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Theater of Dionysus 416 BC
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The Cheese-makers
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An Interactive Fiction by Phrynichus
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Release 1 / Serial number 150512 / Inform 7 build 6M22 (I6/v6.33 lib 6/12N) SD
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Theater of Dionysus
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The usual audience looks on: the priests and judges in the front row, and then Athenians, metics, and foreigners.
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> > Theater of Dionysus 416 BC
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(Testing.)
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>[1] ask audience about me
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(To communicate in The Cheese-makers, TALK TO a character.)
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>[2] tell audience about me
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(To communicate in The Cheese-makers, TALK TO a character.)
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>[3] audience, hello
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(To communicate in The Cheese-makers, TALK TO a character.)
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>[4] audience, jump
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(To communicate in The Cheese-makers, TALK TO a character.)
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>[5] talk to me
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There will be plenty of occasion for muttered asides later in the play, but for now you must prepare the audience for things to come.
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>[6] talk to audience
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Drawing breath, you turn to the audience, and offer them a genial, witty, colorful, and of course crude synopsis of what they are about to see; describing all the characters in unmistakable terms and not omitting the most important of them all, your august self.
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The chorus now begins its entry, accompanying with anapestic song its march up the eisodos.
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>[7] g
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You may only direct monologues to the audience when the other actors are off-stage. Otherwise, their characters might have to notice.
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The chorus draws nearer, stomping and clomping and swinging their baskets of cheese.
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>[8] talk to chorus
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Sssh: this moment belongs to the chorus. They've worked so hard on it, after all.
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You stand aside as the chorus fills the orchestra and dances to and fro.
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>[9] look
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Theater of Dionysus
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The chorus are dancing and singing their way into position in the orchestra. The audience appear to be pricing their costumes to the nearest obol: woe to the producer who cheats them of their due share of spectacle.
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The tune of the aulos-player grows more and more frenzied and then breaks off.
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The chorus falls silent, which is the cue: Heracles bursts out of the scene building.
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>[10] x heracles
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Hard to mistake in his lion skin and boots, and carrying a formidable club.
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With a fart and a roar, Heracles asks the world at large, and you in particular, where his dinner might be.
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>[11] talk to me
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"By the dog, he'll eat me if he gets a chance," you mutter aside.
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"What's that you say, my ignoble friend?" demands Heracles, hefting his club. He's not entirely joking: you've left the script just now.
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>[12] talk to audience
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You may only direct monologues to the audience when the other actors are off-stage. Otherwise, their characters might have to notice.
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>[13] z
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Time passes.
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In epic diction, Heracles invites the dairy-mistresses, whey-matrons, and concubines of curd to supply him a supper from their ample baskets.
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>[14] look
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Theater of Dionysus
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Heracles stands at the center of the orchestra, with members of the chorus ranged on either side.
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The audience appear to be reserving their judgement, though they show signs of restiveness at the usual jokes: must there be a Heracles in every play?
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Heracles and the chorus banter about the proclivities of cheese-wives. The chorus suggest that Heracles, as a son of Zeus, must know something about the appetites of which they speak.
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>[15] talk to heracles
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"Dear Heracles, friendly Heracles," you begin, cringing out of the way as he responds with one of his affectionate ox-killing punches to the shoulder.
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But Heracles falls still, and looks almost thoughtful, as tell him you know how he may rout the Spartans, woo all twenty-four lactic ladies, and tame his savage gut with a bathtubful of porridge.
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"Speak on, little man," he says.
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>[16] g
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It takes several exchanges for him to wrap his one-inch brain around your ten-inch plan; but in the end he embraces the scheme, the women, and your humble self.
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That, of course, is your cue: you're to come back on as Pan thirty verses from now, and it takes time to put on the hooves and the woolly-legged trousers.
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*** You exit ***
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Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT or UNDO the last command?
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