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MESSAGE 1
What $NOUN$? Now where do you see any of that??
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 2
Sorry, but you must take things one at a time in this game.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 3
What $OBJECT$? Now where do you see any of that??
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 4
The carpet is woven of flaming, interwining, blue and red strands of wool,
a perfect example of exquisite Squynchian tapestry. The carpet is ornately
decorated, and a label is attached to its side.
The carpet is presently rolled up.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 5
How gross! I would rather not!
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 6
The carpet is woven of flaming, interwining, blue and red strands of wool,
a perfect example of exquisite Squynchian tapestry. The carpet is ornately
decorated, and a label is attached to its side.
The carpet is presently unrolled.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 7
Two ogres appear in the doorway, eyes wild with hate."There he is!", roars
B'gog."I get him first!" cries B'gig. They tear you apart limb by limb, as
they quarrel over who gets which leg. B'gig rips a piece out of your throat,
and spits it out with a grunt of contempt. "Ugh, human flesh!".
Arrogantly, snouts high in the air, they turn away from you, as one of B'gog's
heels crush your head out of existence.
You have died.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 9
A shrill mechanical voice exclaims, "OOF!! <gasp> Please...only one at a
time!" The door opens with a click, and the emblem turns green.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 10
You find no good surface to put it on.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 11
The staff now bolts the door.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 13
Stuff's made out of tough stuff. After banging, beating, jostling, and
stomping on it, you finally give it up as a bad idea.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 15
It IS wrapped.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 16
Wrap it with WHAT?
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 17
As your fingers make contact with the coin, your entire body is immobilized.
Your body stays this way until the coin slips out of your fingers.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 18
It IS unwrapped already!
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 19
Greedily, and with yelps of delight and glee, B'gig and B'gog both quibble
over who gets first peek, and B'gog settles it by defiantly poking B'gig in
the eye. Nevertheless, they both managed to hold onto the coin at the same
time, thus paralizing themselves. After the coin slips out of their fingers,
they both look at each other in bewilderment and bend down again in
synchronised timing, only to paralize themselves once more. This ritual
continues on and on. You'd better hurry up before they catch on.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 22
The orcs eyeballs bulge out revoltingly, as he swipes it from your hand
leaving over a trace of slime. "Thanks mac !" says the orc gruffly. He
continues eyeing you horribly and still blocks the drawbridge. Nice try.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 23
The ogres cease quarreling,just long enough to eye your outheld gift
disinterestedly, and then resume.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 25
The bottom of the boulder is slightly off the ground leaving some space for
mists to seep out.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 26
Now where do you see any of that?
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 27
Removing the doormat reveals a rusty key engulfed in the glop usually found
under doormats.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 28
There is nothing but dust there.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 29
A slow quiet rumble slowly crescendos to an ear-splitting roar of an avalanche
of tremendous boulders! You leap backwards convulsively and watch in awe as
the boulder slowly rises up into the air. It rises higher and higher until it
is but a speck in the sky. Unfortunately, you didn't know the directions to
call it back.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 31
The carpet, unwieldy at first, rises slowly into the air until it is but a
speck in the sky.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 32
Speaking to oneself is a sign of impending mental collapse.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 33
Ramming your head violently against the boulder, has no noticeable effect.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 34
Eyes shining and mouth slavoring you pick up the gold coin, and with
dumbfounded disbelief you realize that you are unable to move! Paralized as
you are, you stand with the same bewildered expression on your face, mouth
agape, until the coin slips from your fingers and you stand upright again.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 35
Extinguished.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 36
It already IS extinguished!
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 37
The metal pipe becomes warmer.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 39
You don't have anything to light it with.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 40
It already IS lit.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 41
You cannot relight the candle.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 42
It was never lit.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 43
You inhale deeply from the metal pipe, and appreciatively exhale a cloud of
smoke through your nostrils.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 44
As you pull out the block, an aged, and yellowed note flutters out and lands
at your feet.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 45
Taken.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 47
How do you propose to do that?
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 48
The candle sputters twice, and extinguishes.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 49
What pail?
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 50
The ice starts sizzling, fizzling, and rapidly evaporating, as great billows
of steamy vapor, billow out of the well. The ice melts away to reveal an old,
discarded carpet of Squynchian ancestry.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 52
The ice doesn't even crack.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 53
Upon removing the carpet a trapdoor is revealed!.......How dull.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 54
It's closed.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 55
The orc's eyeballs widen, and his mouth hangs agape, as he watches your every
move, slowly closing in on you.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 56
The orc crouches low and pounces on you, grabbing away your gold. "Haw haw,"
he guffaws, and walks away with his prize.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 57
The ogres pause, just long enough to eye your gold disinerestedly, and resume
their quarreling.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 58
To WHO?!!?
