(display:'species')
<!--$species-->
(display:'abracadabra')
(after:4s)[=
[What happened?]<c1|
|hidden)[My spell has transformed you into a $species with bright $color eyes.
(text-color:'magenta')[Didn't you want to be a $species?]
[[Why yes, it's what I've always wanted!|journey]]
[[No, but I suppose I'm fine with it.|journey]]
[[No, let me choose another critter.|Choices]]
(link: "No, turn me into something else.")[(set: $species to 0) (go-to:"magictrick")]
[[Actually I'd prefer to remain a human, thanks.|Human]]
]
(click: ?c1)[(show:?hidden)](display:'species')
You make such an excellent $species
(after: 1s)+(text-rotate-x:37)+(text-rotate-z:328)[ $species]
(after:2s)+(text-rotate-z:29)[$species]
Wait a minute, my little $species, it looks like there's a message for us here:
(link:"Read it")[=
(box:"X", 2)[(b4r:"groove")+(b4r-colour:red,red,red,red)[FOLLOW THE PATH AND YOU WILL ENCOUNTER WONDERS UNTOLD.]]
What do you think? Shall we follow it?
(link:"Follow")[=
After following along for a spell, there's a fork. Which way should we go?
Turn [[left]] or turn [[right]]
(text-style:"subscript","buoy")[I'm [[lost]]](display: 'species') Poor little $species, have you lost your way?
Go [[Home]]
Go on a [[journey]]
Do a [[Magic Trick|magictrick]]
Make some [[choices|Choices]]
See the [[menagerie]]
Take a [[test]]
Read (link:"Poetry")[
[[The Tyger]]
[[Jubilate Agno|jubilate]]
[[To Flush, My Dog|Flush]]
[[The Animal]]]
(display:"Footer")
I'd like to get to know you a little better if we're going to be spending so much time together.
What's your favorite type of critter? (input:2bind $species,"=XX=","animal")
What's your favorite color? (input:2bind $color,"=XX=","blue")
Let's do some magic!
[[OK|magictrick]]
(set: $species to 'HUMAN', $color to 'dishwater')
Ok, fine, yeesh.
(display: "abracadabra")
(after:4s)[=
My spell has transformed you into a $species with dull $color eyes.
Humans are boring. Shall we continue on our [[journey]]?
(dialog:'Hello, my friends, let us interpret some text')
# Interpretations
Rather than blithely following a narrative, you choose to make your own meaning. Congratulations! Let's practice some textual exegesis together, shall we? Starting with a poem:
[[The Tyger]]
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(display: 'menagerie')(enchant:?page,(bg:#6a07ab))
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# The Tyger
by Wiliam Blake
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat.
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?]
---
Powerful stuff, huh?
Why don't you share your [[thoughts]]?
First, let's make it more [[relatable]](enchant:?page,(bg:red))
(display:"species")
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# The $species
by Wiliam Blake
$species $species, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat.
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the (either: "Sloth", "Goldfish", "Slug", "Ocelot") make thee?
$species $species burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?]
# Dashboard
* Seing if Twine works well with markdown
* How easy is it to include external links?
* Maybe it's just modified syntax - asterisks instead of other things
## Resources
* <a href="https://twine2.neocities.org/">Harlowe documentation</a>
* Twine Cookbook: https://twinery.org/cookbook/
### Brain dump
0. Twine functionality as a basic website builder
0. Isn't someone going to make an obsidian modification that is like Twine?
0. Could we just write everything in Markdown and would that make easier.
0. Your Text Here
0. Do I have to start with Zero?
0. No, I have to use zero every time
0. Is this form older than Markdown?
==>
(font:'Helvetica')[(text-colour:cyan)[ [[Critters|Home]]] [[Lost|lost]] ]# Critters
(text-style:"fade-in-out")[WELCOME]
To begin with, we are here. I don't know what to do.
(after:2s) [What do you want to do?
(after: time+2s) [I guess it's my party, so I will come up with a slate of activities.
(after: time + 2s) [ Ok. How about if I ask you a couple of questions?
Shall we [[proceed|Choices]]?
]
]
]
==>
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---
Created by the McGrurry Menagerie]# Your response
(set: $comments to "")
(input-box:2bind $comments,"X")
[OK]<c3|
|c4)[(if:$comments is "")[
Don't you want to share your thoughts? (link:"Yes")[(hide:?c4)]
](else: )[That's a great point! I also think $comments.
I'm so glad that we agree.
]
]
(click-rerun:?c3)[(show:?c4)]
(set: $name to (prompt: [Your name, please:], "Frances Spayne", "Don't care", "Confirm"))
(display:"abracadabra")
(after:4s)[=
[What happened?]<c1|
|hidden)[]
(click: ?c1)[(show:?hidden)]
(after:1s)+ (text-rotate-x:37)+(text-rotate-z:328)[Abracadabra]
(after:2s)+(text-rotate-x:37)+(text-rotate-z:296)[ABRACADABRA]
(after:3s)+(text-rotate-z:29)[Abracadabra]# Menagerie
I'd like to introduce you to some cute animals.
