A few threats elicit the further information that he was acting under the instructions of the 'Friday boys', and that the fire is just a distraction to draw attention from what's going on at the bank.

Ordering the man to turn himself in at the jail, I acquire a codeword and hurry off to the bank. By the time I get there, it's almost too late, as I can see a group of horsemen galloping away. One horse remains tethered outside, though, and as I approach, its owner emerges from the bank and saddles up. I order him to stop, he trains his pistol on me, and before he can shoot, I use my Fast Draw skill and fire first, clipping his wrist and causing him to drop the gun. He issues some threats and, confident that a lawman won't shoot a wounded man in the back, gees up his horse and follows after the rest of the gang, leaving me with only a second codeword.

Some of the town militia join me, having heard word that the bank was being robbed. They let me know that the hardware shop owner was saved from the burning building, and we head into the bank to see what has happened. Inside we find the banker, Hastings, bound and gagged behind the counter. Once we've untied him, he confirms that the notorious Friday clan robbed the bank while the townspeople were dealing with the fire.

A meeting is held, and while one citizen is in favour of pursuing the robbers to Cheyenne before they can spend what they've stolen, most are too afraid of the gang's reputation for violence to take action themselves. In the end, I decide to go after the outlaws on my own, but ask the mayor to request federal back-up for me in Cheyenne.

Before I depart, the first codeword I picked up enables me to check up on Simmons, the man who'd been keeping watch on the hardware store. He did turn himself in as instructed, and a comparatively friendly talk with him provides me with a lead: the Friday clan will be gambling in the Black Dinah saloon while they're in Cheyenne. Armed with this information (and a few extra guns), I'm about to set off when Rodrigo advises me to wait until morning, so the Friday boys will have had time to hit a bottle or two, and unwind and lower their guard.

The next day I ride to Cheyenne without incident, and decide to keep my marshall's badge out of sight. The old-timer who stables my horse tells me that the closest saloon is the Blind Pig, and also mentions Black Dinah's, which is better quality but on the other side of town. Remembering what Simmons told me about the Friday boys' plans, I take back my horse and head for the more distant establishment.

Once I'm in the right part of town, Black Dinah's is impossible to miss. In addition to two bars and an assortment of gaming tables, it has a stage on which a band and a group of can-can dancers are performing, and there's just a gaping aperture where you'd expect to find the main door, purportedly because they never close. I take a seat at one of the bars, and as I'm paying for my drink, I inadvertently reveal my marshall's badge to the man sitting next to me. Figuring that I'm not here just for a bit of off-duty activity, he wants to know whom I seek to apprehend.

If he were with the Friday lot, he'd probably be shooting rather than asking questions. I mention that I'm from Bent Reed, and he knows enough about what's happened to comment that I'm either very brave or naïve. I comment on how well-informed he is, and he reaches into his coat. On this occasion I don't make use of Fast Draw: if the man wanted me dead, he'd either have attacked the moment he realised I was a lawman, or he'd be more subtle now he's learned enough to perceive me as a threat.

Rather than a weapon, he produces a badge which reveals him to be from the Pinkertons. The author seems to assume that there's no need to explain what this means, and while I have heard of that Detective Agency, it wouldn't surprise me if some readers were a bit puzzled until they reached the later paragraph that clarifies the point.

Frank, the Pinkerton man, is arrogant and condescending, and also a little bit tipsy, and I exploit this, pretending to be the overawed hick he thinks I am. Eager to show off, he displays the wanted poster he carries, which depicts the whole clan, and tells me about them. Most of what he tells me is probably fairly common knowledge, but towards the end of the conversation he lets slip that the Fridays have friends in high places, namely the Wyoming Stock Growers Association.

After Frank shambles away, I spend a while watching the clientele of Black Dinah's. One of whom, distracted by the dancers, trips over my foot and drops his drink. Some onlookers find this amusing, so he knocks me off my seat and gives me a kicking to restore his reputation. My priorities lie elsewhere, and once I've picked myself up, I turn my attention to one of the gaming tables, hoping to overhear something that might give me a lead.

Conversation around the table centres on the game in progress, which is of no real value to me. I'm about to give up and move on when an incident gets my attention. One of the players gets accused of cheating, and his reaction gives me my first opportunity to get a good look at him. At first glance he appears little more than a boy, though a little facial scarring suggests that he's not as inexperienced as he looks. The nervous reaction of some of the other players is also telling.

The youth shoots his accuser dead without warning, and reacts badly when the dealer addresses him as 'William'. This is indeed the youngest and potentially the most dangerous of the Friday clan, and I think I'll pass up the opportunity to take action right now. Based on my earlier attempts at this adventure, I know that there's no way of apprehending him at this stage, and that later on there will be a codeword check to establish how many of the Friday boys have a personal grudge against me. This time round there's already the man I wounded outside the bank, and I doubt that incurring William's enmity as well will do anything to improve my odds of surviving the coming confrontation.

