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MESSAGE 1
   All right, please type in your age.                                            
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MESSAGE 2
   O.K., switching to LEWD mode.  (And boy, are you going to get clobbered if     
   you're lying!!)                                                                
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MESSAGE 3
   You're a kid!  So we stay in TAME mode.                                        
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MESSAGE 4
   Okey dokey, switching to Tame mode.... ho-hum.                                 
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MESSAGE 5
   That was very refreshing!  You feel nourished and healthy.                     
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MESSAGE 6
   The bowl is old and has several cracks in it.  It can't hold water.            
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MESSAGE 7
   O.K., the Holy Grail is now filled with water.                                 
   (By the way, are you sure you know what you're doing?)                         
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MESSAGE 8
   The drawbridge has to be down before you can cross it.                         
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MESSAGE 9
   You cross over the drawbridge to the other side.                               
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MESSAGE 10
   The spell has finally worn off!  You are back to being you again!              
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MESSAGE 11
   You are a tree.  You can't do much more than try to shake your branches a      
   little.                                                                        
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MESSAGE 12
   You are an apple and you are stuck here.  Better hope a hungry worm doesn't    
   happen along!                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 13
   You are a shamrock, saints and begorrah!  You are starting to take root here!  
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MESSAGE 14
   Frogs can't do that!                                                           
                                                                                  
   Frustrated, you start to sing, "It's not easy being green....."                
   which comes out as:                                                            
   "Ribit ... CROOOAAAK ... reedeepreedeepreedeep ..."                            
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MESSAGE 15
   Salamanders can't do that!                                                     
                                                                                  
   Frustrated, you start to sing, "It's not easy being red....."                  
   which comes out as:                                                            
                                                                                  
                                                                                  
                                                                                  
   Oops.  That's right.  Salamanders don't have voices, do they.                  
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MESSAGE 16
   Lizards can't do that!                                                         
                                                                                  
   In quiet contemplation, you once again think about your favorite Wall Street   
   hero, Gordon Gecko ...                                                         
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MESSAGE 17
   You have put the silver platter in the depression on the west end of the       
   dining table.  It fits nicely.                                                 
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MESSAGE 18
   You have put the wide bowl on the table.  It is near the middle of this end of 
   the dining table.                                                              
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MESSAGE 19
   You have put the bleeding lance on the east end of the dining table.           
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MESSAGE 20
   All of a sudden, you see a blinding light and hear a sound like choirs of      
   angels singing!  You turn toward the sound, but the light is so bright you are 
   unable to see anything.                                                        
                                                                                  
   Just as mysteriously as it began, the sound stops.  You notice that this room  
   is much brighter now, and the reason is the wide bowl!  It is filling the      
   dining room with light.                                                        
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MESSAGE 21
   You have been turned into a tree.                                              
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MESSAGE 22
   You have been turned into an apple.                                            
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MESSAGE 23
   You have been turned into a shamrock.                                          
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MESSAGE 24
   You have been turned into a frog.                                              
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MESSAGE 25
   You have been turned into a salamander.                                        
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MESSAGE 26
   You have been turned into a lizard.                                            
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MESSAGE 27
   You turn your little green body and hop to the $verb$.                         
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MESSAGE 28
   Thankfully, you can still crawl, although you are somewhat bothered by your    
   little red tail dragging on the ground.                                        
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MESSAGE 29
   Fortunately, you can still scurry about, although you are somewhat annoyed     
   because you have a burning desire to eat spiders and bugs.                     
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MESSAGE 30
   O.K.                                                                           
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MESSAGE 31
   "No!  I don't do that with live people!  What kind of girl do you think I am,  
   a pervert or something?"                                                       
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MESSAGE 32
   HEY!  I hope you realize that you are walking around naked as a jaybird!       
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 33
   I'm sorry, but you have already used up all of your nervous energy.            
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MESSAGE 34
   You're not getting out of this room that way!                                  
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MESSAGE 35
   "AAAUUUGGGHHH!  YOWOWOWOW!  Yipe!  Yipe!  Yipe!"  You yell and whoop in a      
   screaming frenzy, turning handsprings as you race around the room.  Before you 
   know it (and, more importantly, before you can be attacked), you are out of    
   the room and you have saved your skin.  (But that's about all you managed to   
   save.  Everything must have fallen out of your pockets.)                       
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MESSAGE 36
   Before you can do anything, the flying carpet zooms off the floor (with you on 
   it) and takes you for a wild ride!  You zoom up, down, and in various other    
   directions through different rooms of the Castle.  You have no idea where      
   you are going, or have been, because you are hanging on for dear life!         
   Finally the carpet deposits you on the ground and zooms away.                  
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 37
   You are on a flying carpet!  But as it starts to lift you off the ground, your 
   amulet quivers, then shines with a brilliant light!  The carpet rapidly        
   disintegrates and soon is no more.                                             
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 38
   Before you can do anything, the trap door opens and you fall down, down, down! 
   You land on the ground with a thud.  You get up and dust yourself off.  There  
   are no broken bones, but where are you now?                                    
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 39
   You are on a trap door!  But before the door can snap open, your amulet        
   quivers, then shines with a brilliant light!  The trap door vanishes.          
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 40
   As you intone the prayer, you notice a presence in the room.  You turn around  
   to find a strangely beautiful, very exotic-looking woman.  She is dressed      
   entirely in green, with long gloves and a tight outfit that looks like it is   
   made of snake skin.  As she slowly walks up to you, you notice her jet black   
   hair and green eyes.                                                           
                                                                                  
   "I," she says as she moves closer, "am the high priesssstess of the Great      
   Hydra.  Your offering issss most generoussss."  You feel her hands on your     
   hips as they move slowly up and over your pockets, and you sense that your     
   load is a bit lighter.  You feel something pressed into your hand, and then    
   you feel gloved hands tracing their way up your back.  As her hands reach your 
   shoulders, they pull you toward glistening lips covered with green lipstick.   
   Her lips are soft but firm.  They feel like pure pleasure.                     
                                                                                  
   "Do you like that?"  She smiles.  "There'ssss more where that came from," she  
   says, as she and the altar slowly fade away.                                   
                                                                                  
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MESSAGE 41
   As you intone the prayer, you notice a presence in the room.  You turn around  
   to find a woman with jet black hair and green eyes slowly walking up to you.   
   She is strangely beautiful, very exotic-looking.  She is dressed entirely in   
   green, with long gloves and a snake skin outfit so tight that you do not know  
   where the outfit ends and her real skin begins.                                
                                                                                  
   "I," she says as she moves closer, "am the high priesssstess of the Great      
   Hydra.  Your offering issss most generoussss."  You feel her hands on your     
   hips as they move slowly up and over your pockets, and you sense that your     
   load is a bit lighter.  You feel something pressed into your hand, and then    
   you feel gloved hands tracing their way up your back.  As her hands reach your 
   shoulders, they pull you toward glistening lips covered with green lipstick.   
   Her lips are soft but firm.  As her tongue slowly probes your mouth, you get   
   the distinct impression that her tongue has more than one point.               
                                                                                  
   "Lie down," she whispers as she walks behind the altar.  You remove what       
   you're wearing and do so.  She emerges wearing her gloves and short boots, but 
   nothing else.  She drops to the floor and slowly slithers toward you.  In a    
   moment she is on top of you.                                                   
                                                                                  
   Time passes.  You are amazed.  You have never before experienced a woman whose 
   body was as flexible as hers.                                                  
                                                                                  
   "Do you like that?"  She smiles.  "There'ssss more where that came from," she  
   says, as she and the altar slowly fade away.                                   
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 42
   As you intone the prayer, you notice a presence in the room.  You turn around  
   to find a strangely beautiful, very exotic-looking woman.  She is dressed      
   entirely in green, with long gloves and a tight outfit that looks like it is   
   made of snake skin.  As she slowly walks up to you, you notice her jet black   
   hair and green eyes.                                                           
                                                                                  