<img src="https://alicetmcgrath.com/pets/spock.JPG" width="300">
[[Cat]]
<img src="https://alicetmcgrath.com/pets/angel.jpg" width="300">
[[Dog]]
<img src="https://alicemcgrath.digital.brynmawr.edu/simple-site/images/janeway.jpg" width="300">
[[Axolotl]]
Which one is your favorite?Cats are wonderful
<img src="https://alicetmcgrath.com/pets/spock.JPG" width="300">
Don't you agree? Let's read some feline poetry.
(link:"Jubilate Agno")[(display:'jubilate')]
(link:"The Cat")[(set: $animal to 'Cat')(display:"The Animal")]
(append: ?SideBar)+(text-rotate-z:90)[ Cats ]
Dogs are wonderful
<img src="https://alicetmcgrath.com/pets/angel.jpg" width="300">
Don't you agree? Let's read some canine poetry
(link: "To Flush, My Dog")[(display: "Flush")]
(link:"The Dog")[(set: $animal to 'Dog')(display:"The Animal")]
(append: ?SideBar)+(text-rotate-z:90)[ Dogs ]
(if: $species is 0)[
(set: $species to (either: "Capybara", "Wolf", "Giraffe", "Elephant", "Rhinocerous", "Tapir", "Aardvark", "Axolotl", "Lion", "Fox"))]
(if: $color is 0)[
(set: $color to (either: "periwinkle", "puce", "chartreuse", "chiffon", "lime green", "neon yellow", "violet"))]
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## To Flush, My Dog
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Loving friend, the gift of one,
Who, her own true faith, hath run,
Through thy lower nature;
Be my benediction said
With my hand upon thy head,
Gentle fellow-creature!
Like a lady’s ringlets brown,
Flow thy silken ears adown
Either side demurely,
Of thy silver-suited breast
Shining out from all the rest
Of thy body purely.
Darkly brown thy body is,
Till the sunshine, striking this,
Alchemize its dulness, —
When the sleek curls manifold
Flash all over into gold,
With a burnished fulness.
Underneath my stroking hand,
Startled eyes of hazel bland
Kindling, growing larger, —
Up thou leapest with a spring,
Full of prank and curvetting,
Leaping like a charger.
Leap! thy broad tail waves a light;
Leap! thy slender feet are bright,
Canopied in fringes.
Leap — those tasselled ears of thine
Flicker strangely, fair and fine,
Down their golden inches
Yet, my pretty sportive friend,
Little is ’t to such an end
That I praise thy rareness!
Other dogs may be thy peers
Haply in these drooping ears,
And this glossy fairness.
But of thee it shall be said,
This dog watched beside a bed
Day and night unweary, —
Watched within a curtained room,
Where no sunbeam brake the gloom
Round the sick and dreary.
Roses, gathered for a vase,
In that chamber died apace,
Beam and breeze resigning —
This dog only, waited on,
Knowing that when light is gone,
Love remains for shining.
Other dogs in thymy dew
Tracked the hares and followed through
Sunny moor or meadow —
This dog only, crept and crept
Next a languid cheek that slept,
Sharing in the shadow.
Other dogs of loyal cheer
Bounded at the whistle clear,
Up the woodside hieing —
This dog only, watched in reach
Of a faintly uttered speech,
Or a louder sighing.
And if one or two quick tears
Dropped upon his glossy ears,
Or a sigh came double, —
Up he sprang in eager haste,
Fawning, fondling, breathing fast,
In a tender trouble.
And this dog was satisfied,
If a pale thin hand would glide,
Down his dewlaps sloping, —
Which he pushed his nose within,
After, — platforming his chin
On the palm left open.
This dog, if a friendly voice
Call him now to blyther choice
Than such chamber-keeping,
“Come out!” praying from the door, —
Presseth backward as before,
Up against me leaping.
Therefore to this dog will I,
Tenderly not scornfully,
Render praise and favour!
With my hand upon his head,
Is my benediction said
Therefore, and for ever.
And because he loves me so,
Better than his kind will do
Often, man or woman,
Give I back more love again
Than dogs often take of men, —
Leaning from my Human.
Blessings on thee, dog of mine,
Pretty collars make thee fine,
Sugared milk make fat thee!
Pleasures wag on in thy tail —
Hands of gentle motion fail
Nevermore, to pat thee!
Downy pillow take thy head,
Silken coverlid bestead,
Sunshine help thy sleeping!
No fly’s buzzing wake thee up —
No man break thy purple cup,
Set for drinking deep in.
Whiskered cats arointed flee —
Sturdy stoppers keep from thee
Cologne distillations;
Nuts lie in thy path for stones,
And thy feast-day macaroons
Turn to daily rations!