Well, that was my plan, but when William starts seriously threatening the dealer, I wind up holding him at gunpoint anyway. I tell him he's under arrest, and he invites me to play a hand of cards and offers me a drink. My last, apparently, as he indicates that 'brother Abel' is behind me. Refusing to be taken in by the oldest trick in the book, I persist in attempting to arrest William. He flips over the table, and while I shoot through it, I only wound him (thereby acquiring another codeword), and he now has cover while I'm in the open. I take refuge behind another table, and William makes a bid for freedom, using the dancers as cover until he can get outside.

By now night has fallen, and pursuing a homicidal outlaw in unfamiliar territory while it's dark seems like an effective way to get myself killed. I seek directions to the closest hotel and book in for the night. The conversation I have with the clerk gives him a good idea of why I'm in town, and his reaction indicates that, like Frank, he doesn't think I have much chance of success, though his tone is regretful rather than condescending.

I head for the hotel restaurant for a meal, and when a sleazy individual starts harassing the wife of one of his employees at a nearby table, I intervene. He's not happy about this, and gives me a choice between allowing him to force his unwelcome attentions upon the woman and settling the matter with a fight. Not wanting to risk getting in trouble with local law enforcement, I go for a third option, showing my marshall's badge and threatening to make things official. He backs off, but suggests that something unpleasant might happen to me if I don't return to Bent Reed very soon, and I gain another codeword to show that this is no idle threat.

After that the night passes without incident. The next day I resume my investigations, following up the lead carelessly provided by Frank. A codeword check suggests that if I didn't have a clear goal in mind, I'd now be facing consequences for the altercation in the restaurant, but as I know where I'm going, I have no cause to meander into a part of town where that sleazebag's associates can remonstrate with me.

The Stock Growers' office isn't difficult to track down, and there I claim to be a ranch-owner seeking a buyer for a large herd of cattle. This gets me a letter of introduction and directions to the club where members of the Association tend to hang out. While queuing to enter the club, I learn that its clientele include many prominent citizens, even a senator and a judge. While I'm not as well-dressed as those around me, that letter suffices to get me through the door, and a young man escorts me to the drawing room.

It's all pretty decadent in here, and there are more than a dozen men already in the room, some talking, others gathered around a billiards table, the rest reading. The place has a selection of newspapers from big cities, and I take the opportunity to do a little reading myself. Fortuitously, I pick up a copy of the Chicago Daily Tribune which contains an article on the Friday clan. This mentions that they've recently started to focus on train heists, and includes photos of all six of the outlaws. So even if I hadn't had run-ins with a couple of them or seen Frank's poster, I'd still be able to recognise them as an attendant ushers them into the room...

The Association members present clearly know and have some arrangement with the Friday clan, which has doubtless helped the outlaws to evade justice for so long. Abel, the leader of the gang, requests that the other members vacate the room while he and his boys conduct a little business with me, and it's time for that codeword check. I don't have as many of the relevant codewords as I could, which is probably a good thing - the maximum could lead to my being shot on the spot for being too much of an annoyance. Still, having two rather than just the one I did the last time I got this far is still liable to mean trouble.

As it turns out, I seem to have got the optimal number of codewords. When I had just the one, the man I'd previously injured wanted to settle the score in a personal showdown. With two, the clan definitely want me dead, but when I point out that even if they kill me, they won't be able to avoid retribution forever, Abel agrees, and reveals that they're planning on moving to fresh territory. This prompts other members to start talking about their long-term plans, and an argument breaks out between William and Zeke, whose prospects are limited by the fact that he's slowly dying of tuberculosis.

While the bickering takes the Fridays' attention from me, I decide to try and make a break for it, as my chances of surviving a six-against-one confrontation are less than negligible. Diving for cover behind a divan, I manage to avoid being hit by any of the shots fired at me. The gang members cease fire and make moves to encircle me, but one of the Association members in the corridor outside, wondering if the sudden silence indicates that the showdown is over, opens the door a crack to peer inside. Seizing the opportunity, I dash through the door and make for the exit.

Sprinting in the direction of the constable's office, I catch sight of a group of mounted officers, accompanied by a more familiar face. Rather than stay put in Bent Reed like I told him to, Rodrigo has opted to provide me with a little additional back-up. The leader of the mounted officers introduces himself as Captain Hendricks of the 18th Cavalry, and indicates that he and his men are ready to act on whatever information I can provide to assist with the capture of the Fridays. I lead them to the club I so recently vacated, and bystanders mention that six men, one of them wounded, rode away a short time ago.

Allowing for the possibility that those men were decoys, Hendricks has some of his officers enter the club to search the building and question everyone still inside. The rest of us will attempt to catch up with the six, and based on what Abel said to me (plus process of elimination following on from my earlier failure), I figure that the railway station is where we need to go.

I doubt that I'm going to make it through the whole of the endgame before the end of this month, and this seems like a decent point at which to pause the action, so I'll post what I've achieved so far, and pick up the reins again when I have a bit more time to spare.

