MESSAGE 1 The fire elemental blocks your way, flaring up and blasting you with heat to singe your hair and drive you back gasping and choking. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 2 Putting your back into it, you start shovelling the earth away from the door. After some hard work and a lot of sweat, you clear a passage. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 3 You try to dig into the earth and loose rock but progress is so slow you eventually give up. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 4 You play around digging for awhile, but nothing much comes of it. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 5 The water swirls but doesn't go anywhere and the bowl slowly backs up. You see water begin to bubble out of the bath drain and seep out across the floor from the base of the toilet. Suddenly, you hear a loud cacophony from somewhere else in the house and the water rushes down and out of the bowl. The distant noises go on for a bit and die away. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 6 With a beautiful swirl, perfect in its geometric abstraction, the water rushes down the bowl. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 7 Tark takes the robe and puts it on. It covers her precariously as it only barely reaches around her belly, but it is a substantial improvement nonetheless. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 8 Tark is going through one of her more listless phases at this particular moment and doesn't seem to pay attention to your request. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 9 Well, as much as you would like to do that, you don't have the opportunity. A squad car turns the corner, starts to pass by your house, and then quickly backs up and screeches to a stop on your lawn. Two burly cops get out with their guns drawn yelling something about "stinking perverts." They handcuff you and Tark, throw a blanket over her to cover her, and haul you both off to the station house. Three days later you're still awaiting trial when some sort of commotion arises. A SWAT team is running through the corridors of your cell block, weapons at the ready. The last thing you see is four glowing red marbles shooting through the corridor in front of your cell and blossoming into flame. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 10 Here, forgetting the weirdness of the day, everything seems briefly familiar, comfortable, and well. In particular, you don't notice any oceans about. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 11 What a way to ruin a day. You reach to open the door and your hand passes through it. Startled, you draw your hand back. Reaching your hands in again and groping around doesn't provide any more information. But, with a little nerve, there's no impediment to trying to forge on ahead. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 12 You step forward through the door and, as your face passes through, you find yourself... looking out onto what appears to be your front porch. You walk out onto it, emerging through your front door. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 13 You turn on the radio to find a musak rendition of The Love Boat. Frantically, you manage to change stations before Paul Lynn and Charro start the vocals. With relief, you listen to the soothing strains of acid rock. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 14 Blissful silence envelopes you. The radio is now off. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 15 "Fuck off. Take a walk, asshole." END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 16 "I'm sorry sir, this is a restricted area. We'll have to request that you leave in the interest of your own safety." END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 17 You are about to do that when you are distracted by the appearance of a squad car. Two police officers drive up and stop. You overhear one of them radio for urgent backup, and then they both get out to speak with the survivalists. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 18 The back door is locked. You do manage to get the front door open, however. And, so far, the police officers are sufficiently involved with the survivalists that they haven't noticed you. The balding, middle-age man in the back seat just looks at you glumly. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 19 (* EXAMINE TARK -- naked *) Tark is homely, fat, and, as she is currently naked, fairly disgusting to look at. In fact, you'd swear she's even homelier than when she first appeared on your dining room table. She seems fairly listless. Though she responds to any question or request readily enough, she otherwise tends to stare off into space. About the only conversation she initiates on her own is to occasionally mumble to herself, "Oh no. I've got to get back within 24 hours. Oh no. How foolish of me." END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 20 (* EXAMINE TARK -- robed *) Tark is homely, fat, and, quite fortunately, currently robed. She seems even homelier than when she first appeared on your dining room table. She also seems fairly listless. Though she responds to any question or request readily enough, she otherwise tends to stare off into space. About the only conver- sation she initiates on her own is to occasionally mumble to herself, "Oh no. I've got to get back within 24 hours. Oh no. How foolish of me." END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 21 (* Cindy, you are free. *) Cindy fades from sight. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 22 Tark seems to know that one. She conjures for a bit and then goes slack-jawed for six seconds. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 23 Tark fumbles about briefly and reports that she does not, in fact, know that one. END_COMMAND MESSAGE 24 Tark seems uninterested in casting Resist Cold on a $OBJECT$. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 25 Tark seems to know that one. She conjures for a bit and then goes slack-jawed for six seconds. You feel a slight warmth envelop your body. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 26 The slight warmth which has been infusing you fades away. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 27 You are reaching for one of the huge ivory handles when Tark suddenly interrupts you, "Gee. Don't you think I should have Resist Cold too?" END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 28 As you touch the gate, you feel the excruciating pain of thousands of tiny ice needles piercing your flesh. The pain eventually fades into numbness as you fall stiffly to the ground. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 29 As you touch the gate, you feel a cold, numbing pain wash over you. The pain fades as you fall stiffly to the ground and into unconsciousness ... ... to open you eyes again and feel hot hands pressed against your body. Tark surveys you critically for a moment, and then steps back satisfied. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 30 Examining the statues more carefully is both fascinating and revolting. In the process, you stumble upon a statue of Cindy. She is depicted standing, with her arms outspread. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 31 Tark steps up on the pedestal and kisses the statue lightly on the lips. As she does so, its surface begins to blush with color and the statue becomes less rigid. The outstretched arms begin to tremble and then move in to embrace Tark. Tark returns the embrace, and their kiss becomes deep and passionate. Anxiously, you move forward, but the air seems to congeal around you to block your progress. Cindy is fumbling with Tark's robe when suddenly she notices you. Pushing Tark away in confusion, she reaches out to you with tears in her eyes... and fades away. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 32 $NAME$ kisses the statue of Cindy without apparent effect. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 33 You kiss the statue of Cindy without apparent effect. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 34 You recognize all of the paintings as being from the walls of Gora's Castle, though it's a bit of a shock to see them outside of your mind's eye. Each frame has decorative studs in the four corners. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 35 But there is one painting that is different; it is a painting of Cindy. Its eyes are alive and rolling down and to her left. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 36 The painting fades away, leaving a blank canvas. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 37 You crash forward, ten spear heads pinning you to the wall before you. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 38 You press various studs on various frames and nothing happens. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 39 Something seems odd about the dining room. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 40 Something seems odd about the statue gallery. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 41 Complying with your request, Tark walks in one side as a fat, homely woman and walks out the other as a fat, homely man. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 42 Tark watches as you step though the nonfunctional door and out the other side. A wave of nausea washes over you, and you feel very strange. Your pants don't sit on your hips comfortably and you have a terrible feeling of missing something. Examining yourself, you discover that you have become a woman and, as best you can tell without a mirror, a rather attractive one at that. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 43 Walking through the door changes nothing. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 44 You begin to eat the Paisley Cake. It's delicious! As you continue to eat, you are torn between your desire for more and your desire to share. Since you hate to disappoint someone so attractive, you invite Tark to share it with you. Why you ate the thing in the first place, I don't know, but you now fall into each other's arms with abandon. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 45 Tark briefly startles from her daze and looks at you sharply. She admonishes you on the critical importance of keeping your soul from the paths of evil, and she refuses to hear anything more on the subject. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 46 Tark conjures, and a light appears suspended at the far end of the room. Roaches rush for cover in all directions. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 47 Tark casts and a light appears, but as you could already see here it doesn't do you much good. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 48 Tark is excited because she knows this one. She conjures for a bit, and all of the snakes in the cell stop moving. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 49 Before you can take action, one of the snakes strikes. Paralysis grips your body, and there is nothing to do now but watch Tark be struck repeatedly by the others until she too becomes still. The hours drift by, and you feel yourself become weaker. You vision is obscured and becomes darker until ... END_MESSAGE (* you are dead *) MESSAGE 50 Tark restrains you, explaining that the snakes are evil, probably poisonous, and so of little interest to us except to kill them. And, lifted from lethargy by this exchange, she picks up a handy rock and methodically bludgeons them to death. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 51 Tark is concerned. "Are there snakes here? I don't see them! I must be worse off than I thought." END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 52 Your hand thrills to the touch of the bleeding sword. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 53 The sword is bleeding much less than before. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 54 The bleeding sword is drying up. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 55 Only a few drops of blood drip from the sword's blade. It looks like it will stop at any moment! END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 56 With a spurt of bloody foam, the sword runs dry and the last blood congeals on its dull blade. Cindy is dead. So there's not really much point in going on, is there? END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 57 With a loud report, the teflon-coated bullet slams into the $NOUN$ and explodes in its belly, splaying blood and flesh in all directions. Good shot! The $NOUN$ is clearly dead. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 58 With a loud report, the teflon-coated bullet slams through his bullet-proof vest and explode in his belly, splaying blood and flesh in all directions. Good shot, and, thanks to the NRA, you've killed him. In an impressive display of Fourth Amendment rights, the survivalists pump 129 slugs into your chest. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 59 Click... END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 60 As you swing the sword, you feel an exhilarating sense of competence. You slice cleanly through the $NOUN$ in a single stroke. Blood now spews from the blade as profusely as when you first wielded it. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 61 As you disbelieve the door, it wavers slightly and fades. You now see the door as a cartoonish sketch instead. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 62 The $NOUN$ obstinately persists in solid reality. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 63 You can only get at most one of them. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 64 Thrusting forth the gold cross, Tark yells: "Back, foul fiends, to the pits of Hell that spawned thee and thy loathsome kin." At this, the skeletons turn and flee. Most of them run around the cylindrical wall to cower out of sight. Two hapless skeletons stumble into the region where the floor does not glow and instantly collapse into disjointed heaps of motionless bones. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 65 Thrusting forth the gold cross, Tark yells: "Back, foul fiends, to the pits of Hell that spawned thee and thy loathsome kin." Your former brother and friends dissolve into dust before your eyes. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 66 Disbelieve what? END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 67 As soon as you step into the area which does not glow, the sword stops bleeding, becoming lifeless in your hands. Cindy is dead! So there is not really much point in going on, is there? END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 68 Focusing on the lock, you start drilling holes through the iron door. You ruin all of your drill bits, but you manage to drill out the lock and open the door. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 69 Your drill bits can't seem to get a bite in the silvery surface. Fortunately, the bits are not damaged. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 70 Blam! The gun kicks back in your hand. The door is not even scratched. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 71 Blam! The gun kicks back in your hand. The door is slightly damaged, but you are still unable to open it. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 72 The $NOUN$ hits the door and vanishes in a blinding flash of light. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 73 There are too many fragments here to take them all, and they squirm out of your hands when you try, but you manage to pick up a single fragment of troll flesh. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 74 "Sadly, unless you happen to have a cross you could lend me, there's not much I can do." END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 75 The piece of troll flesh has started to grow! END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 76 With what? END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 77 You are now wearing the spectacles. Nothing seems different about your surroundings. In fact, you now realize that the spectacle lenses are flat glass. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 78 The title of the scroll is in English and reads "Mantel's Spell of Eternal Emergency Evasion." The rest is written in strange characters that you cannot at first make out. But then the lenses of the spectacles start to darken. At the same time, the characters start to glow and the glowing characters twist shape to resolve into English. You are drawn into the reading of the text and find yourself losing control. Do you want to try to stop? END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 79 With a great effort of will, you pull your eyes away from the scroll. And, come to think of it, you can't remember exactly what it was that you were reading. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 80 As you continue reading, you find yourself speaking the words out loud. You seem to say the words in English, but the sounds that reach your ears most certainly are not. It takes about 90 seconds to read the scroll and, as you forgot to breathe, you're momentarily drained and exhausted at the finish. The scroll bursts into blue-green flame and quickly burns to ash. Suddenly, a half-perceived chaos of figures bursts into activity around you, behaving somewhat like tailors measuring a man for a suit. In instants, they disappear, and you notice that your right hand is covered with blue tatoos. Examination will reveal that roughly one fourth of your body is so covered. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 89 Ouch! A sharp pain stabs through your groin as you step onto the non-glowing section of floor. Examination reveals some blood and a complete lack of genitalia. At least you seem to have been left with a small hole to urinate through. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 90 "Ouch!" grunts Tark as she steps near the door. She reaches a hand into her robe and then informs you matter-of-factly that she is now a eunuch. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 91 As you step toward the door and onto the non-glowing section of floor, you hear a soft pop from somewhere on or about your person. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 92 Satisfyingly, you blow your brains out. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 93 That's not completely trivial to do. But you manage to wedge the sword in a crack in the floor, point upward, and, after a moments reflection, throw yourself onto it. Through a combination of courage, dexterity, and luck, you spear yourself directly through the heart. The pain is terrible. Your vision quickly darkens, and your thoughts begin to disassociate. The last thing you hear is Cindy screaming hysterically. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 94 When you enter the room, you see that there are in fact five guards here. That's at least four more than you could possibly handle. They snap out of their TV-induced coma and before the next commercial, you feel your intestines slide out onto a cold sharp blade. As you crumple to the floor, you hear one yelling, "Save the fat one for the vats!" END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 95 You turn the door knob and the door is flung open as a torrent of water knocks you down and floods your house. You die (if not from the concussion then by drowning), Cindy is either dead or lost forever, and the forces of evil have their way with mankind. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 96 There's no time! The skeletons have knocked you down. Grinning hideously, they slice you to shreds with their swords. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 97 There's no time! The troll lord has thrown you to the floor. He grabs ahold of your head, braces his feet against your shoulders, and rips your head from your body. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 98 You have neither the tools nor the skill to pick this lock. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 99 Disregarding the strange lock, you pull open the door and stride forward. When you do so, the lock dissolves with a human-sounding sigh. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 100 The recoil almost rips your arm off, but the bullet hits its mark. Passing through the translucent shells and sliding between the links of his chain mail, it explodes inside the demigod's body. Black blood spurts rhythmically from between the links of mail as, with a surprised look, the demigod crumples to the floor. After a few moments, the spheres disappear and the corpse begins to dissolve, leaving behind only a dead, black heart. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 101 As you dash through the blue translucent shell, the sword explodes in your hand. Crying out, you also stumble through the black shell and your heart stops. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 102 Turning, the demigod sees you and is caught in a frenzy: "Yes!... No!... Yes!... no... Yes! Yes! YES!" He starts to gesture with his hands. Left to itself, whatever he was forging dissolves back into the radiance. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 103 It's too late! The demigod completes his gesture and you are overcome by dizziness as your view of the world is distorted. Binding you within a black gem, the demigod hangs you from above his work table to wait out eternity... END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 104 Solicitous of your likely boredom, every year or so he brings Cindy out of her current binding to torture and degrade her for your entertainment. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 105 The demigod continues to gesture, an evil smile lighting his face. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 106 Cindy is happy to give you one of her hairs, and she plucks one out and gives it to you. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 107 As you walk forward, the air seem to congeal around you such that you are unable to approach closer than five feet from her. You explain that you need a hair and ask her to give you one. She gladly plucks one from her head and tries to hand it to you, but she cannot reach you. Wrapping it in a ball of mud, she tries to throw it to you, but the mud ball falls directly to the floor the instant it leaves her hand. You ask her to leave the hair on the ground and move away from it, but she explains that she cannot move more than two feet in any direction. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 108 All in all, a pleasant experience. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 109 You try to take the tears rolling down their cheeks, but they quickly dry up, leaving a salty residue. You need to put the tears in something appropriate. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 110 You collect some of the tears rolling down their cheeks, putting them in the perfume vial. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 111 You fill the drinking glass with water. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 112 Unfortunately, you don't have a suitable container to put the water in. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 113 Fortunately, today is Sunday. Tark takes the gold cross, places it in the drinking glass, and holds mass. At its conclusion, she assures you that the water is now holy. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 114 "Well, I'd be happy to, but I'll need some water first." END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 115 "Um, I'd be happy to. You don't happen to have a cross you could lend me, do you?" END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 116 The glassful of water strikes the fire elemental, exploding into a cloud of steam. The fire elemental looks annoyed. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 117 wrrRRRRRrrrrrrr... The blades spin around in the empty blender. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 118 wrrRRRRRrrrrr .. clunk... spit... snap... wrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrr... The contents of the blender whirl into foaming purple mush. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 119 wrrRRRRRrrrrr .. clunk... spit... snap... wrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrr... The contents of the blender whirl into mush. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 120 wrrRRRRR.... clank!.... gggrrrrrr.... snap! Something is obstructing the action of the blender. CRACK! Zinnnggg! A blender blade goes flying through the plastic container and by your ear. It looks like it may still be usable, but you'd better be careful. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 121 You can't seem to find an outlet for the blender here. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 122 Plug it into what? END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 123 OK, you plug one end of the extension cord into the $OBJECT$. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 124 Sorry, but the portable drill has a weird plug that only fits the special recharging unit and you can't seem to find that at the moment. Fortunately, the drill is already fully charged. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 125 Sorry, but you can't plug it into that. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 126 You unplug the extension cord from everything. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 127 Crack! Flash! Your lights go out and the purple mush bursts into flames. As the mixture burns, it clarifies into a clear liquid. Flames continue to play across the surface of the liquid for as long as you watch it, but they no longer emit smoke or heat. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 128 Crack! Flash! Despite the crackling of electricity, nothing much seems to have happened. In particular, the mush is still foaming and is beginning to grow at an alarming rate. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 129 wrrrRRRRrrrr... The mush whirls around and you notice that the fleshy globules that were forming are again pureed into the mush. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 130 You pour the flaming liquid onto the strange, half-seen lock binding your notebook. The liquid adheres and flares up, slowly consuming the lock. As the last bit burns away, it fades with a soft, feminine sigh and your note- book falls to the floor. You hear a rush of water from the front of the house, and looking into the living room, you see your front yard through the windows. As you look, half of a shark swims through the air outside your window, fading away from tail to head as it goes. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 131 Tark looks truly alert for the first time since you met her. She nods at you with approval, and fades away. The empty robe falls to the floor. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 132 "Jesus, Phil," says Paul. "You look like hell. And what happened to your clothes, anyway?" END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 133 Nothing much happens when you apply the mixture to the strange lock binding your notebook. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 134 Two inches in front of the door floats a large lock apparently crafted from flesh. The lock does not actually hold the door shut in any obvious way. The concept seems familiar, and you realize it sounds like one of the examples you read about in the black book. You think you could quickly find the reference if you looked for it. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 135 You find the reference. The binding creates a powerful version of Wizard Lock that is resistant to Dispell and Disintegration magic and cannot be broken through simple force. Only the binder and creatures at least twice the binder's level may open a door so locked. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 138 Tark pulls on the door but cannot open it. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 139 Standing near the center of the room is a Demigod -- black leathery skin, 8 feet tall, and covered head to foot in blue tatoos. He is wearing chain mail fashioned from a metal similar to silver yet more lustrous. Centered on him are two translucent spheres roughly 10 feet in diameter -- a black one and a blue one. His hands are thrust into a fountain of dark radiance streaming from the center of the floor. He appears to be forging something from the radiance itself. His back is to you, but he starts at the sound of your footsteps. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 140 Sorry, but Cindy can't do that. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 141 Wait! As you are about to take action, you hear footsteps at the far south end of the corridor. You freeze as a man dressed in formal attire and bearing a large dinner tray steps from the adjoining hallway and knocks on a eastern door at the junction of the hallways. Fortunately, he isn't looking in your direction! He opens the door and steps in just far enough to set the tray down, apparently on a table near the door. His attention is nervously riveted on the tray. He quickly steps out, again not seeing you in his haste to leave. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 142 As you try to fit the bit into the drill, you realize that you ruined all the bits drilling the lock to the iron door, so you put the bits away. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 143 You begin to eat the Paisley Cake, sharing it with Cindy. It's delicious! Stunned at a sudden realization, you begin to... excised -- the censor. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 144 You begin to eat the Paisley Cake. It's delicious! It seems a shame not to share the delightful experience with someone else. You begin wandering around in a feverish fit of passion. You're on the street outside now, and that policeman looks like an awfully nice fella... You are in jail. Apparently, the police have been pretty free with telling the guys what you're in for 'cause they all seem to know. Big Eddy the child molester doesn't take kindly to perverts like you. So, in the name of decency, he rams a license plate through your stomach. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 145 Eventually your combined screams of ecstasy bring down the castle guard, but at least you die with a smile on your face. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 146 The skullcap has a rather disturbing taste and, for the rest of the day, everything you see will seem tinged with pulsating purple. For the most part, you can deal with the pink halos that come to choke you and with the tiny flying fat men bearing cheese-steak subs. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 147 Wait! Someone is coming. You crouch behind a counter just before the butler enters the kitchen. He walks in, takes the tray on which you have placed the Paisley Cake, and leaves through the southern door. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 148 Before you can take action, the demoness leaps on you, knocking you to the ground. She crouches atop you, and the smell of her almost overpowers you. Small chunks of rotting flesh drop from her body as she moves. She kisses you feverishly as she rips off your clothing and tries to fornicate. As she kisses you, her tongue falls out and slides bloodily down your cheek. Frustrated with your response, she opens a napkin she is holding. Picking a few of the crumbs there, she shoves them into your mouth, almost breaking your jaw in the process. In a few moments, your body responds with an unwilling erection, but, fortunately or unfortunately, there is not enough to have much effect on your mind. With a cry of glee, she mounts you and works to satisfy herself. In her wild thrashing, flesh falls from her chest, revealing part of her ribs and moldy internal organs. Tark tries to lever her off of you, and the demoness knocks Tark to the ground as well. Again the napkin is produced and Tark groans to find her/himself in the same position. The demoness pleasures herself with the two of you for about a half-hour until your bodies begin to flag. Disappointed, she howls in frustration, snatches up her napkin, and dashes from the room. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 149 Before you can take action, the demoness leaps on you, knocking you to the ground. She crouches atop you, and the smell of her almost overpowers you. Small chunks of rotting flesh drop from her body as she moves. She kisses you feverishly as she rips off your clothing and tries to fornicate. As she kisses you, her tongue falls out and slides bloodily down your cheek. Frustrated with your response, she opens a napkin she is holding. Picking a few of the crumbs there, she shoves them into your mouth, almost breaking your jaw in the process. In a few moments, your body responds with an unwilling erection, but, fortunately or unfortunately, there is not enough to have much effect on your mind. With a cry of glee, she mounts you and works to satisfy herself. In her wild thrashing, flesh falls from her chest, revealing part of her ribs and moldy internal organs. Tark tries to lever her off of you, and the demoness knocks Tark backward with a distracted blow. Tark's head smashes against the stone floor, and she lies there, unmoving. The demoness pleasures herself with you for about a half-hour until your body begin to flag. Disappointed, she howls in frustration, snatches up her napkin, and dashes from the room. Tark is picking herself up, rubbing the back of her head. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 150 Before you can take action, the demoness knocks you to the ground, pushing you aside to get at Tark. Up close, the smell of the demoness almost overpowers you. Small chunks of flesh drop from her body as she moves. She leaps on Tark, pushing him/her to the floor. She kisses Tark feverishly as she rips off Tark's robe and tries to fornicate. While kissing Tark, her tongue falls out and slides bloodily down Tark's cheek. Frustrated with Tark's response, she opens a napkin she is holding. Picking a few of the crumbs there, she shoves them into Tark's mouth, almost breaking Tark's jaw in the process. In a few moments, Tark's body responds with an erection, but, judging from Tark's expression, there was not enough to have much effect on Tark's mind. With a cry of glee, the demoness mounts Tark and works to satisfy herself. In her wild thrashing, flesh falls from her chest, revealing part of her ribs and moldy internal organs. The two of them are right next to you and, as you try to pick yourself up, the demoness reaches over and casually knocks you across the room. Your head cracks against the stone wall and you slide into unconsciousness... ... Awaking, you see that Tark's body is beginning to flag. With a cry of disappointment, the demoness snatches up her napkin and dashes from the room. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 151 The demoness stares at the two of you intently. Not finding any men here, she howls in frustration and dashes from the room. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 152 A frantic demoness suddenly dashes into the room! END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 153 It's too late! The demoness raises the sceptre in her left hand and points it at you. Green radiance rushes at you and your body begins to melt. Your limbs shrivel, becoming fat, pudgy buds of useless flesh. Your stomach distends and your bones dissolve, turning your body into a large squishy bag of flesh. Hair and nails fall out, dropping to the floor. Your scream is cut off as your mouth and ears grow shut. All you can do now is look out on the world as later guards come and take you away to a dark, dank place. Carrying you past some vats of boiling pink sludge, they set you down in a dark room to fester. The months or years go by, it is hard to tell, and for some reason your new body continues to live, but you go slowly but surely mad. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 154 Waiting, you hear a frustrated shriek nearby. Suddenly a door flies open and an undead demoness appears. Seeing you, she runs towards you. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 155 Waiting, you hear a frustrated shriek from somewhere in the castle. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 156 From somewhere in the castle you hear a frustrated shriek. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 157 You put the paisley cake on the tray. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 158 You walk in that direction but pause as you hear footsteps and the clink of armor in the next room. Do you wish to continue? END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 159 It's too late! With a big, crazed grin, the guard grabs you by the hair while kicking you in the abdomen. As you double over, he whips out a knife and slides the blade efficiently across your throat. Choking on your own blood, you fall helplessly to the floor. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 160 Thrusting forth the gold cross, Tark yells: "Back, foul fiend, to the pits of Hell that spawned thee and thy loathsome kin." The demoness seems singularly unimpressed. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 161 A guard has just entered the room and looks surprised to see you. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 162 The troll lord has regenerated! END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 163 Tark has been turning the globe. "Oh, my. How remarkable!" END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 164 You leap off into space and begin to fall through the air. You fall and fall and fall, seeing nothing but clouds and occasionally distant tornadoes. Three days later you are still falling. You are getting very hungry. More importantly, you are very thirsty. In another day or so, you die from it. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 165 "Can you believe it? Here I am, found myself a line of work that I enjoy, earning a reasonable living, setting aside for my kid's education, and all those blokes want to do is rain on my parade. Some people just got no respect for what's proper." END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 166 It's difficult to carry on a conversation through the winodw. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 167 You are unable to unlock the door. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 168 Wait! Someone is coming. You crouch behind a counter just before the butler enters the kitchen. He walks in, takes the dinner tray and the tray on which you have placed the Paisley Cake. He leaves through the southern door. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 169 You turn on the television and see a picture of a dome-headed, feline humanoid staring back at you. The feline is dressed in dark, voluminous robes and stands before a backdrop of dark velvet. He starts and jumps back and then relaxes. You hear a chorus of voices asking excitedly, "What did you see?" "It was bizarre. It was that asshole Geodesic in this seriously weird room." After describing your bedroom, he leaves the picture. You hear a door shutting. Staring at the television any longer nets you nothing but boredom. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 170 You can't get anything but static. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 171 You turn the television off. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 172 As you walk forward, the air seem to congeal around you such that you are unable to approach closer than five feet from her. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 173 "Conjure it on whom?" END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 174 There is no substance to the unusual door; your hand passes right through it. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 175 The door is already open. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 176 The man is balding and middle-aged. Handcuffed and locked into the back seat of the squad car, he stares glumly at the floor. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 177 You find that you cannot budge the notebook. You grab ahold of it, pull on it, sit on it, kick it, all without effect. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 178 You need to use some appropriate tool to mix, grind, and chop. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 179 You grab a piece of the troll flesh. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 180 You already have some troll flesh in the shiny box! END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 181 You don't notice anything new. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 182 There's no room; something else is already on the tray. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 183 At the moment, Tark is a man. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 184 At the moment, Tark is a eunich. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 185 You are currently female. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 186 You are currently unsexed. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 187 You are partly covered with blue tatoos. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 188 The chest is now open. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 189 Unfortunately, the lock has no keyhole. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 190 You need to open the vial before you can put anything into it. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 191 Unfortunately, the $OBJECT$ is not really an appropriate container. The tears soon dry up. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 192 Unfortunately, you don't seem able to do anything effective to the bits of flesh and organs -- they are still growing and squirming toward each other. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 193 You pound some more on the fragments, managing to break up a few pieces that had grown back together. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 194 Your attempts to attack the strange lock have little effect. All attacks pass right through it as though it were not there. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 195 You take aim at the strange lock... Blam! zwwinggg... The bullet passes right through the lock as though it weren't there and ricochets off the dorr behind it. The lock is untouched. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 196 The syntax is "SHOOT noun WITH GUN". END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 197 The $OBJECT$ isn't really an appropraite container. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 198 What vial? There is no vial here. END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 199 Plug extension cord into what? END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 201 ... News flash! ... Reports just in that the Vatican is being infested by demons. The little rascals are said to be excreting on the cardinals, mocking them for their complete inability to do anything about it. Stay tuned for further reports. Remember, you heard it first on KFUK... END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 202 ... News flash! A KFUK update ... Black lightning played across New York City just 30 minutes ago in a bizarre display lasting five minutes. Most interviewed within the city describes a sense of severe loss and depression lasting some five to ten minutes after the display. Many report feeling briefly disconnected from themselves, their work, their desires, and their ambitions. But, in New Yorker fashion, they shrugged it off and got on with their day. Reports are filtering in of a large number of train and highway accidents associated with the incident as well as the crash of a Delta jet at LaGuardia... END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 203 ... News flash! A KFUK update ... Reports just in that all U.S. ships and aircraft off of the coast of Libya have been destroyed. We repeat, all U.S. ships and aircraft off the coast of Libya have been destroyed. Survivors rescued by a French frigate are dazedly reporting that their vessels were destroyed by dragons! The pentagon is trying to determine the real causes of the disaster... END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 204 ... News flash! A KFUK update ... Several employees of the Department of Defense have leaked that many warheads and other weapons were stolen from the Rocky Mountain arsenal by strange "humanoids." A third of these reports identify the perpetrators as human and clearly Slavic. Descriptions by the rest vary wildly. All reports agree that the perpetrators would suddenly appear out of nowhere next to an item, grab it, and equally mysteriously seem to vanish, all within a few seconds. The Pentagon is firmly denying any such event has taken place... END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 210 You hear the clank of armor. Someone is coming from the north! END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 211 You hear the clank of armor. Someone is coming from the west! END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 212 You hear the clank of armor. Someone is coming from the south! END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 213 You hear the clank of armor. Someone is coming from the east! END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 214 You hear the clank of armor. Someone is climbing the stairs! END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 215 You hear the clank of armor. Someone is descending the stairs! END_MESSAGE MESSAGE 216 Next room for guard: #VAR10# END_MESSAGE