   "I," she says as she moves closer, "am the high priesssstess of the Great      
   Hydra.  We will gladly acssssept your offering."  You feel her hands on your   
   hips as they move slowly up and over your pockets, and you sense that your     
   load is a bit lighter.  You feel something pressed into your hand, and then    
   you feel gloved hands tracing their way up your back.                          
                                                                                  
   "Do you like that?"  She smiles.  "There'ssss more where that came from," she  
   says, as she and the altar slowly fade away.                                   
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 43
   "Find me again," you hear her say in a breathy voice, "in the hallway          
   ssssoutheast of the Torture Chamber."  With that, she and the altar vanish.    
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 44
   "I want more," you hear her whisper, "at the top of the rotunda easssst of     
   the sssspiral sssstaircase."  With that, she and the altar vanish.             
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 45
   "Come to me," she says, "where you firsssst found me."  With that, she and the 
   altar vanish.                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 46
   You hear a hissing and gurgling sound coming from the water in the Grail.      
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 47
   As you intone the prayer, the room suddenly becomes pitch black.  You cannot   
   see anything.  Then, just as mysteriously as the lights went out, the lights   
   come on.                                                                       
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MESSAGE 48
   As you hold the amulet tightly, it quivers a bit and then begins to shine with 
   a brilliant light!  The $Noun$ fades away and disappears.                      
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 49
   In a blinding flash of light, the amulet disappears and is replaced            
   by the $adjective$ $Noun$.                                                     
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MESSAGE 50
   The amulet soars through the air, hitting the $Noun$                           
   squarely.  The amulet explodes with earth-shattering force.                    
   Thick green smoke covers the $Noun$ and the amulet.                            
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 51
   As you intone the prayer, you hear a deep, resonant voice booming throughout   
   the room.  "The Great Satan shall command the mighty Azazel to your side, but  
   you must first best him in combat."                                            
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 52
   As you intone the prayer, the red amulet begins to glow, softly at first and   
   then ever more brightly.  Finally it bursts into a shower of sparks, fire,     
   and black smoke!  As the smoke begins to clear, you see in front of you the    
   jeweled banner of Hell, with the mighty Azazel carrying it!  "Let lesser men   
   and demons tremble," he thunders, "for the mighty Azazel standeth before ye!"  
                                                                                  
   As Azazel takes a good look at you, his expression changes dramatically.       
   "What!  Thou art the mortal who drove me back to Hades!"  Livid with rage, he  
   lifts his standard to smite you!  But he catches himself.  "Puny insect        
   that thou art," he grumbles, "I must obey the command of the Prince of         
   Darkness that I aid thy quest.  We must hurry, for the King of the Underworld  
   groweth impatient."                                                            
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 53
   "The $Noun$ is beloved of the Lord Satan," Azazel says.                        
   "I cannot."                                                                    
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MESSAGE 54
   "Mortal," Azazel says, "I am scarcely closer to the completion of my quest.    
   The Infernal Lord must have taken leave of his senses when he ordered me here! 
   I shall not stay around for thy amusement," he thunders, and disappears in a   
   cloud of black smoke.                                                          
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 55
   "Puny $Noun$," Azazel thunders, "thou blocketh the path                        
   of Azazel, who be on a quest on behalf of the Lord Satan                       
   himself!"  As he raises his standard, #VAR9# dark demons                       
   appear around the $Noun$ and drag it away!                                     
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 56
   As you squeeze the amulet, it flies out of your hand to the center of the room 
   and explodes in a shower of sparks and smoke!  As the smoke clears, you notice 
   a presence in the room...                                                      
                                                                                  
   "What the?  Where am I now?" the Witch says, looking about.  "Rats!  I must    
   have put too much eye of newt in ... wait a minute," she says, as she sees     
   you.  "You're the one responsible for this, aren't you!"                       
                                                                                  
   You look around pathetically as you hold up two empty hands.                   
                                                                                  
   "I ought to turn you into a salamander for interrupting my beauty sleep," she  
   says, shaking her wand at you.  "But I wasn't sleeping.  I wanted to come back 
   to bump off a few more of these creepies, and what happens?  I get my wish."   
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 57
   You've got to beat the Witch before you can conjure her.                       
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 58
   You hear a hissing and gurgling sound coming from the Grail.  As you peer in,  
   you see that the red amulet is slowly dissolving in the water.  All of a       
   sudden, you see vast quantities of orange smoke issue forth from the Grail,    
   blinding your sight!  After a short while, you can see something through the   
   smoke that is illuminated by the light of the Grail.  It is a tall, imposing,  
   hooded figure, with a sickle -- none other than the Black Death!               
                                                                                  
   "By virtue of the spell you have cast," says Death, "I have been compelled to  
   aid you in your wanderings.  Do not think I have forgotten you," Death says    
   sternly as he points to a hole in his cloak, "but it is not now time for me to 
   deal with your insolence.  I shall do what you ask, but you must hurry, puny   
   mortal, for not even the Almighty can hold me against my will for long."       
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 59
   "No," says Death, "I shall not take the life of this creature purely for your  
   amusement.  Your pointless commands have abused the Almighty's trust in you,   
   and His hold on me grows weak."  He raises his sickle high over his head.      
   "And now," Death says, "I am free to pay you the wages of your deeds."  With a 
   mighty stroke of his sickle, he chops off your head.  You vanish in a cloud of 
   green smoke.                                                                   
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 60
   With one mighty swing of his sickle, Death cleaves the                         
   $Noun$ into two pieces.  The $Noun$ vanishes                                   
   in a cloud of green smoke.                                                     
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 61
   You wander around the countryside for a while but you haven't really           
   gone anywhere.                                                                 
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 62
   You can't do that now.  (Take things one at a time here.)                      
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 63
   Creaking as it moves, the south door swings closed and slams shut with a       
   mighty crash!                                                                  
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 64
   You light a match and watch it burn out harmlessly.                            
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 65
   There are #VAR6# matches in the matchbook.                                     
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MESSAGE 66
   You only have one match left!                                                  
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MESSAGE 67
   You have no more matches, and you toss the matchbook away.                     
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 68
   Oops!  I think your candles have just burned out.                              
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 69
   You blow out each of the five candles.                                         
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MESSAGE 70
   You sense that there is someone behind you.  You spin around, only to see a    
   gorgeous woman in a black fishnet body stocking racing off with your           
   treasures.  You see her turn around and smile, but she is much too fast for    
   you and is out of sight in an instant.                                         
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 71
   Out from the shadows, a beautiful, curvaceous woman in a black fishnet         
   body stocking jumps in front of you!  Before you can react, she holds up       
   a huge, glowing moonstone and sets it on the ground.  You cannot take your     
   eyes off the moonstone, and you find that you cannot move no matter how hard   
   you try.  The Thief walks up to you, running her hands up and down your body   
   to find, and methodically relieve you of, your valuables.  After convincing    
   herself that you have nothing else of value hidden in your robe, she           
   caresses your face, smiling at your pitiful condition.  Then she picks up      
   the moonstone and runs away in an instant.  You can move again, but it is      
   too late to do anything about your valuables.                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 72
   You sense that there is someone behind you.  You spin around, only to see a    
   gorgeous woman in a tight black outfit racing off with your treasures.  She is 
   much too fast for you, and she is out of sight before you can do anything.     
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 73
   Out from the shadows, a beautiful woman in a tight black outfit jumps in front 
   of you, holding up a huge, glowing moonstone!  You cannot take your eyes off   
   the moonstone, and you find that you cannot move no matter how hard you try.   
   The Thief walks closer to you, with moonstone in hand, while her other hand    
   searches your pockets and methodically relieves you of your valuables.  After  
   convincing herself that you have nothing else of value hidden in your robe,    
   she caresses your face, smiling at your pitiful condition.  Then she runs away 
   in an instant.  You feel you can move again, but it is too late to do anything 
   about your valuables.                                                          
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 74
   The Thief easily jumps out of the way of your attack, handsprings toward you,  
   and attacks with a roundhouse kick!                                            
                                                                                  