I Am the Danger

Game publisher Judges Guild brought out some Tunnels & Trolls material in the early 1980s, at least initially with the approval of the people behind T&T (I'll say more about this when I move on to the next JG adventure). The first of these was The Toughest Dungeon in the World, by prolific T&T author Ken St. Andre, illustrated by Kevin Siembieda, whose RPG Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles & Other Strangeness provided my school's gaming group with a variety of ways to get freshly-generated characters killed at high speed.

TTDITW has been reissued more than once, but my copy is a first edition, which means that it's got its fair share of errors (though the accompanying errata sheet does point out that they would make it rare and collectable if it were a postage stamp rather than a gaming product).

Most significant is the fact that, owing to miscommunication between author and publishers, the paragraphs haven't been scrambled. This makes it obvious that this is another adventure with unnecessary transitions - section 1 leads to section 2, which leads to section 3, which leads to section 4, which leads to 5, 6, 7 and 8, but as 4 is a hub and three of the sections to which it leads relate to returning after a non-lethal foray into the dungeon, it's necessary to pass through at least five different sections before getting to make any decisions. Given that most of these sections are all on the same page, and in the right order, this is not as annoying as having to repeatedly jump back and forth through the text, waiting for an opportunity to actually do something, but it's not a good sign when you know that the adventure is only less tiresome than it could have been because of a mistake.

Actually, the section padding does serve a bit of a purpose here. I need to eat and sleep every so often, and must keep track of the number of sections through which I pass to determine when lack of food and/or rest starts to have a harmful effect. Having the opening broken up the way it is means I'm that bit closer to suffering from hunger pangs and fatigue by the time I get to do anything, but no character should have to pass through that chain of sections more than once, so it's not that big a deal.

So, what of the adventure itself? It takes place in the protected caverns of Hael', purported to be the location of a lost Dwarven city containing a great treasure. In fact, by now the bulk of the treasure that can be found in the caverns was brought in by adventurers who sought the lost city and died, but loot is loot, regardless of whether it used to belong to the ruler of the Dwarves or a Warrior who failed a crucial saving roll. The point is that it's down here, and I need a substantial quantity of it.

By the way, I'm not an adventurer. I'm one of the denizens of the caverns. A Troll, to be precise (certain other 'monster' species are permissible, but Troll is the default option, so I might as well start with that). And why do I need to amass ten thousand gold pieces' worth of treasure? Well, that would enable me to relocate to Khazan and bribe my way into a cushy post in the Officer Corps, rather than being stuck down in a dank, dismal cave subject to repeated raids by parties of adventurers.

The rulebook includes two different sets of modifiers for creating 'monsters' with a full set of stats, but section 2 says to use the set that provides bigger bonuses to Strength and Constitution, which is fine by me. How much that helps is still subject to the whim of the dice, of course, and I get:
Strength 63
Intelligence 14
Luck 12
Constitution 84
Dexterity 8
Charisma -14
Speed 7
The negative score in Charisma is because I am a 'monster'. The further from 0, the better, and I treat it as a positive integer for the purpose of saving rolls. I don't get any starting gold or equipment, but my hide provides a degree of natural armour, and my claws are as good as a short sword in battle.

It being the start of the adventure, I must leave my lair and wander the caverns in search of adventurers and other creatures to fight and rob of their valuables. Stepping around the large stalagmite that conceals the entrance to my cave, I head along the tunnel and pick a side turning at random (as in, where I go is determined not by player whim but by the roll of a die).

Before long the scent of rotting meat alerts me to the proximity of another creature's lair, and I find the way in behind a big stalagmite. As Luck would have it, the occupant is currently out, doubtless looking for heroes and monsters to kill and plunder, so there's nothing to prevent me from helping myself to whatever cash and shinies my neighbour has saved up. Which turns out to be 200 coins. The type of coin should be determined by the level of the dungeon on which they're found, but since the text didn't specify anything more informative than 'deep within the caverns', I'm going to assume that they're gold.

Taking my ill-gotten gains, I return to the warren of passages, and find one that leads home, so I head back there to stash the money somewhere safe. A reasonably productive first excursion, but I'd better head straight out again, because I haven't yet found anything edible, and I will require a meal before long.

Heading out again, I find my way to a large grotto, which has been turned into something of a maze by walls of limestone. I wander around for a bit before finding an exit, which slopes down to end at the bank of a subterranean stream. It's not too deep to wade through, so I turn and splash downstream for a bit. For around a couple of hours (which, referring to the rulebook, seems to be roughly equivalent to 12 section transitions for the purposes of timekeeping - pity the text didn't specify) I follow the flow of the water until it disappears into a hole through which I cannot pass, forcing me to turn back and take one of the side passages I ignored on the way down.

A wide ledge overlooks the tunnel I enter, making it a good place to prepare an ambush. Climb up, wait for something edible or wealthy or both to wander below, leap to the attack. Or, as more randomness is likely to determine what happens next, possibly climb up, waste a few hours waiting for prey that never turns up, get that bit closer to starvation. Maybe even start to climb up, get surprised by some other monster that had the idea first, fight it at a disadvantage. Nevertheless, I shall give it a try.

