You move east|You walk east
You move west|You walk west
You move south|You walk south
You move north|You walk north
You move southeast|You walk southeast
You move northeast|You walk northeast
You move southwest|You walk southwest
You move up|You climb up
You move down|You climb down
Nothing special|You note nothing of interest, at least not of interest to you in your current state of mind

[talk=1]|Do you think I resemble Beth? The dead are all alike. And what about the young man she married? Do you suppose he is any more alive? The ghost pauses. You sense it wants to continue


[talk=2]|You know the young man you once were is dead as well, along with all his dreams. They do not belong to the world you have come to. What a long hard journey to reach such a cold place. For a moment the echoes of words cease but you realize the ghost has more to tell you

[talk=3]|Look at the pool -- you won't find it on a map. It was here when you were younger, in that world where everything you planned would have come true, where you left all your dreams. And it is here now, an easy step down. But, of course, you can always go up the path and back to your life. The ghost seems to flicker. Does it wish to talk more?

[talk=4]|The ghost continues to hover but seems to have nothing more to say. Where the mouth had moved there is only a formless shadow 

[talk=5]|The ghost continues to hover but seems to have nothing more to say. Where the mouth had moved there is only a formless shadow


You scored 0 out of the maximum 0!|
That is 100% of the game!|
Well done - you scored maximum points!|

Undone.|Undone. If only you could handle your life that easily!

Now that isn't very nice.|You think of it, but can't bring yourself to do it.

Ghost avoids your feeble attempts|You think about it but you don't dare

You sing a little song.|Whistling past the graveyard?
Wheee-boinng|It isn't the time.
I can't undo any more of your blunderings!|If only you could undo your life.
You whistle a little tune.|Whistling past the graveyard?
You don't have|You aren't holding
You do a little dance|Dancing on your own grave?
That smells normal|Pines and earth and dried leaves.
That is too heavy for you to carry|That is rooted in place
Aaarrrrgggghhhhhh|Your voice echoes around the hills
Why would you want to run?|There is no point in running
joe|