   You managed to duck just in the nick of time!                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 75
   The Thief effortlessly ducks your attack, quickly runs to the side of the      
   room, pulls a sharp, nasty Ninja star out of the wall, and throws it at you!   
                                                                                  
   You jump!  The star narrowly misses you and buries itself in the wall!         
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 76
   The Thief eyes you warily, not quite believing that                            
   you want to give her something that valuable.  As you                          
   keep holding the $Noun$ out to her, however, tears                             
   begin to well up in her eyes.  "Nobody was ever that                           
   nice to me before," she sobs as she buries her head                            
   in your chest.                                                                 
                                                                                  
   After a few moments she looks up at you.  "I'm not going to steal from you     
   again," she says.  "I respect you.  So let's be friends.  Call me Chanel."     
   She walks closer to you.  The black netting of her outfit seems to get more    
   transparent the closer she gets.  She stops a foot in front of you, takes      
   your hands, and guides them over her curvaceous body.  She smiles and presses  
   her body against you while she kisses you deeply.  In a few minutes, the two   
   of you are still standing in the same spot but are breathing much more         
   heavily.  Her body stocking and your robe are in a heap on the floor.          
                                                                                  
   Time passes...                                                                 
                                                                                  
   Chanel picks your robe up off the floor and tosses it to you.  As you both get 
   dressed, she takes your face in her hands and kisses you.  "I'm going to go    
   now, but I'm going to see you again."  With that, she runs out of the room.    
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 77
   The Thief eyes you warily, not quite believing that                            
   you want to give her something that valuable.  As you                          
   keep holding the $Noun$ out to her, however, tears                             
   begin to well up in her eyes.                                                  
                                                                                  
   "Nobody was ever that nice to me before," she sobs as she buries her head in   
   your chest.  After a few moments she looks up at you.  "I'm not going to       
   steal from you again," she says.  "I respect you.  So let's be friends.  Call  
   me Chanel."  She takes your face in her hands and kisses you.  "I'm going to   
   go now, but I'm going to see you again."  With that, she runs out of the room. 
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 78
   She takes it, but she does not appear to be impressed.                         
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 79
   "The Thief isn't that strange of a person," the Scientist says.  "It's pretty  
   obvious what she likes.  You just have to show her a little kindness."  He     
   pauses for a moment.  "Oh, and if you ever do talk to her, don't mention that  
   the two of us had spoken.  Keep it under your hat, won't you?"                 
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 80
   You hold the moonstone in front of the $Noun$.                                 
   Unfortunately, the $Noun$ is not fazed in the least.                           
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 81
   You hold the moonstone in front of the $Noun$, and it                          
   stops in its tracks.  As the $Noun$ stands rooted                              
   to the spot, it is easy prey for your assault, and                             
   vanishes in a cloud of green smoke.                                            
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 82
   The banshee is too busy wailing to notice that you are talking.                
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 83
   "Ah," she says.  "It's a long, long way down to the floor, isn't it, my dear   
   adventurer?"  She tugs you toward the edge of the staircase.                   
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 84
   The $adjective$ $noun$ merely snarls at you in response.                       
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 85
   The $adjective$ $Noun$ listens but does not respond.                           
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 86
   "This is my space," she says.  "I am going to have to teach you a lesson about 
   respecting other people's homes."  With that, she pulls a Ninja star out of    
   the wall.                                                                      
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 87
   The leprechauns eye you warily as you speak.  One of them turns to another who 
   is carrying a staff.  "O'Darby," says the first, "you ever use your magic      
   staff on a human?"                                                             
                                                                                  
   "Relax, O'Malley," the second replies.  "If he makes a false move, I'll        
   fix 'im."                                                                      
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 88
   The witch doctor is beating his drums so loudly he cannot hear you.            
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 89
   "You amaze me, human," Death says.  "Most do not care to be acquainted with me 
   prior to the appointed time for us to meet formally."                          
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 90
   "Foolish mortal, you have no time for idle chatter!"                           
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 91
   "Your words are insignificant to me, mortal.  I regard them as you would the   
   yelping of a dog."                                                             
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 92
   "I will consider your prayer."                                                 
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 93
   If you do that, everything in the Grail will fall into the moat.               
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 94
   Circe eyes Bella warily.  "I didn't invite you into my home," Circe says to    
   her, "even if it is my part-time home."  With one gesture, a cloud of orange   
   smoke forms around Bella.  "She isn't harmed," she says to you as the cloud    
   vanishes.  "I just sent her home.  She doesn't fool me; she's just a little    
   spring chicken.  Now," she says with a widening smile, "you can experience a   
   mature woman."                                                                 
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 95
   The $Object$ doesn't drink.                                                    
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 96
   That medicine doesn't belong to the $Object$.                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 97
   The $Object$ doesn't want the $noun$.                                          
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 98
   [to God]                                                                       
   Rest assured that He has heard your prayers, and has made sure that some holy  
   relics will be available to you.                                               
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 99
   With your bare hands?  Are you crazy?                                          
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 100
   As you hold the silver platter up in front of your face, the basilisk, in      
   puzzlement, looks at it intently.  Despite your shaking hands, the basilisk is 
   able to see something in the platter -- itself!  When it realizes that it has  
   been tricked, it shrieks and turns away.  But it is too late.  Its legs and    
   tail have already turned into granite.  The basilisk screeches and writhes as  
   more and more of its body turns to stone, but is finally overcome.  When its   
   head is completely petrified, it disappears in a cloud of green smoke.         
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 101
   The creature is guarding the $Noun$ and won't let                              
   you take it.                                                                   
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 102
   The $Noun$ is unhurt by your feeble attack.                                    
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 103
   Phew!  You turned your eyes away from it just in the nick of time!             
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 104
   As you turn your head, you come face to face with ... the basilisk's face.  It 
   is a frightening sight!  As you try to run away, however, you notice that your 
   feet are stuck to the ground, and they are solid granite!  Flailing your arms  
   about doesn't help, as more and more of your body turns to stone ...           
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 105
   [With your bare hands]                                                         
   You grab one of Cerberus's three heads and attempt to strangle it.  Cerberus   
   recoils in terror!  No mere mortal has ever dared to come this close to it for 
   the past 3000 years!  As its three heads crash against each other, Cerberus    
   turns tail and runs -- and slams right into the wall with a sickening          
   impact!  As the creature staggers to the floor, it disappears in a cloud of    
   green smoke.                                                                   
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 106
   Cerberus easily evades your feeble attack.                                     
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 107
   It then decides that you have been too much of an annoyance.  It easily picks  
   you up by your neck and drags you, yelling and screaming, through the Castle.  
   It deposits you in a windowless room and then trots away.                      
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 108
   "Hostility does not impress me," she says.  "Jason's Argonauts once came to my 
   home in the Greek Islands.  They wanted to party, which wasn't so bad, but     
   they also wanted to trash my place!  So I turned them into pigs and goats and  
   sheep and things.  But I have something a little different in mind for you."   
                                                                                  
   As she gestures toward you, you feel yourself shrinking...                     
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 109
   "Nothing doing.  That's mine."                                                 
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 110
   She seems happy to be touched.                                                 
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 111
   You reach out to kiss Circe.  (You actually don't mind.  She must be 4000      
   years old but doesn't look a day over 40.)  As you do, a wave of wild passion  
   overcomes her.  "Hold on," she says.  "Nobody's done THAT to me in ... in ...  
   in a very long time.  Don't move!  I'm going to go freshen up and I'll be      
   right back!"  With that, she scampers out of the room.                         
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 112
   It doesn't take long for her to realize what you're up to, and she likes it!   
   (So do you, actually.  She must be 4000 years old but doesn't look a day over  
   40.)  As you start kissing and nuzzling, you see her hat fall to the ground,   
   followed by her robe, followed shortly by everything else she was wearing.     
                                                                                  