There's no ambush awaiting me, but there are additional hunger penalties to be had if I spend 4 or more hours lurking without any prospective victims passing by. As luck would have it, I'm only up there for two hours before a party of adventurers comes by. Assorted rolls on tables determine the size and make-up of the party, but every new adventurer generated this way (including future encounters if I survive that long) is a little bit more powerful than the previous one, so the toughness of the adventure increases the longer it goes on.

As for this party, a male Rogue leads the way, armed with a spear and wearing no armour. Behind him come two Warriors, the man bearing a mitre and a shield, with a steel cap on his head, while the woman has full mail armour and wields a scythe. Bringing up the rear is an Elven Rogue, also equipped with a scythe, but wearing only leather armour. Neither Rogue knows any magic, which is a good thing for me, but also illustrates the problem I have with the character class: until they make enough money to start learning spells, they're just inferior Warriors, and considering how lethal most T&T adventures are, I can't see most Rogues surviving long enough to make use of their potential sorcerous capabilities.

The odds slightly favour the party, but if I can get in a lucky blow at the start and kill one of them straight off, that should give me the advantage. And maybe I miscalculated, because things go better for me than I expected. By the end of the third round, I've killed the Rogue with no armour, and though I haven't managed to penetrate the armour of any of his companions, seeing him die is enough to scare them into retreat. Slightly disappointingly, the dead Rogue has no valuables on him, but he's edible, and that spear is a better weapon than my claws. I just have the Dexterity required to wield it, so I'll be better equipped in my next fight.

Dragging the corpse back to my lair, I have a good meal. Since I took no damage in the fight, I get to increase my Constitution by 1 point. There's no need to rest just yet, so I go out in search of fresh victims. However, I haven't got very far before I am attacked myself.

My assailants turn out to be more adventurers. Only two this time: both Dwarven warriors, one with a poleaxe and leather armour, the other wielding a broadsword and wearing chainmail. Still, this duo presents a greater threat than the party of four I previously fought, and they inflict the first wound. I don't fancy my chances here, so even though flight will at best enable me to survive until my next, doubtless worse, battle, I'm still going to try and get away while I can.

Unexpectedly, they can't see in the dark (so how come I didn't spot their light source before they attacked me), and I have no trouble getting away from them. Rushing through the darkened tunnels, I wind up in the vicinity of another creature's lair, and creep in. This one is occupied, but at least whatever is in there is the first monster I've encountered: like the adventurers, the other creatures inhabiting these caverns get progressively more dangerous.

Unfortunately for me, I've blundered into the lair of a Liche. It only slightly outclasses me, but lucky rolls enable it to hit me three times before I can (and indeed must) run away. This time my flight takes me back to my own lair, so I think I'll see if resting will enable me to recover any health before I go out in search of tougher opponents. I know it would make more sense to seek easier prey, but the way this is structured, that just isn't an option.

Thanks to a good Luck roll, my slumbers are untroubled. However, it turns out that sleep can only restore Strength, not Constitution, so my rest leaves me no better off (except that I'm that bit further from any risk of fatigue-induced stat deterioration). Consequently, I need to head out and hope for some very favourable rolls the next time I encounter something hostile, as I need to eat even though I'm still some way away from triggering the hunger-based penalties.

Spotting another ledge suitable for ambushing, I climb up on it, but after a couple of hours nobody has come by, and I'm getting close to the point where I'll take starvation damage if I leave it for another hour, so I climb back down and start proactively searching for prey. I scent another lair, and have the good fortune to fail the Luck roll which determines whether or not the owner is at home. Yes, I have a fight ahead of me, but if I somehow survive, I should be able to eat.

This time I've found some Cave Lizards, which are nowhere near as dangerous as that Liche. Indeed, I slaughter them in a single round of battle. Somehow the Lizards have treasure - I'm assuming that they dragged the bodies of victims here to snack on, and there's money on some of the corpses. 300 coins, in fact. I take them and the dead Lizards back to my own lair, and eat them. The meal only restores a tiny fraction of what I lost in battle, but it does avert more serious Constitution loss, and by taking another nap straight afterwards, I get a small boost to my Strength, which will fractionally improve my chances in the next fight.

And back to the grind. Soon after leaving my lair, I see torchlight. Looks like more adventurers. I could do with the dice making it a lone human Rogue with no armour or magic and a rubbish weapon, but I doubt that I'll be that lucky.

I charge at the party, and have to roll against my Dexterity. I can see how that could make sense, but the consequences of my failing the roll are not 'you stumble and make yourself vulnerable to attack' but 'the adventurers are not intimidated', so a Charisma roll would have been more appropriate. And it would appear that I'm expected to have memorised the section number for determining the make-up of a party of adventurers, because I've not been directed there yet this encounter, but am now being asked about the presence of magic-users.

Having found the relevant section myself, I determine that I'm up against a lone Dwarf: a Warrior armed with a crossbow and a scythe, using just a shield and protective headgear for armour. The adventure appears to lack rules governing use of ranged weapons by hostile adventurers - if the Dwarf were a Wizard, he could fire a spell at me while I make my approach, but loosing a bolt from the crossbow is apparently beyond his capabilities.