Mock I thee, in wishing weal ? —
Tears are in my eyes to feel
Thou art made so straightly,
Blessing needs must straighten too, —
Little canst thou joy or do,
Thou who lovest greatly.
Yet be blessed to the height
Of all good and all delight
Pervious to thy nature, —
Only loved beyond that line,
With a love that answers thine,
Loving fellow-creature!
]
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## from *Jubilate Agno*
By Christopher Smart
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.
For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.
For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in his way.
For this is done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant quickness.
For then he leaps up to catch the musk, which is the blessing of God upon his prayer.
For he rolls upon prank to work it in.
For having done duty and received blessing he begins to consider himself.
For this he performs in ten degrees.
For first he looks upon his forepaws to see if they are clean.
For secondly he kicks up behind to clear away there.
For thirdly he works it upon stretch with the forepaws extended.
For fourthly he sharpens his paws by wood.
For fifthly he washes himself.
For sixthly he rolls upon wash.
For seventhly he fleas himself, that he may not be interrupted upon the beat.
For eighthly he rubs himself against a post.
For ninthly he looks up for his instructions.
For tenthly he goes in quest of food.
For having consider'd God and himself he will consider his neighbour.
For if he meets another cat he will kiss her in kindness.
For when he takes his prey he plays with it to give it a chance.
For one mouse in seven escapes by his dallying.
For when his day's work is done his business more properly begins.
For he keeps the Lord's watch in the night against the adversary.
For he counteracts the powers of darkness by his electrical skin and glaring eyes.
For he counteracts the Devil, who is death, by brisking about the life.
For in his morning orisons he loves the sun and the sun loves him.
For he is of the tribe of Tiger.
For the Cherub Cat is a term of the Angel Tiger.
For he has the subtlety and hissing of a serpent, which in goodness he suppresses.
For he will not do destruction, if he is well-fed, neither will he spit without provocation.
For he purrs in thankfulness, when God tells him he's a good Cat.
For he is an instrument for the children to learn benevolence upon.
For every house is incomplete without him and a blessing is lacking in the spirit.
For the Lord commanded Moses concerning the cats at the departure of the Children of Israel from Egypt.
For every family had one cat at least in the bag.
For the English Cats are the best in Europe.
For he is the cleanest in the use of his forepaws of any quadruped.
For the dexterity of his defence is an instance of the love of God to him exceedingly.
For he is the quickest to his mark of any creature.
For he is tenacious of his point.
For he is a mixture of gravity and waggery.
For he knows that God is his Saviour.
For there is nothing sweeter than his peace when at rest.
For there is nothing brisker than his life when in motion.
For he is of the Lord's poor and so indeed is he called by benevolence perpetually—Poor Jeoffry! poor Jeoffry! the rat has bit thy throat.
For I bless the name of the Lord Jesus that Jeoffry is better.
For the divine spirit comes about his body to sustain it in complete cat.
For his tongue is exceeding pure so that it has in purity what it wants in music.
For he is docile and can learn certain things.
For he can set up with gravity which is patience upon approbation.
For he can fetch and carry, which is patience in employment.
For he can jump over a stick which is patience upon proof positive.
For he can spraggle upon waggle at the word of command.
For he can jump from an eminence into his master's bosom.
For he can catch the cork and toss it again.
For he is hated by the hypocrite and miser.
For the former is afraid of detection.
For the latter refuses the charge.
For he camels his back to bear the first notion of business.
For he is good to think on, if a man would express himself neatly.
For he made a great figure in Egypt for his signal services.
For he killed the Ichneumon-rat very pernicious by land.
For his ears are so acute that they sting again.
For from this proceeds the passing quickness of his attention.
For by stroking of him I have found out electricity.
For I perceived God's light about him both wax and fire.
For the Electrical fire is the spiritual substance, which God sends from heaven to sustain the bodies both of man and beast.
For God has blessed him in the variety of his movements.
For, tho he cannot fly, he is an excellent clamberer.
For his motions upon the face of the earth are more than any other quadruped.
For he can tread to all the measures upon the music.
For he can swim for life.
For he can creep.
]
Source: <a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45173/jubilate-agno">Poetry Foundation</a>Axolotls are wonderful
<img src="https://alicemcgrath.digital.brynmawr.edu/simple-site/images/janeway.jpg" width="300">
Don't you agree? Let's read some poetry about Axolotls.
(link:"The Axolotl")[(set: $animal to 'Axolotl')(display:"The Animal")](display: "species")(if: $animal is 0)[(set: $animal to $species)]
(enchant:?page,(bg:red))(font:"Arial")[
# The $animal
by Wiliam Blake
$animal $animal, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat.
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the (either: "Sloth", "Goldfish", "Slug", "Ocelot") make thee?
$animal $animal burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?]