   You notice that she would be in terrific shape even if she were 40, and is     
   remarkably talented at what she is doing.  "Yes, you might say I've learned    
   some things over the years," she pants, "even though it has been a while since 
   I last had a caller!"  As you both go at it faster and faster, her moaning     
   steadily increases in intensity.                                               
                                                                                  
   Time passes ...                                                                
                                                                                  
   As you roll over completely exhausted, Circe stands up and picks up her        
   clothes.  "Oh," she said, "I haven't had that good a time since Odysseus!  But 
   I really have to take a little nap now ..."  With clothes in hand, she walks   
   out of the room.                                                               
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 113
   "I'm not in the mood," Circe says.  "Yet."                                     
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 114
   As you give her the bottle of wine, she gleefully accepts it and, with a wave  
   of her hand, conjures up two wine glasses.  She gives you one glass and fills  
   it, and then fills her own.  As you take your first sip, you hear her say,     
   "Mmm.  This is good!" at the same time she is refilling her glass.  Scarcely   
   another minute goes by before she is filling her glass again.  "This is        
   wonderful," she says, "where did you get this?"  But you just smile and say,   
   "Oh, it's just something I picked up along the way.  The way here, I mean."    
   By the time you finish your glass, she has finished the rest of the bottle     
   and has tossed it away.  She has a wide smile across her face.                 
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 115
   You drink the whole bottle and toss it away.  You feel a bit more relaxed      
   and carefree now.                                                              
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 116
   The leprechauns scatter and evade your attack.  One of them pulls out his      
   magical staff and waves it at you.  You feel yourself start to shrink,         
   faster and faster, and your feet seem like they are sinking into the earth.    
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 117
   "Take yourrr grubby mitts offa that, mon!"                                     
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 118
   The leprechauns dance around the pot of gold, overjoyed at the return of their 
   treasure!  As they dance, each of them dips their hands into the pot and       
   scoops out a handful of tiny gold coins.  After a short while, they huddle     
   together in the center of the room.  One of them, apparently their leader,     
   emerges from the conference and says, "We think you're a good sort to return   
   the pot of gold from the end of the rainbow.  So we've decided to let you have 
   it."  You pick up the pot, and you notice that the pot has magically filled    
   itself with coins again.  "The next time a rainbow appears," the leprechaun    
   leader continues, "we'll be there and we'll get ourselves another pot."        
                                                                                  
   "But in the meantime," another leprechaun pipes up as he shakes his (very      
   full) pockets, "we're going to go into town and have a good time!"             
                                                                                  
   "Yeahhh," the rest of the leprechauns cheer and whoop as they file             
   out of the room.                                                               
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 119
   You aim your trusty crossbow toward one of the goblins and pull the trigger.   
   The arrow soars through the air, transfixing the goblin and pinning it against 
   the wall.  The other goblins rush to its aid, but it is too late.  The         
   expanding cloud of green smoke has already enveloped the first goblin, and, as 
   the other goblins shriek, it surrounds them as well.  When the smoke vanishes, 
   you see not a trace of any of the goblins.                                     
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 120
                                                                                  
   The goblins chortle and jeer at your miserable attempt to attack them.  One of 
   them pulls out some magic dust and throws it at you!  Coughing and choking,    
   you find that....                                                              
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 121
   The goblins won't let you take the $Noun$.                                     
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 122
   As you pull the trigger, a monstrous fireball leaps from the end of your wand  
   and burns the Hound to a crisp.                                                
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 123
   The Hound nimbly jumps out of the way and avoids your attack.                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 124
   Chortling and cackling, the mad scientist easily dodges your attack.           
                                                                                  
   Looking for a way to retaliate, he seizes a vial from one of his experiments   
   and throws it at you!  You duck just in time, but the vial hits the wall and   
   breaks into a thousand pieces, releasing billowing clouds of orange smoke all  
   around you!  As the smoke clears, you discover to your horror that ...         
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 125
   The scientist snatches the bottle from your hand and examines it while         
   watching you out of the corner of his eye.  Quickly he unscrews the cap and    
   takes a whiff of the contents, and then takes a long pull directly from the    
   bottle.  He convulses forward, wheezes hoarsely, and slumps to the floor.      
   After a few seconds, he calmly stands up, dusts himself off, picks the bottle  
   off the floor, screws on the cap, and then goes back to his desk.  Then he     
   notices you.  "Where did you come from?" he says.                              
                                                                                  
   After studying the look of disbelief on your face, he looks at the medicine    
   bottle again.  "I must have misplaced my medicine," he says.  "I do that from  
   time to time.  Thank you for finding it."  Please tell me if there is any way  
   I can repay you."  With that, he puts the bottle in his lab coat.              
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 126
   The mad scientist is too busy running around the room to talk to you, or       
   anyone else, about anything!                                                   
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 127
   The scientist doesn't seem to want to listen to you.  "This castle is a        
   wonderful place," he says.  "Studied here all my life.  It has the best        
   library in the country.  But there are a few things I found out that even the  
   Library won't tell you.  I make the most effective magic potions in the        
   country," he says, "because of the things that I found out.  You would be      
   amazed to know about Satan and the cults within the Castle, that the Holy      
   Grail has magical properties, and that the Nine-headed Hydra and the sorceress 
   Circe live in the Castle.  There is also a curious but very beautiful woman    
   they call the Thief."                                                          
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 128
   "Circe is a wonderful woman," he says.  "Very, very talented, and a marvelous  
   transformation artist.  But she gets to be so lonely sometimes."               
                                                                                  
   "But if you like her so much," you say, "why don't you and she ... uh ... get  
   together?"                                                                     
                                                                                  
   "Me?" the scientist replies, looking at his wrinkled hands and pulling on his  
   graying hair.  "I think I'm too old for her."                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 129
   "The Grail?" he says.  "I'm sure you've found it already.  But the trick is to 
   start getting it to act like a Grail.  Have you seen the northeast rotunda?"   
   He pauses.  "I really ought to go and find it again myself," he mumbles in a   
   barely audible voice.  "I always wanted to do some experiments with combining  
   holy water and pagan artifacts...."                                            
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 130
   "The Hydra," the scientist says, "currently has possession of the Castle's     
   royal crown.  But the eight Crown Jewels were removed from it and scattered    
   about the Castle.  Each of the Jewels has tremendous power, which can be       
   called forth by saying one word.  But the power must be focused, and the Crown 
   must be nearby, before the Jewels will be able to do anything.  It is said     
   that the secret of the Jewels is painted in one of the Castle's rooms.  One    
   thing still puzzles me, though.  Even if each of the eight Jewels were able to 
   slay one head of the Hydra, how do you deal with its ninth, and immortal,      
   head?"                                                                         
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 131
   "Satan," the scientist says, "is revered by most of the inhabitants of the     
   Castle.  There is one room in the Castle containing an altar of Satan and a    
   diagram of the Infernal Cosmogony.  Things have been known to happen if you    
   pray to Satan while following the correct ritual."                             
                                                                                  
   "In the Castle," he continues, "the Satan worshippers are in a number of cults 
   under Satan's chief devils.  The creatures in each cult all have something in  
   common.  There is also a chamber in the Castle dedicated to each cult, and     
   those in the chamber are able to move to another chamber by saying the name of 
   another deity in the Cosmogony."                                               
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 132
   "Here," says the scientist, "have one."  He puts a flask on the table.         
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 133
   You pull the trigger on the crossbow.  Before the roc can fly away, the golden 
   arrow buries itself deep within the beast.  The bird screeches and flaps its   
   wings, but to no avail.  It vanishes in a cloud of green smoke.                
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 134
   The roc, huge though it may be, easily flies away from your attack and turns   
   to respond.                                                                    
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 135
   Before you can think, the roc flies toward you and plucks you off the ground!  
   It flies through the halls and out a nearby window, circles around the castle  
   for a while (with you holding on for dear life).  It then swoops down and lets 
   go a few feet above the Castle courtyard.  You hit the ground with a thud,     
   shaken but in one piece.                                                       
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 136
   Hostility does not go over really well with witches.  As she waves her magic   
   wand, bolts of mystic energy jump out of the wand and into you.  You feel like 
   you are shrinking and collapsing...                                            
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 137
   With amazing agility for her apparent age, she gleefully takes the broom,      
   jumps on it, and begins flying around the room.  "This is great," she shouts,  
   "to have my transportation back again!  I've been a prisoner in this lousy     
   castle for far too long!"                                                      
                                                                                  