The crossbow requiring two hands to operate, the Dwarf cannot use both it and the scythe against me simultaneously. Damage-wise, the crossbow is the superior weapon, but reloading it takes a round, which is a pretty serious disadvantage in a one-on-one fight. Most of the RPG players I know would, in a situation like this, try to use the crossbow in the first round of the fight and then switch to the scythe, vehemently dismissing the possibility that changing weapons mid-battle would in any way inconvenience their character, so I'll go with that scenario here. Or rather, I would, but even allowing the Dwarf to use his better weapon in the first round, I still purée him with one blow.

Despite allowing for encounters with lone adventurers, the adventure only covers two possible 'kill a foe' set-ups: kill one, scaring off the rest of the party, or massacre everyone and receive an experience point bonus. I guess I'll have to take the bonus, even though the 'magnificent slaughter' I just enacted wasn't actually that impressive. I also get to take the Dwarf's weapons (not sure if the crossbow will do me any good, but I can dual-wield the scythe and the spear I looted from the Rogue) and treasure (just 60 coins, but that still brings me a little closer to my target), and drag the corpse home for a meal and a snooze.

After waking, I go out again, and find another (or the same) stream. Will investigating upstream prove any more fulfilling than downstream? Well, it's less time-consuming, at least: I take slightly less than an hour to reach a waterfall. Side passages lead up and down, or I can check for hidden openings behind the waterfall. On this occasion there's only solid rock on the other side of the cascading water, so I must investigate a side passage.

The descending tunnel to the left has a section number that can't be reached from just outside my lair, so I check that out. It leads down to the shore of a massive black lake. Don't think I'll touch the water just yet, but I will explore further rather than turning back.

Unseen hostiles throw spears at me. Saving rolls determine that five of the seven spears thrown graze me, but even if my natural armour provides no protection, the damage done is still negligible. Then the mob of Goblins I have encountered charges to the attack with more spears. Weight of numbers, combined with the overly generous attribute increase for each Goblin after the first, and the lack of any escape option, leads to my death by attrition.

So, I failed. Hardly surprising, given that the author admits to never having won it himself during playtesting, and the principal other playtester proclaimed it 'too tough'. To be honest, this adventure has felt so uninspired that I've been hoping for a lethal encounter for some time, and now I'm free to reshelve TTDITW and play something more enjoyable.

Not the Territory

As Proteus 2, The Mines of Malagus, has just been reviewed at Gamebook Odyssey, and one of the biggest complaints in the review regarded the difficulty of mapping the eponymous mines, I thought I'd weigh in on the issue.

I agree that it's trickier to map than your average gamebook subterranean complex of tunnels, largely because of an authorial gimmick that adds to reader confusion and paragraph count. Whereas in, for example, The Warlock of Firetop Mountain's notorious Maze of Zagor, one particular T-junction is section 52, regardless of the direction from which you approached it, a similar junction in Mines has different section numbers based on which way you are going when you reach it. If you're going north, the junction is at 156, but if you're heading west, it's section 138, and it's 179 if you're travelling south. This, combined with the lack of any details of distance covered, makes it that bit harder to recognise when you're returning to a junction you've already been across.

Nevertheless, the layout is internally consistent, and can be mapped (which is more than can be said for the crimes against cartography perpetrated by some adventures). Back when I exhaustively played Mines in order to review it, I persisted with trying to map the place, and eventually produced this:

Doesn't look much like a mine, to be honest.

The adventure through which I am currently slogging for my next playthrough is unmappable by design (so much randomisation), which makes me that bit more appreciative of the fact that, while the author of Mines made mapping more challenging than necessary, they did at least play fair and create something that a sufficiently stubborn player could draw.

Life's Rich Demand Creates Supply in the Hand

The Fighting Fantasy playthrough contest I set up to celebrate the 40th anniversary of the launch of the series has entered its final phase. For the readers who enjoyed my earlier list of outcomes to the books I'd played by the time I posted about the challenge, here's how I fared in the remaining titles (leaving out the ones I have yet to play here). As before, adventures I won on this blog but failed this year are highlighted in blue, while yellow indicates success at an adventure I didn't beat here.