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 59
With wild, and frenzied yowls of greed, the orc charges after it and takes a
wild leap into the moat. From the loud, splintering, crack of a smashing
skull, and from the cease of air bubbles on the surface, you surmise he died.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 60
Done.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 61
The orc's hand suddenly shoots up into the air, catching your gold. "Pshaw,
haw, haw, ha, haw!" he guffaws rather rudely in your face. The effect of his
extremely foul breath leaves you feeling rather faint.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 62
"Wow!", exclaims the orc incredously."What's a little sharin' between friends
anyway, huh? Haw, haw, ha, haw!" His determenedness of guffawing in your face
with his extremely foul breath, leaves you feeling rather faint.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 63
With yelps of childishly glee, B'gig and B'gog, swipe out at the gold
joyfully. They pound it down flat, and commence to play frisbee with it.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 64
The orc draws itself up to its full height and bars your way, glowering at
you fiercely. "You're not tryin' ta' be a smart alek, huh, punk?", he says
softly, lacing his words with menace. "I hope not!", it roars, laying a grimy
hand on you and shoving you.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 65
It IS filled.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 66
You try filling it but it just bobs along the surface and doesn't sink.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 67
Fill it with WHAT?!!?
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 68
You're going to have to go deeper in, for that.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 69
It IS in the pail already.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 71
You are now sitting on an extremely comfortable bench. For Squynches though,
not for humans, and your bottom is a sore enough proof to it.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 72
You can't.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 73
You get into the bed but can't sleep. You have a fine bout of thrashing
around though.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 74
You are on solid ground again.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 75
You just slept, didn't you read the introduction?
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 77
It all empties out.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 78
But there's no water in the pail!
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 79
The label reads:
"To operate this carpet, just say rise..."
The rest of the label is too worn to be legible. The only other words you
can make out, is a `Tumble dry' notice at the bottom.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 80
You unlock the lunchbox, and the lid flips open to reveal an old withered
looking piece of meat which falls down at your feet.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 82
You don't have the key.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 83
It IS unlocked.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 84
The lunchbox is now locked.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 85
It IS locked.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 86
How absolutely amusing....
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 87
A shrill mechanical voice exclaims,
" Haven't you read the plaque? `The heavy or the wide.'"
" Must I spell it out for you?!"
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 88
A shrill mechanical voice shouts, " H.....E.....A....V....Y....!"
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 89
There is an old, rotting trapdoor at the bottom of the well. It is currently
closed.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 90
The old, wooden pail looks like it went through a lot of wear.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 94
A hairy arm reaches out and grabs you by the scruff of your neck, and lifts
you off the ground with a grunt. B'gig pats you (rather harshly) on your
bottom and sets you merrily off on your way.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 96
Whew! What a terrible arm! You throw it a few meager paces.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 97
It's closed.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 98
It's bolted.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 101
It is now closed.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 102
It IS closed.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 103
It IS open.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 104
The staff now bolts the door.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 105
It IS bolted.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 106
A task quite impossible if the gates are open!
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 107
You have nothing to bolt it with.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 108
It is now unbolted.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 109
It isn't bolted.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 110
You cut a square into the glass case.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 111
You haven't got the proper utensils.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 112
Suddenly, as you reach for the Ruby, the gates of the cage fly open, and the
beast charges out, hungry, and snarling, salivitating at the sight of you.
I'd do something quick if I were you.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 113
The beast slinks toward you, eyes gleaming with hunger. It pounces on you
with surprising agility, and chews on your head, slavoring greedily all the
while, jaws dripping slime. Unable to resist the rest of you, it swallows you
whole, smacking its lips appreciatively.
You have died.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 114
Impossible, the glass completely covers it!
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 115
Greedily, the beast pounces on it, swallowing it in a single gulp. Suddenly,
the beast starts gagging, and as his face purples, he goes up in a cloud of
acrid smoke.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 116
Why not? Gratefully, the beast sinks his teeth into your arm, and rips it off
your body. Unable to resist the rest of you, it swallows you whole, smacking
its lips appreciatively.
You have died.
END_MESSAGE
As you place the Ruby in the crown, a resounding clap of thunder booms
throughout the forestland, and dazzling bolts of lightning pierce the night's
sky.
MESSAGE 118
As you place the Ruby in the crown, a resounding clap of thunder booms
throughout the forestland, and dazzling bolts of lightning pierce the night's
sky.