   You stare in awe as she circles overhead and then swoops down toward the       
   floor.  "You ever try this?" she cackles.  "It's one heck of a lot better than 
   those big-city roller coasters.  No seat belts on this thing to hold you back! 
   If you want to try it sometime, come outside.  This room is much too small and 
   too low for good flying.  Whee!"  With that, she zooms out of the room.        
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 138
   After you exchange pleasantries, the witch introduces herself as Bella.  "I    
   had come to the castle one day, just to see if I could learn any new spells,   
   when out of nowhere this girl in a tight green outfit appears -- you know, one 
   of the Hydra's goons -- and she takes my broom away and vanishes!  And there's 
   no way to get away from here without flying, so I've been stuck here ever      
   since.  But now," she says as she holds her broom high, "I can come and go     
   whenever I want, and -- what is more important -- I can fly again!"            
                                                                                  
   With that, she jumps on her broom, soars up into the sky, spins around, swoops 
   back to the ground, and scoops you up!  You clamber onto the broom and hold on 
   for dear life as the witch soars faster and faster around the countryside!     
   Before you know it, she goes into a dive right above the Castle, and just as   
   you are about to hit the courtyard, the broom screeches to a halt.  You        
   stagger off the broom.  "What's the matter?" the witch says.  "You look almost 
   as pale as one of the ghosts I met just a few days ago!"                       
                                                                                  
   "No matter," the witch continues.  "Now that I'm free again, I feel like       
   giving those castle creeps some payback for keeping me here this long.  Let's  
   go back up there and KICK SOME BEHIND!!"                                       
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 139
   "Excuse me?  Shouldn't we at least be introduced before doing that kind of     
   thing?"                                                                        
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 140
   "Oh!  You're insatiable!  Once a day is all I can handle!"                     
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 141
   As you reach toward the witch, she smiles knowingly and waves her wand.        
   Before you can blink an eye, you realize that you are in the Royal Bedchamber, 
   and the witch isn't there any more but a beautiful, voluptuous redhead stands  
   before you!                                                                    
                                                                                  
   "I'm Bella," she says.  "Surprised?  Don't be.  This is what I really look     
   like.  But when you look like I do you have vampires and goblins and zombies   
   bothering you all the time.  Life is lots easier when you look like, uh, a     
   real witch."  You can do nothing but nod your head in agreement.               
                                                                                  
   "I thought this place," Bella says as she looks around the room, "would be     
   much more suitable for relaxing."  With that, she drops her broom and puts     
   both arms around you as you feel her soft lips press against yours again and   
   again.                                                                         
                                                                                  
   Time passes...                                                                 
                                                                                  
   "That felt very nice," she says, as she changes back to looking like an old    
   witch and picks up her broom.  "Okay.  Now let's show 'em no mercy."           
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 142
   As you reach toward the witch, she smiles knowingly and waves her wand.        
   Before you can blink an eye, you realize that you are in the Royal Bedchamber. 
   The witch isn't there any more but a beautiful, voluptuous redhead stands      
   before you in a very tiny thong bikini!                                        
                                                                                  
   "I'm Bella," she says.  "Surprised?  Don't be.  This is what I really look     
   like.  But when you look like I do you have all kinds of dead S.O.B.'s         
   bothering you all the time.  Let me tell you, before I learned how to change   
   my appearance I had to beat off the vampires and warlocks with a stick!  Life  
   is lots easier when you look like, uh, a real witch."  You can do nothing but  
   nod your head in agreement.                                                    
                                                                                  
   "I thought this place," Bella says as she looks around the room, "would be     
   much more suitable for relaxing."  With that, she drops her broom and puts     
   both arms around you as you feel her soft lips and warm body press against     
   yours again and again.  As you feel her hands roam over your body, you feel    
   all of your clothes being removed.  As the two of you start moving toward the  
   royal bed still intertwined, you find the bow tie at the back of her bikini    
   top and undo it.  It falls off easily as the two of you stretch out over the   
   luxurious satin sheets on the bed.  Then you reach for her bikini bottom...    
                                                                                  
   Time passes...                                                                 
                                                                                  
   "That felt fantastic," she says, as she changes back to looking like a fully   
   clothed old witch again.  She picks up her broom.  "Okay.  Now let's show 'em  
   no mercy."                                                                     
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 143
   "I'm sorry, I don't know how to deal with this guy."                           
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 144
   "Hey," she says, "I don't know about you, but this kicking butt stuff takes a  
   lot out of me.  I'd better go home because I need a nap and I need it badly.   
   Beauty sleep, you know."  With that, she jumps on her broom and flies away.    
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 145
   The Witch raises her wand and hurls a bolt of mystic energy at the             
   $Noun$, hitting it dead center.                                                
                                                                                  
   As it vanishes in a cloud of green smoke, the Witch blows on the tip of her    
   wand as if it were a gun she had just fired.                                   
                                                                                  
   "Didn't I tell you we would be kicking some butt?" she says.                   
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 146
   The Witch raises her wand and hurls a bolt of mystic energy at the             
   $Noun$, but it nimbly jumps out of the way.                                    
   "Damn!" she says.  "Missed it!"                                                
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 147
   The Witch raises her wand and hurls a bolt of mystic energy at the             
   $Noun$, hitting it dead center.                                                
   It is knocked back several feet, but shakes itself off, apparently unhurt.     
   "Blast!" she says.  "It developed a resistance to that one!  I'd better        
   try something else!"                                                           
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 148
   "Ptui!"                                                                        
                                                                                  
   I suppose that means she would prefer not to.                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 149
   You rip the pillow open.  Goose feathers are everywhere!                       
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 150
   You put the candles into the little depressions in the ground.                 
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 151
   The candles are already there!                                                 
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 152
   The two ten-branched candlesticks have space for twenty candles but you only   
   have five.  Desperately trying to make for proper aesthetics, you put          
   the candles in every fourth holder.                                            
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 153
   You strike a match and light the five candles.                                 
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 154
   You are now carrying the five candles.                                         
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 155
   You really should find a proper holder for these five candles before trying to 
   light them.                                                                    
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 156
   As you intone the name of the Prince of Darkness, a thick cloud of black smoke 
   forms around the pentagram.  As the smoke hits the feathers, they change into  
   green locusts!  The locusts, as if on cue, suddenly swarm together and         
   converge into the thick smoke at the center of the room, right over the        
   pentagram.  Slowly, you see an extremely tall human shape materialize within   
   it.  As the smoke dissipates, you notice that all the locusts are gone but     
   a huge, imposing human presence remains.                                       
                                                                                  
   "Mortal," the figure says in a thunderous voice, "I have been sent by He Who   
   Rules the Darkness to purge this castle according to the ritual you have       
   begun.  Rejoice, mortal, for the Prince of Evil has favored you with the       
   presence of the mighty Abaddon, King of the Demon Locusts!  You shall lead me  
   to the pestilence at once so that I may deal it a crushing blow."              
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 157
   "You shall not carry that hateful object in my presence!"                      
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 158
   Demons are not known for being big on patience.  I would suggest that you      
   figure out where you are going and get there quickly.                          
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 159
   "Ah," Abaddon thunders, "we have found what we seek!"                          
                                                                                  
   Somewhat alarmed at the sight of Abaddon's imposing presence, the Witch Doctor 
   pauses for just a moment before hurling his most terrible spells at Abaddon.   
   Bright, multicolored lights flash through the room as myriad types of mystic   
   bolts pummel the Angel of the Bottomless Pit.  He is knocked over briefly but, 
   when the barrage subsides, stands up and laughs.  Realizing the gravity of his 
   situation, the Witch Doctor turns and starts to run away, when a swarm of      
   hungry, winged demon locusts appears out of nowhere!  The swarm easily         
   overtakes the fleeing Witch Doctor and tears his flesh to little tiny pieces.  
                                                                                  