The Warlock of Firetop Mountain – Won
Deathtrap Dungeon – Killed by the second Flying Guardian (again)
Scorpion Swamp – Killed by leeches after assorted fights wore my Stamina down
The Seven Serpents – Killed by the Moon Serpent 
The Crown of Kings – Poisoned by a Mucalytic’s toxic breath
Temple of Terror – Missed one Dragon artefact, so the villain (who missed the other four of them, but obviously wasn't playing an adventure written by Ian Livingstone) succeeded in his quest and went on to wage war against my homeland
The Rings of Kether – A bureaucrat hit me on the head with a paperweight
The Dark Chronicles of Anakendis – Killed by the Astromancer
Appointment with F.E.A.R. – Was destroyed by lasers along with my home city for not knowing the date (seriously, I was in the right place at the right time, but since I didn't know which day it was, I failed to spot the villains and thwart their scheme)
Rogue Mage – Killed by the Scitalis
Deadline to Destruction – Cut the wrong wire while trying to defuse a bomb
Clash of the Princes: The Warrior’s Way – Killed by a Werewolf
Masks of Mayhem – Blundered into a chasm in the dark
Star Strider – Was forced to play Russian Roulette and got unlucky (again)
Midnight Rogue – Killed by an Ogre
Chasms of Malice – Something furry killed my cat and clawed my face off
Slaves of the Abyss – Got locked in a cell and never released
Daggers of Darkness – Trapped by rapidly thickening ice, suffocated and frozen
Dead of Night – Got a sharpened pendulum in the frontal lobe
Spectral Stalkers – Was electrocuted on a staircase after getting Fibonacci and prime numbers mixed up
The Crimson Tide – Imprisoned and tortured or worse by the king’s adviser
Siege of Sardath – Failed to spot the exit, and got killed by a Ghost I lacked the wherewithal to fight
Return to Firetop Mountain – Dematerialised by a Doppelganger
Night Dragon – Fake pilgrims cut my throat while I was sleeping
Knights of Doom – Killed by Mummers
Eye of the Dragon – Killed by Cyclops
Howl of the Werewolf – Killed by Werebear
Stormslayer – Killed by Naiads
Night of the Necromancer – Got trapped in the floor for not knowing how my usurper self-identifies
Prey of the Hunter – Won
Vengeance at Midnight – Killed by the last two of six criminals
Blood of the Zombies – Killed by Attack Dogs (but not while wearing a suit of armour this time)
Starhunt: Void Slavers – Killed by Sump Monster

To my surprise, a few people joined in more than two thirds of the way through the challenge, some of them expressing the hope that I'd run another one in 2023. I hadn't been planning on doing so, but since nobody else was willing to take up the baton, I've now organised a new one here, to start on January 1st. Learning from some of the things that proved awkward this year, I've made a few minor changes to the set-up, but in essence it's the same: play through one or two adventures a week, and see how you fare compared to other people attempting the same titles. It'll be interesting to see how much of a difference the amended rules make: even among those who played every week, there's a wide range of scores.

Best wishes for 2023 to all my readers.

Whichever I Choose, It Amounts to the Same

The adventure I'm currently playing is proving something of a slog, so to keep the blog ticking over, here are some tangential musings I've been intermittently working on this year.

A while back I found a post at the Gamebook Reviews blog which got me thinking about 'unlosable' gamebooks. I made a comment there, but subsequently it occurred to me to post something on the topic here because:

1. I thought of more to say.
2. Not that many people were likely to read a comment made on a blog post that was already months old.

In case anyone is unclear on what I mean by 'unlosable', this is nothing to do with gamebooks like Starship Traveller and the Virtual Reality Adventures series, where you can be certain of succeeding at the adventure so long as you take the correct route through the book. I'm talking about gamebooks that don't have any 'fail endings'.

There are different types of gamebook that fit into this category. For now I'm focusing on the books which only have one ending and one basic plot, which unfolds more or less the same way regardless of the decisions you make (though I do intend to waffle on about the other sort at a later date). 

The most basic examples of this would be the 'CYOA for toddlers' series Your First Adventure, a set of optimistically fatalistic micro-adventures with just one decision, both choices leading to the same favourable outcome. I'm too far removed from the mindset of pre-preschoolers to have any idea what sort of appeal such books would have to the target audience, but so much is said about young children's love of repetition, it wouldn't surprise me if most tots exposed to these books preferred making the same decision every time. Which, let's be honest, is good practice for a lot of the more 'one true path' gamebooks for older readers.

Today's youngsters may have encountered David Glover's Maths Quest gamebooks. Practically every decision in these is not a choice in the normal gamebook sense: instead, the reader is presented with a mathematical problem and a small selection of possible answers. Pick the correct answer, and you progress to the next stage of the adventure. Get it wrong, and there's trouble afoot. It's not the first time such a formula has been tried - the Be An Interplanetary Spy series had a bit more variety in the types of puzzle used, but essentially worked the same way. Except that in BAIS, getting it wrong usually meant death or some other form of failure. MQ, by contrast, hints at some terrible fate that is about to befall you, but then averts the threatened doom, usually via the intervention of the book's designated mystery sidekick. It's like Bullseye's evil twin - "Come and have a look at how you would have died."

There was a subsequent series of Maths Quest books by different authors, and similar books released under the History Quest and Science Quest banners, which went a step further. Pick a wrong answer, and the book just tells you why you didn't get it right, and sends you back to the question to try again. Not even a narrow escape, making these books rather less 'thrilling' than their blurbs assert them to be.

An earlier series of gamebooks that worked similarly to Maths/History/Science Quest was Martin Waddell's The Mystery Squad. Decisions were mostly puzzle-based, and getting a wrong answer led to your being told you were wrong (and often pelted with custard pies for your foolishness) and sent back to the puzzle section for another try. Still, those books did require the reader to keep track of how many times they got pied, and used that figure to rate the reader's performance at the end, so there were at least consequences to making mistakes in those books.

