Making the Best, continued
Oct. 20th, 2005 11:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
avevale_intelligencerI picked up my trusty lever, strode down to the dock and started hammering away at the door to the fore-chamber. Half an hour later I packed it in. I ached all over, my hands were blistered and the door was barely dented.
I'm pretty convinced that there's something in there. A way into the tunnels, maybe, or a clue or something. I may be deluding myself. I am not the Stranger, and this is not Myst as he or she knew it. No-one has set this puzzle up for me to solve--if anything, the opposite is true. I am meant to fail here. To grow old and die, futilely scrabbling at unresponsive switches and locked doors and bricked-up openings, trying to give life back to a corpse.
Well, all right. If that's what it takes. There's lightning enough. I haven't given up on those kites yet.
I had another bash a bit later, and I think given a week's concerted hammering I might get through that door. It certainly won't open any other way. On that basis I had a meal, came back to Stoneship and went to bed. I am now stiff as a plank, but quite eager to get back to work.
What was I saying? Oh yes. Puzzling thing about the D'ni, their obsession with puzzling. Consider. You want to keep a Book safe, what do you do? Put it in a big metal box with a lock that only has two keys, give one to your beloved and keep the other yourself? No, you stick it in a room in a ship and then sink the ship, but fix it so that it comes up again when someone follows a certain set of clues. Does that seem a trifle over-complicated to you? Was it all of them, or just Atrus and his kin? They obviously weren't serious about burglar-proofing the Books, or the locked-box approach would have commended itself as simple, efficient and economical to boot. I'm sure Atrus could have come up with a key pattern no picklock could duplicate. Mind you, two of them are safe enough now, with the power off.
Don't suppose I'll ever know, anyway.
Later.--I'm through. I'm so tired I can barely see, I'm soaked through again and my hands are bleeding quite a lot, but I've made a hole the size of my arm and I can see the passage through it. And there are lights at the end. Something on this frodding island still works.
A tin opener would be favourite right now, but alas, I shall just have to keep bashing. Thank gods for the weak spot or whatever it was I found in the door. First of all I'm going to wrap up these hands before I catch something exotic from the rusty edges.
I wonder if whoever reads this will know what I'm going on about. Will the secrets of the D'ni be common knowledge by the time someone links through to this island and finds my bones? Or will I simply be an anonymous lunatic, raving about magic books and alien creatures on a remote island somewhere?
I'm longing for dry clothes and a warm bed to die in, but I'm going to keep going till i've widened the hole enough to get through. Here we go again...
I'm pretty convinced that there's something in there. A way into the tunnels, maybe, or a clue or something. I may be deluding myself. I am not the Stranger, and this is not Myst as he or she knew it. No-one has set this puzzle up for me to solve--if anything, the opposite is true. I am meant to fail here. To grow old and die, futilely scrabbling at unresponsive switches and locked doors and bricked-up openings, trying to give life back to a corpse.
Well, all right. If that's what it takes. There's lightning enough. I haven't given up on those kites yet.
I had another bash a bit later, and I think given a week's concerted hammering I might get through that door. It certainly won't open any other way. On that basis I had a meal, came back to Stoneship and went to bed. I am now stiff as a plank, but quite eager to get back to work.
What was I saying? Oh yes. Puzzling thing about the D'ni, their obsession with puzzling. Consider. You want to keep a Book safe, what do you do? Put it in a big metal box with a lock that only has two keys, give one to your beloved and keep the other yourself? No, you stick it in a room in a ship and then sink the ship, but fix it so that it comes up again when someone follows a certain set of clues. Does that seem a trifle over-complicated to you? Was it all of them, or just Atrus and his kin? They obviously weren't serious about burglar-proofing the Books, or the locked-box approach would have commended itself as simple, efficient and economical to boot. I'm sure Atrus could have come up with a key pattern no picklock could duplicate. Mind you, two of them are safe enough now, with the power off.
Don't suppose I'll ever know, anyway.
Later.--I'm through. I'm so tired I can barely see, I'm soaked through again and my hands are bleeding quite a lot, but I've made a hole the size of my arm and I can see the passage through it. And there are lights at the end. Something on this frodding island still works.
A tin opener would be favourite right now, but alas, I shall just have to keep bashing. Thank gods for the weak spot or whatever it was I found in the door. First of all I'm going to wrap up these hands before I catch something exotic from the rusty edges.
I wonder if whoever reads this will know what I'm going on about. Will the secrets of the D'ni be common knowledge by the time someone links through to this island and finds my bones? Or will I simply be an anonymous lunatic, raving about magic books and alien creatures on a remote island somewhere?
I'm longing for dry clothes and a warm bed to die in, but I'm going to keep going till i've widened the hole enough to get through. Here we go again...
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Date: 2005-10-22 01:23 pm (UTC)This is great Zander - I finally decided to have a read.
I hadn't actually seen the trailer of MystV, but after your comment on Jahura's blog, I had a look at it and the whole of your story so far.
Keep'em coming please :D