:DESCRIPTION `7The janitorial staff has definitely neglected this room. /IFS14=0 Maybe they're getting lazy. More likely though, they're scared to death of the sinister maniac who is facing you now with a diabolical grin. His chest is heaving noticeably and his head is tilted down as he stares at you. Your eyes trail down his arm to his hand which clutches a small, sharpened piece of black glass. You turn away from the psychopath to look at the rest of the room. /ENDS14 The blue walls are faded and grimy. The brownish gray floor is a little more brownish gray than intended. The room's stench is almost overwhelming. The bed, though, is remarkably clean; not just in comparison to the rest of the room, but in total contrast to it. The room's closet is to the east. The door leading back to the hallway is to the northwest. /IFS14>0 Slumped in a corner is the sleeping form of Chuck Sanders. /ENDS14 :STABFRONT `2Chuck rushes you and in an instant his homemade weapon is plunged into your chest. The attack is so quick that your scream is merely a silent feeling in your throat. He is a practiced killer, but an impatient one. Even though the first stab mortally injures you, he follows through with several more for the mere brutality of it. He stands over you and gazes down with no remorse. :NOSTAB `2Chuck rushes you and in an instant his homemade weapon is stabbing at your chest. Fortunately, it contacts the metal cafeteria tray you've hidden under your shirt and the attack fails. The psychopath steps back, confused. :INJECTION `2You just manage to miss the swipe of Chuck's sharpened shard of glass as it breezes past your face in your attempt to inject him with the needle. You unload the contents into him quickly and move back against the wall. He thrashes wildly for a few moments, then slumps into a corner. He looks quite comfortable there. Now you realize why the bed is so clean; he doesn't use it. :UNDERBED `2You check under the bed and notice what appears to be a pair of welder's goggles with one lens missing. The lens it does have looks suspiciously similar to the glass that Chuck sharpened into a weapon. You frown. :LOOKMAN1 /IFS14=0 `2Chuck is a stocky, filthy character with dark circles around his eyes. His rough face gleams with sweat as he stands here with an evil stare that never leaves you. In one hand, he clutches a glass knife. /ENDS14 /IFS14=1 `2Chuck is sedated and lies unconscious in a corner. His stocky form is curled in a ball with one arm stretched outward. /IFO13=100 `2His dirty fingers unclench and his homemade knife falls from his grip to the floor. /ENDO13 /ENDS14 :SUPPORT |sleep x BED x x NOSL |lay x BED x x NOSL |lay x |DOWN x x NOSL |go x |SLEEP x x NOSL enter x BED x x NOSL :NOSL `2Now is no time to be thinking about sleep. :END