Much the same kind of rating system (using red herrings rather than custard pies) features in Mary Danby's The Famous Five and You books. It's a long time since I read any of the Enid Blyton books on which they're based, but the point (such as it is) of the gamebook adaptations appears to be to reproduce the original narrative as closely as possible. The first decision in the first book regards whether the children should travel by train or by car, and if you don't pick the 'right' one (determined, as far as I can tell, by what happened in Five on a Treasure Island), you get a redirect and a red herring. These books (yes, plural - there were apparently half a dozen of the things) aren't about finding new takes on 'classic' children's adventure stories, they're disguised trivia quizzes based for the most part on dull minutiae. I think I may have a new least favourite gamebook series here.

A not-so-obvious variant is Harry Harrison's misleadingly-named You Can Be the Stainless Steel Rat. Play it once, and it's a moderately entertaining adventure in which you're a rookie in the Special Corps, sent to a prison planet to find a certain mad scientist. Play it again, and you soon discover that the decisions you make are meaningless. For instance, at one point you get to take one of three weapons with you. Immediately afterwards, you encounter an opponent against whom the weapon you chose is of no use. The nature of that opponent varies depending on which weapon you picked, but the plot beat is always the same: you chose 'poorly', and get robbed as a consequence of not having selected the 'right' weapon. 

Almost every fork in the narrative is like this. Faced with a binary choice, one option leading to success, the other to disaster, your selection always takes you to the outcome the author has already chosen. And it's not just decisions. Flip a coin (renamed an amphisibenic bipolar determinator in the text because jargon) to determine who wins a contest - the result for heads is identical to that for tails. When captured by the Star Beast, your freedom depending on how well you answer its riddles, wrong answers leave you no worse off than correct ones.

There are a couple of sort-of exceptions, where picking one option leads to being told something like, 'No, doing that would be stupid and doom you. Go back and choose the alternative course of action, you idiot,' but that's not exactly an improvement. The book's interactivity is illusory, and the decisions you make are irrelevant.

Most of the Back to the Future mini-gamebooks given away with breakfast cereal in the mid-1980s are similarly railroady. Follow the course of events that played out in the film, or don't - you end up in the same place regardless. Except for in the second and sixth 'books' in the series.

I only ever read book 2 once, decades ago, so I don't remember it clearly, but I do know that it makes it possible to avoid causing the paradox on which the movie's plot hinges, at which point the gamebook narrative rather fizzles out because the author didn't have the space to develop the concept. Book 6 has more diversity of outcomes, but in the end they all boil down to either a variant of what happened on screen, or words to the effect of, 'Oh well, you have a time machine. Better go back to the start and try again.' Obviously there are limits to how much you can do for a cereal packet freebie, but there are other examples that provided more challenging adventures over breakfast. 

Three Men in a Maze, published as part of the Tracker Books series, is a slightly different sort of interactive adaptation of a novel, based on an anecdote from Jerome K. Jerome's Three Men in a Boat. As a textual simulation of what it's like to get lost in Hampton Court Maze under the guidance of a buffoon who thinks he's a lot smarter than he is, it's not bad, but you'd probably derive more entertainment from reading the book on which it's based.

I shan't say much about the pseudonymous Jak Shadow's F.E.A.R. Adventures, as I've already played most of them on this blog. Still, they merit a mention here. As in the Glover Maths Quest books, you can make 'bad' decisions, but never actually face the consequences of your 'error'. Instead you get sent back to the start to try again - which I consider a failure, hence my covering them in the blog, but the books themselves shy away from demoralising their readers with that f-word. Instead, they demoralise you by disregarding logic and reality, and punishing sensible decisions, but I've ranted about that elsewhere.

I never really got into Bantam Books' Time Machine series, but given that it lasted for over 20 books, it must have found a decent audience. In any case, at least some of them merit a mention here, though they're a bit of a special case. As I understand it, the point of these books is to find the chain of decisions that leads to the ending, with poor choices causing you to loop back to an earlier point in the narrative. That might make them sound like the F.E.A.R. Adventures, but while F.E.A.R. uses the looping back to cop out of having the viewpoint character come to any harm, Time Machine is more like attempting to navigate a textual maze (only with options more varied than choosing a direction at each junction).

Well, that's how the earlier ones work, at least. Reviews suggest that there are also books in the series where progress towards victory is inevitable regardless of the choices made, and a couple in which it's possible to get trapped in a loop on account of having chosen the wrong item at the outset. So, not every entry in the series is 'unlosable', though the exceptions may be that way owing to authorial or editorial errors rather than a deliberate change from the norm.

Anyway, those (and arguably the Marvel Super Heroes book that helped inspire this post) are all of the 'reach the same victory ending no matter what you do' gamebooks of which I am aware. Readers are welcome to mention any I've missed, correct errors, or just make their views on the subject known. But please don't say anything about 'unlosable' gamebooks with a variety of different plotlines and/or endings, as I'll be covering those in a separate blog entry.