   "Mortal," Abaddon declares, "you are indeed fortunate that the Lord Satan      
   chose Abaddon for this task!  That infidel very well could have defeated       
   several of our lesser demons!  Know, mortal, that you have pleased the Prince  
   of Darkness.  As his reward to you, he wants you to know that he, too, wishes  
   the Hydra brought before him.  He has charged one of his most powerful         
   demons, his standard-bearer Azazel, with that task.  He will command Azazel to 
   appear before you if you obtain the red amulet of the Hydra, place it within   
   the pentagram, and invoke the name of the Infernal Lord.  As for me, I bid you 
   farewell, for my labor is done here."  With that, he disappears in a cloud of  
   black smoke.                                                                   
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 160
   "Foolish mortal," Abaddon roars, "we are scarcely closer to our destination    
   than before, and you have been wasting my time!  I must pay you the wages of   
   such impertinence!"                                                            
                                                                                  
   With that, Abaddon disappears and a swarm of hungry demon locusts appears in   
   his place.  The swarm wastes no time jumping on you and tearing your flesh     
   into little tiny pieces...                                                     
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 161
   "No!" Abaddon thunders.  "I am not here to dally.  You will take me to my      
   appointed destination, mortal, or you shall feel my wrath!"                    
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 162
   The gods won't give you the time of the day if you try to use that as an       
   offering!  (You cheapskate!)                                                   
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 163
   No self-respecting voodoo witch doctor will let you get away with that kind of 
   cheap attack.  Especially not this one.  As he beats his drums and gestures    
   wildly, you find that...                                                       
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 164
   There is an invisible barrier, made by voodoo magic, that will not let you     
   $verb$ the $Noun$.                                                             
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 165
   Before you can do anything, a cold wind blows you out the door back into the   
   altar.                                                                         
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 166
   Azazel scoffs as you rush up with the bleeding lance in hand.  "Human, your    
   folly knoweth no bounds.  With the slightest wave of my hand I can rend this   
   puny weapon to pieces as I would a toothpick!"  He makes no attempt to dodge   
   your attack but merely gestures at your weapon.                                
                                                                                  
   Nothing happens.                                                               
                                                                                  
   Azazel's eyes open wide in amazement.  He looks at your weapon again, and      
   dodges at the last minute.  But it is too late.  As the tip of the lance       
   buries itself below Azazel's ribs, he screams in agony!  "Human," he roars,    
   "no earthly object can deprive me of my life, but the Bleeding Lance causeth   
   me more pain than any human could possibly imagine!  You have shamed the great 
   Azazel," he says as a cloud of black smoke forms around him.  "I leave in      
   disgrace.  But," he growls, "we shall meet again."  With that, he is gone.     
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 167
   "Know ye, human," he says, "that the standard-bearer for the Great Satan       
   standeth before ye!  Thy insignificant weapon I can crush like a mosquito.     
   But I instead return it to you," he says as he gestures toward your            
   $object$.                                                                      
                                                                                  
   It turns into a bat, flies back to you, and bites you on the neck!  It then    
   changes back into a $object$.                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 168
                                                                                  
   Oh, no, the bat got your jugular vein!  Your blood rushes out in torrents...   
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 169
   He won't let you.                                                              
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 170
   "You have surely taken leave of your senses, puny mortal," Death says, as the  
   pine cone soars through the air toward him.  But the pine cone lodges in his   
   cloak and burns a slowly expanding hole through it!  "Aaaaargh, the Tree of    
   Life!"  Death raises his sickle and a dense cloud of black fog appears around  
   him.  "I must leave this place," he says, "but I will be back when you least   
   expect it.  And I will not forget your sacrilege here today!"                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 171
   Death just stands there, completely oblivious to your attack.  "Foolish        
   mortal," he says, "you cannot even scratch me with that insignificant object   
   you call a weapon."                                                            
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 172
                                                                                  
   Suddenly Death is standing right in front of you!  "Now this," Death says as   
   he brandishes his sickle, "is a real weapon!"  He raises the sickle and with   
   one quick, decisive stroke he chops you in half.                               
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 173
   "If you turn and leave the way you came, I may allow you to live."             
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 174
   The Witch raises her wand and hurls a bolt of mystic energy at the             
   $Noun$, hitting it dead center.  The $Noun$ disappears.                        
                                                                                  
   "The Double Whammy gets them every time!" she says.                            
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 175
   The Witch raises her wand and hurls a bolt of mystic energy at the             
   $Noun$, turning it into a cockroach.                                           
                                                                                  
   She cackles with glee as the cockroach scurries from the room.                 
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 176
   The painting is too high for you to reach.                                     
                                                                                  
   Besides, it has no value, commercial or otherwise.                             
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 177
   Suddenly you see a misty, skeletal face not two feet in front of you.          
   "Insolent mortal," Death intones, "know ye that there has been a mortal        
   even more contemptible than yourself -- the King who by magic commanded        
   me to guard his royal treasures.  But, although through no design of your      
   own, your actions have freed me from the spell.  And the King, who is now      
   with me, has no further need of his treasure."  You see what looks like a      
   smile creep onto the skeletal mouth.  "So it is only fair that I tell you      
   that the King's treasure room is nearby and can be entered with the King's     
   magic.  His Majesty would NOT have wanted you to know that!  Har!  Har!"       
   The ghostly image fades into nothingness.                                      
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 180
   As you pray to Azazel, you hear a rumbling sound and you feel the room         
   tremble.  The candles in the room flicker brightly as they vibrate, and the    
   oil in some of them sways to and fro as the room shakes.                       
                                                                                  
   Suddenly you are conscious of another presence in the room.  You turn to see a 
   beautiful woman with flowing blonde hair, clothed in a pure white robe.  But   
   she looks somehow ethereal, more like a dream than a real person.              
                                                                                  
   "Turn back," you hear her say in a barely audible whisper.  "The Presence is   
   much closer than you think!  I am being held, but you still have time to       
   escape!"  With that, the vision vanishes and the room stops shaking shortly    
   afterward.                                                                     
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 181
   As you pray to Azazel, you hear a rumbling sound and you feel the room         
   tremble.  The candles in the room flicker brightly as they vibrate, and the    
   oil in some of them sways to and fro as the room shakes.                       
                                                                                  
   Suddenly you are conscious of another presence in the room.  You turn to see a 
   beautiful woman with flowing blonde hair, clothed in a pure white, nearly      
   transparent, chiffon robe.  She is wearing nothing else.  But she looks        
   somehow ethereal, more like a dream than a real person.                        
                                                                                  
   "Turn back," you hear her say in a barely audible whisper.  "The Presence is   
   much closer than you think!  I am being held, but you still have time to       
   escape!"  With that, the vision vanishes and the room stops shaking shortly    
   afterward.                                                                     
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 182
   The nymph is soft and pliant as you shower her with kisses.  "Mm," she says as 
   she puts her arms around you and gratefully returns them.                      
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 183
   The nymph is soft and pliant as you shower her with kisses.  "Mm," she says as 
   she puts her arms around you.                                                  
                                                                                  
   After a while, you sense that she is breathing more heavily.  She backs away,  
   and then opens her sheer chiffon robe, giving you an unobstructed view of her  
   awesome body.  She slowly enfolds you within her robe, hungrily pressing       
   against you.                                                                   
                                                                                  
   You take off Ariel's robe and spread it out on the floor.  Ariel lays herself  
   down on it.  "Come to me," she whispers, as she pulls you down on top of her.  
                                                                                  
   Time passes...                                                                 
                                                                                  
   Ariel picks up her robe and puts it on.  "Come on," she says.  "I have to get  
   out of this castle."                                                           
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 184
   The blonde nymph, who seemed to have been in a trance when you walked in,      
   opens her eyes as you talk to her.  For a moment she stares at you in          
   disbelief, and then runs to you, sobbing, resting her head upon your chest.    
   "It is hard for me to believe," she sobs, "that I am finally rescued!"         
                                                                                  
