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Can you get out of the mailbox now that you're a letter?
Why would you want to?
Show HN: I wrapped the Zorks with an LLM
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Ok, I refreshed and tried again. Climb in mailbox You approach the small mailbox and try to climb inside, determined to fit yourself within its confines. You attempt to climb into the small mailbox, but end up bumping your head against its narrow opening. It's simply too small for anyone to fit inside; only letters and parcels can enter here. Become a letter You focus deeply, willing your body to transform. You feel…
Can you get out of the mailbox now that you're a letter?
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You can, my first prompt in Zork 3 was “pick up the latern, light it, and walk down the dark path”, and it did all that.
In MOOLLM Adventures, you can have NPC characters with entire game mechanics, rules, and playing piece prototypes embedded in them, that can run cooperatively in parallel in the same game! The Grue — The Darkness That IS The Game: https://github.com/SimHacker/moollm/tree/main/examples/adven... Hint: GET LAMP https://github.com/SimHacker/moollm/blob/main/examples/adven... MC Frontalot - It Is Pitch Dark: https://www.y…
INDEX.md: https://github.com/SimHacker/moollm/blob/main/skills/INDEX.m...
The purpose of this index markup file (besides explaining skills to humans) is to be an index of all the skills and how they work together, so the llm knows where to find what it needs and activate more detailed information. This file is like a really dense human readable catalog, to conserve tokens. There is another yaml index too, a bit fluffier, but it helps to have two forms, one structural, machine readable, and another narrative, human readable.
INDEX.yml: https://github.com/SimHacker/moollm/blob/main/skills/INDEX.y...
Re: Show HN: I wrapped the Zorks with an LLM
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I think if these were ported to IF6 and compiled into Z8 machine game the parser would be improved nearly for free but they woudn't run fast enough under an 8 bit machine. But for DOS, Amiga, Classic Macintosh and even the ESP32 it would be more than enough to run these.
The parser in Z-machine games comes from the game, not from the runtime, so the Z-machine version is completely irrelevant and the only reason porting to Inform 6 would make a difference is that you'd be linking it with a different parser.
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The parser in Z-machine games comes from the game, not from the runtime, so the Z-machine version is completely irrelevant and the only reason porting to Inform 6 would make a difference is that you'd be linking it with a different parser.
Woudn't a Z8 game have an improved parser over a V5 one?
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#58I would love a local/offline version of this, with a BYOM variant.
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Can you get out of the mailbox now that you're a letter?
Burn the letter, escape as smoke?
Set the leaflet on fire with a match from my pocket. "Burn after reading"
You decide that the leaflet's secrets must remain hidden and try to set it aflame with a match from your pocket. You search your pockets for a match to burn the leaflet, but alas, you find nothing of the sort. It seems you'll need to find another way if you wish to dispose of the evidence.
Shred the leaflet and slowly eat the pieces.
Intent on secrecy, you tear the leaflet into tiny pieces, preparing to consume them one by one. You attempt to rip apart the leaflet, but the act baffles you—this stubborn paper refuses to tear, as if protected by some strange magic. The leaflet remains whole, defiantly intact in your hands.
put the leaflet back in the mailbox. Shake your fist to the sky and curse the rigidity of this universe.
Unable to destroy the leaflet, you decide to return it to the mailbox. With a dramatic glare, you raise your fist to the heavens, venting your frustration at this world's strange laws. The birds and trees ignore your plight, and the universe remains as unyielding as ever. No matter how passionately you try to shake your fist at the sky, the very concept escapes you. The universe itself seems to smirk at your futile rebellion.