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