   After a moment, she catches her breath.  "I am Ariel," she says.  "I live in   
   the woods to the north of the castle.  I had come to the castle to explore it  
   and I wandered up to the altar you see outside.  I was admiring the pictures   
   on the walls when Azazel appeared and asked me to serve him as priestess.  He  
   was displeased when I refused, and he took me prisoner.  I have been here ever 
   since.  I must now get back to my people.  Please take me outside the castle." 
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 185
   "The drawbridge is up," Ariel says, looking across the courtyard.              
   "We must go to the Armory and lower it."                                       
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 186
   "Thank you, kind sir," Ariel says as she steps onto the drawbridge.  "I will   
   not forget your kindness," she says as her body shrinks and collapses into the 
   form of a deer.  "You will know me by the white spot on my forehead," you hear 
   her voice saying.  "If you ever see me again, call my name.  But for now, you  
   should probably cross the drawbridge after me and fill the Grail with water    
   from the moat."  With that, she scampers away out of sight.                    
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 187
   As you call the name "Ariel," the deer changes to a nymph robed in pure white. 
   "I am here," she says.  "Congratulations to you.  But you must not spend time  
   talking to me.  Already it is December 24th.  You must enter the Gazebo and    
   then use the power of the Scepter.  I will be waiting," she says as she turns  
   herself back into a deer and bounds away.                                      
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 188
   "Hello, deer."                                                                 
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 190
   As you drink, you see a dense cloud of orange smoke forming around you!        
   Gasping and choking, you find yourself somewhere else as the smoke clears...   
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 191
   You hurriedly uncork the flask, guzzle its contents, and cast it away...       
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 192
   You can't clobber the $Noun$ with a potion.                                    
   Save your arsenal.                                                             
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 193
   It's a direct hit!  The $Noun$ is changed into a                               
   salamander!                                                                    
                                                                                  
   But before you can do anything about it, the salamander                        
   changes back into a $Noun$!                                                    
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 194
   It's a direct hit!  The $Noun$ vanishes in a                                   
   cloud of green smoke.                                                          
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 195
   Unfortunately, you might not have gotten rid of it completely.  You hear       
   noises coming from the courtyard.                                              
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 196
   As you lean back to throw the potion, it explodes into a shower of sparks and  
   smoke!  You aren't hurt (except for your pride, that is) but the               
   $Noun$ is laughing uncontrollably!                                             
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 197
   The potion hurtles through the air and explodes on contact.                    
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 198
   "You must be another of those dummies that my agent sent to 'cheer me up.'     
   Well, that big tub of lard knows that the last script he had me look at was    
   absolutely putrid, and I'm really upset about that.  And I also can't see why  
   I'm here in this moldy castle while he is living in Beverly Hills.  Well, I    
   have to give him a message.  I am going to pound you into oblivion and send    
   him the pieces in a basket.  Then maybe he'll have the good sense to get me    
   back to Hollywood immediately!"                                                
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 199
   Your soothing words calm the dragon and lull it to sleep.                      
                                                                                  
   As you walk forward, however, it hears your footsteps and realizes that you    
   have been trying to trick it.  It jumps up, roaring and breathing a fiery      
   plume toward you!                                                              
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 200
   The goblins are not listening to you.  "Don't you think he would look better   
   as a frog?" one asks, pointing at you.  "Naw," says another.  "This one is     
   definitely apple material!"  "Good grief," a third one says.  "You've turned   
   the last five people into apples.  Why don't you just go ahead and turn this   
   one into a tree so he can produce his own apples?"  The goblins laugh          
   uncontrollably.                                                                
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 201
   "Why should I talk to you now?" the Bogeyman says.  "I'll wait till you fall   
   asleep, and then you'll hear from ME!  Har!  Har!  Har!"                       
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 202
   The zombie peers at you with hollow eyes.  "You shall not take Dragonslayer    
   from me," she says in a monotone.                                              
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 203
   "Hissss," it answers.                                                          
                                                                                  
   I think we have a communication problem here.                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 204
   "Hissss," the snakes in her hair say.  They seem to be more talkative than     
   Hecate.                                                                        
                                                                                  
   "I think my pets are hungry," she says.                                        
                                                                                  
   You wish you had kept your mouth shut.                                         
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 205
   "Hi there," you say.  "Nice to see you again."                                 
                                                                                  
   Out of nowhere, you hear a faint chuckle.  You feel incredibly stupid.         
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 206
   "Hey," you say.  "Get away from me or I'll sic my dog on you!"                 
                                                                                  
   The Skeleton stops for a moment, and looks around apprehensively.  You have no 
   dog here.  That makes the Skeleton angrier.                                    
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 207
   "But wait a minute!" you cry.  "Aren't you the Great Pumpkin who rises out of  
   the pumpkin patch on Halloween night and flies through the air to give toys to 
   all the boys and girls?"                                                       
                                                                                  
   "Who told you a thing like that?" the Pumpkin says.                            
                                                                                  
   "Um... I heard it from Linus van Pelt?"                                        
                                                                                  
   "Don't say anything about that to the Dungeon Master," the Pumpkin growls.     
   "He'll tear up my contract!"                                                   
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 208
   I'm afraid he only understands Greek, and you don't.                           
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 209
   No, you are not going to get three wishes out of him.                          
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 210
   "Look," the gnome says, drawing himself up to his full 3 feet 1-1/2 inches.    
   "You can talk all you want, but NO short jokes!  Otherwise things are going to 
   get very, very ugly!"                                                          
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 211
   "Good e-vening, y'all," the vampire says in his best Transylvanian accent.     
   You have this sneaking feeling that this vampire must have come from South     
   Transylvania.                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 212
   You try to engage in conversation with the $Noun$.                             
                                                                                  
   Despite the meatiness of the subject, however, all you hear in return are bird 
   calls.                                                                         
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 213
   "I don't get many callers here," she says, eyeing you up and down and then     
   smiling.  "But the ones I do get are very satisfied with my hospitality."  She 
   licks her lips.                                                                
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 214
   "Fee, fie, foe, foo!  I am gonna clobber you!  Fee, fie, foe, fum!  You're     
   gonna die, you lousy bum!"                                                     
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 215
   "Oh, boy!  I haven't had a chance to do this in a long time!  Here's a riddle, 
   pitiful adventurer, and if you can't solve it I'm going to eat you!            
                                                                                  
   "You have a drawer that contains 20 brown socks and 40 black socks.  You need  
   to get a pair that matches, but your room is pitch black and you can't see any 
   of the socks.  What is the minimum number of socks you have to take out before 
   you are sure of having a matching pair?"                                       
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 216
   "Grrrr," the Sphinx says.  "You're no fun."                                    
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 217
   "Wrongo!  Now I get to have my dinner!"  With that, the Sphinx pounces on you. 
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 218
   Demons in general, and $Noun$ in particular,                                   
   seldom say much.  Especially when they are hungry.                             
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 219
   "Hey!" you shout as you pinch your nose shut.  "There is no way 'Irish Spring' 
   would want you to endorse its soap if you smell like that!"                    
                                                                                  
   The yeti raises one hairy arm, sniffs its armpit, and seems unfazed.  It turns 
   to growl at you again.                                                         
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 220
   "Long have I sought the day," says the Black Death, "when I could face you,    
   who have roamed this earth for so long while still evading my clutches.        
   Shorn of your mortal heads, you will now have to face me -- alone, and with    
   no interference -- so we can now settle our scores for all of Eternity."       
                                                                                  