The Vultures Circle Overhead and Pray for My Demise

I explained how I acquired the first four of Tracey Turner's Lost gamebooks in my playthrough of the first one. One thing I didn't mention about Lost in the Jungle of Doom was that it ended with a brief teaser for the second book, Lost in the Desert of Dread. The teaser vaguely implies continuity of character between the books, but the scene-setting passage in Desert makes no mention of my having previously wound up stranded in a jungle, so I could be playing a different individual. It's not that big a deal, but if this were explicitly the same person every time, by about the fourth book I'd expect my character to have been blacklisted by travel agents and transport providers worldwide.

Anyway, I'm in the Sahara Desert. I hadn't realised how massive it is until I saw the map of Africa at the start of the book. Just... wow.

I was on a camel safari, but became separated from the rest of the party during a sandstorm. Exactly what happened after that is a bit vague, but the adventure starts as I wake and throw off the sand-covered blanket under which I was lying. It's day, it's hot, I can see a vulture overhead, and I need to find help. Having been one of the group's water carriers, I have a few bottles of the stuff with me, but they'll only provide what I need for a day or two. Other useful possessions include a spade, matches, an aluminium mess tin, sensible clothing, and sun cream. 

As in the previous book, the intro is followed by a little information about the environment in which I find myself and some of the perils I am liable to face there, followed by a short list of survival tips. Amusingly, the list concludes by pointing out that in circumstances similar to my character's, the best option is probably staying put, doing what you can to attract attention, and waiting to be rescued, and then goes on to ask, "But where's the fun in that?"

So, do I immediately start searching for water, or wait in what little shelter from the sun is available, and travel when it's cooler? A look at the water consumption chart near the back of the book reveals that, depending on the temperature, exertion could potentially double the amount I need to drink, so I'll rest in the shade for a while. That does require me to find shade first, but I can see some boulders up on a ridge, and what could be a building a bit further away. The sidebar on finding shelter mentions that there are some abandoned buildings in the Sahara, so I'll investigate that.

It turns out to be a partially-collapsed mud hut, but the part that's still standing provides the shelter I need for today. Towards sundown, noises alert me to the proximity of a pack of jackals, apparently feeding on something dead. I have the option of trying to scare them off and seeing if I can scavenge any food from the corpse, but that seems a bad idea for a multitude of reasons. The jackals could turn on me, chasing them off will involve a fair bit of exertion even if they don't attack, and the book's already warned me more than once that eating will increase my need for water, so I'm probably better off going hungry for a while.

As I rather fortuitously have an analogue wristwatch, I can use it as a crude compass. The book explains how to do so (and lists some alternate options for people who've gone digital), but the text describing my actions doesn't follow quite the same procedure, and the accompanying illustration doesn't match either (unless the face is askew so that the 12 is not at the top). Based on where I was when we entered the desert, I need to go south or southwest, but working out which direction is which gets that bit more complicated when I'm pointing the wrong part of the face at the setting sun and the picture seems not to even be showing that.

Well, I know that in this hemisphere the sun sets in the west, so if I'm pointing the 12 at the setting sun, south should be in the direction of the 9, right? The book gives me the option of heading in the direction of the 6, 9 or 10, so I think I should go for one of the latter two. I'll go with 9. This takes me across an arid plain towards some sand dunes, which doesn't look massively promising, but depending on how deep into the desert I was when I got lost, there could be a lot of inhospitable terrain even on the best route out.

I've been walking for a while when a hissing sound brings me to a halt. There's a snake on the ground close by. Perhaps more dangerously to me as a reader, the body of the paragraph and the choices available don't entirely match up. There's a not insignificant difference between 'ignore' and 'step around', and 'back away' isn't the same as 'run away'. A sudden movement could startle the snake into attacking, so I try being more cautious - and that's the wrong thing to do. The saw-scaled viper bites me in the ankle, and its venom proves painfully lethal owing to the lack of medical facilities in the vicinity.

A not-so-convenient sidebar across the page from the section describing my death says enough about the temperament and behaviour of the species to make it obvious what I should have done and why (the snake was warning me away, so I needed to back off), but it's too late for that information to do my character any good.

I had a couple more goes at this book between making the failed attempt outlined above and posting this entry. Though I took a slightly different route second time round, I still wound up encountering that saw-scaled viper, but at least by then I knew the appropriate course of action. At every other point where I had to make a choice, the more sensible-seeming option (often suggested or backed up by advice given earlier in the book) had a non-lethal outcome, and I made it to an oasis and civilisation.

My third try suggested that non-suicidal routes through the book might converge in a manner which makes it impossible to win without passing through the 'using the watch as a compass' sequence and the run-in with the snake. If so, it's a pity that the unnecessarily confusing bit and the part where important information is withheld until after the reader could have used it to avert death are unavoidable, but most of the time the book does seem to be playing fair. Not quite up to the standard of the first book in the series, but still pretty good overall.