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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
   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."                                         
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 20
   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 fades from sight.                                                        
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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.                                                                      
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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.                                             
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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.                           
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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

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...                                                                       
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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.                                          
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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?                                                               
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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?                                                                     
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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.                                                                       
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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?                                                             
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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.                                                                      
                                                                                  
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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.                                       
                                                                                  
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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#                                                   
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