The ogres, suddenly awoken from their stupor, sound the alarms all over
the encampments, and both start hammering at the gates. Fortunately, there is
a staff bolting the door, oblivious to the ogre's frenzied battering.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 119
As you place the Ruby in the crown, a resounding clap of thunder booms
throughout the forestland, and dazzling bolts of lightning pierce the night's
sky.
The ogres, suddenly awoken from their stupor, sound alarms all over the
encampment, and make a rush at the door.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 120
You don't have the crown.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 121
You are overcome with a certain tingling feeling, which soon passes over.
Unable to rid yourself of a sense of foreboding, you hastily remove it.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 122
In WHAT!??
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 123
It IS unrolled.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 124
It IS rolled.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 125
As you pronounce the command, you detect a slight movement under the boulder.
As you bend down to have a closer look, the carpet flails and flounders about,
tipping the boulder precariously, and disappears up into the sky. The
boulder, let us say, unfortunately for you, rolls out of place on top of you,
flattening you to death. An ogre made a small fortune, selling you as a
one-of-a-kind placemat.
You have died.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 128
"How can a little swimming hurt?", you think to yourself. In a matter of
seconds, you find out exactly how it can, when a rather large alligator comes
toward you to greet you.
You have died.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 129
The iron gates fling open, as an earth shattering "KABOOOM!" rattles the
entire cave. A blinding beam of bright purple light slowly modulating to
blue-white light, burst out of the Ruby through the entrance. Thousands of
creatures of every imagineable form conceivable, tries to force their way in,
howling with rage. Roars and ear splitting yowls, screeches of anguish and
dismay fills the air, as the powerful beam of Franklore surround and engulf
the multitudes of creatures.
Slowly, the creatures start shrinking, amidst all the cries and yells of woe,
as the beam of light starts to rise upward and diminish into the Ruby's depth,
carrying with it the writhing mass of miniature creatures. All was silent
as you feel blackness wash over you, and your knees buckle beneath you.
You collapse.
You wake up blearily, only to find yourself in the royal Crownroom. Squeeb
bounces in and cheerfully begins ejaculating, "Good show! Good show! I can't
begin to thank you for your service to the land of Squynchia, although the
price was great. Well, I trust you'll have a good morning....." He hesitates
and then adds, "..Your Highness". Patting his head in undisguised glee, and
chuckling merrily, he bounces out the room.
With growing alarm and suspicion, you slowly lower your head to observe your
present state, and quickly snap it back up with a start. The inevitable has
happened, as you knew it must when putting on the crown....................
You have been Squynched.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 137
Such illiteracy can be harmful.
The orc lifts you by your belt with his forefinger, his face slowly reddening.
"Who're ya' tryin' ta give me to, huh, squirt?!," he asks conversationaly.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 139
Mercy! Mayhap thinketh thee tis' Arabian Knights thou art in? Gooaan!
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 140
Dropped.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 142
The coin is neatly wrapped in a crumpled candy wrapper.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 143
The glass case is completely sealed from all four sides.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 144
An orc followed you in, carefully scrutinizing your load. Upon sighting the
gold, his eyeballs bulge out revoltingly and he slowly closes in on you.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 145
Huh?!!!!
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 146
There is a snarling, ferocious looking beast in the cage, eyeing you hungrily.
Thank God he's in a cage.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 147
Besides the fact, that there isn't any way in, I wouldn't go in there for any
money.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 148
As you pull the trigger, you hear a loud click, and a sign reading "POW!",
emerges, unrolls, rolls back up, and zips back into the ancient revolver.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 149
Opened.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 150
Closed.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 151
The iron gates stand at the mouth of the cave.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 152
The gates are currently closed and bolted with a staff through the rings.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 153
The gates are currently closed.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 154
The iron gates stand at the mouth of the cave. Two iron rings protrude from
the center of each gate. The gates are currently open.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 155
The tall, thin crown is made of pure diamond. It is set with a beautiful,
dazzling ruby, showering bright red light over it.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 156
The tall, thin crown is made of pure diamond. A gaping hole adorns the very
center of the crown.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 157
The old, wooden pail is filled to the brim with murky water, which trickles
out of the numerous cracks on it. A block rests at the bottom of the pail.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 158
There is an old, rotting trapdoor at the bottom of the well, which is
currently open.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 159
You wrap it neatly with the crumpled candy wrapper.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 163
The small lunchbox looks the same as any other lunchbox you've seen, with
a keyhole located under the lid. The lunchbox is currently open.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 164
The small lunchbox looks the same as any other lunchbox you've seen, with
a keyhole located under the lid. The lunchbox is currently closed.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 165
It's locked.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 168
The candle is extinguished.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 169
The candle is lit.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 174
You try to chew it but its leather-like texture makes it much like trying to
chew on a boot. Swallowing it whole, you start gagging, and rapidly
suffocating as you fall to the ground with a thud. With a final twitch, you
expire.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 176
The royal emblem of Squynchian Lords is imprinted atop the door. It is
glowing a radiant green.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 177
The royal emblem of Squynchian Lords is imprinted atop the door. It is
glowing a radiant red.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 178
Sure! No sweat! Why didn't I think of that one?
