A brief visual glimpse into my voyage through Le HLM Maudit by J. M. Menassanch
The wiener dog wouldn’t let me FREE the traffic cop, but I am able to carry him around while he is still bound in heavy chains with his ticket book jammed in his mouth. The mental image is quite hilarious. 
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For some reason I was able to GET the western door, easily passing into the connecting room without having to ATTACK it or look for a key. Perhaps someone forgot to attach the hinges? At least the traffic cop now has a better seat as I carry him. 
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Ah… Long awkward monster names that wrap around the screen. Now that brings about that pure Classic Eamon feeling.
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Complimentary long awkward artifact names to compliment the monsters mentioned above. Somehow the poor punk rock girl’s “canister of tear gas” transformed into pepper spray around the same time the dachshund dropped my broom which he somehow carried around for most of the game...
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At last! I have now taken ownership lively non-stick stove that was the best friend the poor neurotic cook ever had...[]{style=”font-weight: bold;”}
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Egad, it seems everything and everyone in this adventure is dark, dirty and depraved! Is this tenement located in Interzone?
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Having explored every room and found every monster and artifact, I take a final INVENTORY before exiting. I like to visualize all of this stuff stacked up like a Scooby-Doo styled giant cartoon sandwich.[]{style=”font-weight: bold;”}
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Oops, I thought that there were 3 inventory screens, but it seems I saved the same one twice. I’m leaving it here because I already formatted all of the tables for this page and I don’t feel like editing HTML anymore. Hey, at least the background is different...[]{style=”font-weight: bold;”}
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The 2nd (and erroneously misnamed as 3rd) INVENTORY screen. Amidst the can of N/A beer, traffic cop, two automobiles, motorbike, and other various junk is a collection of corpses. I wonder what Sam Slicker currently pays for fresh cadavers?[]{style=”font-weight: bold;”}
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The last of my inventory scrolls by as I bid farewell to my faithful companions. Of the four friends that I made, only the cat and dog seemed able to land a hit during combat with my enemies. Alas, there is no REQUEST command so the dachshund gets to keep my coveted broom that I stole from the obese caretaker.
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Less than 4,000 gold pieces for ALL of that loot? More could be earned performing a magic show demonstrating the superhuman carrying skills it would take to deliver it to Mr. Slicker...[]{style=”font-weight: bold;”}
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Eat at Joes... Eat at Joes... Eat at Joes…