DEVIL
The DEVIL
 
Seated on a hickory stump alongside the slow roasting fire| is the DEVIL himself, sawing on a FIDDLE and playing it hot. 
He is not quite as terrifying as those sermons would have lead you to imagine.| I wouldn't INSULT or ATTACK him in any way,| but I might suggest QUERYING his purpose.
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DARE
Who do you think you are? Evel Knievel?
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TRUE DEVIL
SPIT The adventurer said: "My name's Xyzzy and it might be a sin,|"But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret,| 'cos I'm the best that's ever been."|The Devil opened up his case and he said: "I'll start this show."|And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow.|And he pulled the bow across his| strings and it made an evil hiss|.Then a band of demons joined in|and it sounded something like this.|*Synth interlude*||When the devil finished, Xyzzy said: |"Well you're pretty good ol' son.|"But sit down in that chair, right there|and let me show you how its done."|Fire on the mountain, run boys, run.|The devil's in the house of the risin' sun.|Chicken in the bread pan, pickin' out dough.|"Granny, does your dog bite?"|"No, child, no."||The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.|He laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Xyzzy's feet.|Xyzzy said: "Devil, just come on back if you ever want to try again.|"I told you once, you son of a gun, I'm the best that's ever been."||With that, the DEVIL moans in anguish and disappears in a puff of smoke.|You believe you've earned the golden FIDDLE.
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ADD FIDDLE
DESTROYITEM DEVIL
DESTROYITEM DFIDDLE
SETROOMDESC The campfire is dark and the clearing is quiet and still.
SETROOMNAME Clearing
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QUERY
You ask the Devil what in God's name is he doing here.|He looks at you, sees you have no instrument, and continues improvising.
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HAS BANJO
SPIT You ask the Devil what in God's name is he doing here.||So then the devil jumps on a hickory stump and says:| "Boy let me tell you what:|"I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player too.|"And if you'd care to take a DARE, I'll make a bet with you.|"Now some play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the devil his due:|"I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul, 'cos I think I'm better than you."|| And then you say, "I don't play the fiddle and so I don't think I'll win..."|But the devil holds up the fiddle and makes an evil grin, and puts|upon it this spin:|"And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold.|But if you lose, the devil gets your soul."||And with that, the banjo you have shatters and turns into a demonic fiddle.|The devil hands you a EULA.
ADD EULA
DESTROYITEM BANJO
ADD DFIDDLE
SET DEVIL
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ATTACK
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DO IT
SPIT The devil says:|   Naughty, naughty. | Your body convulses with unbearable pain for a few seconds.
HURTPLAYER 10
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HIT
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DO IT
SPIT The devil says:|   Naughty, naughty. | Your body convulses with unbearable pain for a few seconds.
HURTPLAYER 10
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POKE
The devil says:|  STOP THAT!
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RAND 3
SPIT The devil says:|  I HATE BEING PRODDED! | Your body convulses with unbearable pain for what seems like an eternity.|You wake up in a pit of sulfur and fire, in a revealing outfit.|You are worse than dead.
KILL
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INSULT
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DO IT
SPIT The devil takes that crack about his mother quite badly.|A grin alights on his face as he ignites|the hairs of your pubic static void.|This hurts immensely.
HURTPLAYER 2
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