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 179
The vase smashes into smithereens, revealing a sales tag.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 181
Yaaaaaaouuuuuwwwwwwrggghhhh!!!!! Now then, do you feel better?
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 182
It's closed. The emblem atop the door flashes red in warning.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 183
Fine. The $NOUN$ now rests on the scale.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 184
There is a block in the pail.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 185
The block is in the pail!
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 186
The block is very slippery, and drops back in with a splash.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 187
The bars are made of a sturdy steel, enclosing a ferocious looking beast
within.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 188
The bars are made of a sturdy steel, which are currently open.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 189
There isn't anything really in the cage, save for some bones. The gates of
the cage are open.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 190
You don't have the strength. Especially in the height of your exhaustion.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 191
You can't seem to make it budge. Perhaps it's jammed.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 192
Hitting a boulder?! How absolutely ridiculous! Ha!
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 194
The clothpin is now firmly pinned to your nose, successfully obstructing your
nasal passage, entirely obliterating your sense of smell.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 195
It IS pinned to your nose.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 196
You look so absolutely ridiculous, that you hastily snatch it off, stealing
embarassed glances from side to side.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 197
The ghastly, lurid smell becomes so abhorently unbearable, that you slowly
begin suffocating from holding your breath so long. You rush out of the room
gasping for fresh air.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 198
You open the vial, expectant, hopeful, only to notice it's empty. EMPTY! HA!
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 199
What $NOUN$? You don't have that.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 200
The spraycan emits a shot of such a repugnant odor, that the smell worsens a
tenfold. You rush out of the frightful smell, as you hear the hermit sniffing
the air delicately, remarking about the pleasant change of atmosphere.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 201
The spraycan emits a shot of such a repulsive odor, that you wrinkle your nose
in disgust.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 203
The shiny vial is currently open. Some lettering is inscribed on the vial.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 204
The shiny vial is currently closed. Some lettering is inscribed on the vial.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 208
Such illiteracy may be harmful.
The orc lifts you by your belt with his forefinger, his face slowly reddening.
" Who're ya tryin' ta show me to, huh, squirt?" he asks menacingly.
His two huge hands grab you by your shoulders, spin you around, and sends
you stumbling forward with a powerful shove.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 210
The pipe is now lit and it warms up a bit.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 211
The massive drawbridge is currently down.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 212
Kicking it results in nothing but a sore toe.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 213
There is a small piece of paper laying at the bottom of the vase, unable to be
reached due to the small opening.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 214
It's open.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 217
Towards which direction do you wish to exit?
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 218
You look so absolutely ridiculous, standing there with your hand poised on
your nose, that you hastily snatch it off, stealing embarassed glances from
side to side.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 219
Screwed up again, did you?
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 222
Yes, there is definitely something inside.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 223
No doubt you'd be asking for bread crumbs soon, in order to bake it as well.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 225
The orc, with frightening force, missiles in at your hand, catching the gold
mid-air. Incredously, he grunts, "Haven't done stunts like that in ages!"
Head thrown back in uncontrollable guffawing, he leaves the room.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 226
There is a bar of gold here, embedded in the center of an X. Now what's a bar
of gold doin' in middle of an X, in a Pirate's cove?
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 227
A Squynchian maid comes bounceswinging in, humming a mincing little tune.
Upon seeing you, she draws herself up to a stop, waits a second while groping
for words. "Well! Gave me quite a fright you did!", she admonishes sternly.
"In any case, to use the clothpin just say >PIN <object> WITH CLOTHPIN.
Giving you a knowing wink, she retreats back out the door, adjusting her
apron.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 229
It already IS on the clothline.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 230
You can't pin that.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 231
You climb up the tree.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 240
There is a clothpin attached to the clothline.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 241
It IS unpinned.
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 242
You can't unpin that!
END_MESSAGE
MESSAGE 243
The clothpin just barely keeps out the lurid odor, as you bend down and snatch
the vial from the ground. The hermit haughtily declares how silly you look,
as if there were some bad smell around here.
END_MESSAGE