   The Hydra, obviously not wishing to sit and listen, swings its tail around     
   and snaps it toward Death with blinding speed!  But it only passes through     
   Death's cloak as if it were merely a bullfighter's cape.  As Death stands      
   and charges the Hydra with sickle uplifted, the Hydra's head strikes!  The     
   sickle buries itself deeply into the head while Death is knocked backward      
   several feet.                                                                  
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 221
   Azazel steps forward and plants his standard squarely beside himself.  "Know   
   ye," he says to the snarling Hydra, "that what standeth before ye is the flag  
   of the Great Lord Satan who maketh all creatures tremble!  Know ye also that   
   I, Azazel the Standard-Bearer, have come to bring ye, at long last, before     
   the Lord of Hades!"                                                            
                                                                                  
   Obviously, the Hydra does not want to come along peacefully.  It opens its     
   mouth to exhale a billowing cloud of mystic poison at Azazel!  Azazel points   
   his standard toward the Hydra, and blue-white bolts of energy leap out and     
   hit the head squarely in its face!  As the Hydra writhes in agony, it lashes   
   out with its tail, knocking Azazel backward several feet and sending the       
   standard of Hell crashing across the room!  Azazel, reeling from the blow,     
   pulls a sword out of his pocket, races toward the snake, and buries it to the  
   hilt in the Hydra's body!  As he rushes to pick up the standard, the Hydra     
   doubles over, pulls the sword out of its body with its mouth, and spits it     
   back out toward Azazel!                                                        
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 222
   "It is written," Death says, "that I may not face the Hydra while its mortal   
   parts still be living."                                                        
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 223
   "I have been sent," says Azazel, "to bring the Hydra's ninth head -- and only  
   it -- before the Great Lord Satan."                                            
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 224
   Almost without warning, the royal crown jumps out of your possession and onto  
   the ground!  All the crown jewels got knocked loose, to your utter dismay!     
   But wait -- you see the jewels move, first a little, then a bit more.  You see 
   that they are now sprouting legs -- four of them -- and antlers!  Each of the  
   crown jewels has become a reindeer!                                            
                                                                                  
   While you were busy watching the jewels, you had not noticed that the Gazebo   
   around you has shrunk and collapsed into a sleigh!  And you now have a long    
   white beard where there was none before!                                       
                                                                                  
   As you stare in utter disbelief, you see that one by one, the treasures you    
   had taken from the castle change into toys and other gifts wrapped in          
   brightly colored paper and ribbon.  They all float into your sleigh.           
   You look in front of you, and you see your reindeer being hitched up to the    
   reins -- by Bella, the gorgeous redheaded witch, and Chanel, the beautiful     
   thief!  Before you can say anything, both of them have jumped into the sleigh  
   on either side of you!                                                         
                                                                                  
   "We're done," Chanel says.  "Let's go for a ride!"  But as you pull on the     
   reins, another, smaller deer with a white spot on its forehead bounds up to    
   the sleigh.  "Ariel!" you call.  "Are you going to lead the reindeer?"         
                                                                                  
   The deer pauses, backs a few feet, and then nimbly bounds into the sleigh!  As 
   Ariel the blonde wood nymph lands in your lap, she says, "Not a chance!  It's  
   a lot more fun in the sleigh than in front of it!"                             
                                                                                  
   "That's right," Bella adds.  "With what we have planned, none of us are going  
   to be cold!"                                                                   
                                                                                  
   You pull on the reins, and the reindeer gallop forward, carrying the sleigh    
   high into the air.  "Don't worry," Ariel says.  "They know the route.  It's    
   the same one every year.  The stops change, though."                           
                                                                                  
   "I've got the list," says Chanel, as she pulls out a laptop computer.  "What   
   would we do without CD-ROM?"                                                   
                                                                                  
   "Don't worry, Santa," Bella smiles.  "We have the system down.  Ariel takes    
   care of any pets that have to be pacified.  If Chanel can't get in the house,  
   I zap myself in."                                                              
                                                                                  
   "But what about me?" you ask.                                                  
                                                                                  
   Ariel giggles as the evening sun shines through her long blonde hair.  "You've 
   done everything, Santa," she says.  "You opened the castle.  You got us the    
   sleigh, the reindeer, and the toys."                                           
                                                                                  
   "Just enjoy the ride," Chanel adds.  "We'll make sure you do."                 
                                                                                  
   You shake your head in disbelief.  "A merry Christmas to all," you say, "and   
   to all a good night!"                                                          
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 230
   You feel the scepter vibrate with power.  But before anything else can happen, 
   you see your nose glowing a brilliant red!  The Hydra's heads stop for a       
   moment, transfixed.  Then they look at each other and laugh uproariously!      
   After a while, your nose stops glowing.                                        
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 231
   You feel the scepter vibrate with power.  You are ready to smite the lone      
   remaining head, but you notice that your nose is glowing red!  The immortal    
   head stands transfixed for a moment as it stops to figure out this puzzling    
   development.                                                                   
                                                                                  
   The head decides that it is not amused.                                        
                                                                                  
   It also decides that you are much easier to see with your nose glowing red.    
                                                                                  
   With earth-shattering force, the last head strikes, hitting you squarely in    
   the face!  The force of the blow pounds you against the floor, breaking every  
   bone in your body!                                                             
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 232
   It doesn't work.  You haven't gotten rid of the Hydra.                         
                                                                                  
   You had better think of something else before the Hydra figures out how        
   to get rid of YOU!                                                             
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 233
   You can't do that $preposition$ a Hydra!  Are you crazy??  Time's a-wastin'!   
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 234
   Not a chance!  One of the Hydra's heads blocks your path!                      
                                                                                  
   (I think it wants you to stay for dinner.....)                                 
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 235
   Um..... I hate to tell you this, but the Hydra has run out of patience.        
   See that tail coming?                                                          
                                                                                  
   <* <* <* K A P O W ! ! ! *> *> *>                                              
                                                                                  
   -- No, I didn't think you did.  Ouch!  That was very, very messy!              
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 236
   As you intone the magic word, the huge ruby that you are carrying floats up    
   and in front of you.  Then, without warning, a torrent of flame erupts from    
   the ruby and bathes the Hydra's first head in fire!  The other heads watch     
   in horror as the first head, screeching and writhing, shrivels up in the       
   flames!                                                                        
                                                                                  
   The remaining eight heads watch in disbelief as the ruby flies past them and   
   disappears up the stairway.                                                    
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 237
   You see the huge sapphire fly out of your hands and land right on the nose     
   of the second head.  The sapphire gets brighter and brighter until it shines   
   with the light of a thousand suns!  When next you (and the remaining seven     
   heads) are able to see, you see that the second head is covered with ice       
   crystals.  With a sound like a tree falling, the head drops off and breaks     
   into a thousand pieces when it hits the floor!                                 
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 238
   The huge topaz floats higher and higher in the air, and begins to spin like    
   a top when it is almost to the ceiling.  Swirls of bright orange smoke         
   emanate from the jewel and surround the third head.  As the jewel then         
   hurtles southward past the snake's tail, the orange smoke disperses -- and     
   no more can be seen of the Hydra's third head.                                 
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 239
   The huge amethyst streaks toward the fourth head, and when the head opens      
   its mouth to hiss at the flying jewel, the amethyst flies right in!  The       
   head immediately clamps its mouth shut, satisfied that it has eaten the        
   bothersome thing.                                                              
                                                                                  
   As time passes, though, the head screeches and howls, flailing about in a      
   delirious rage!  As its motion grows increasingly frenzied, it turns a         
   light lavender, which darkens to a full, rich purple after several seconds.    
   Finally, in utter exhaustion the head drops, very much dead, and vanishes      
   in a cloud of smoke.  As the smoke disperses you can see the amethyst float    
   up the staircase.                                                              
                                                                                  
   (Four down, five to go.  You're doing great!)                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 240
   The diamond slowly floats up, pauses for a moment, and then hurtles with       
   breakneck speed at the fifth head.  It collides with sickening force as the    
   fifth head explodes in a shower of sparks and smoke!                           
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 241
   As the emerald floats toward the Hydra, you see it expand and flatten,         
   becoming a hard green shield.  The sixth head pelts it with its arrows but     
   screeches and bellows with frustration as its arrows fail even to slow the     
   shield.  When the shield gets too close, however, the head strikes!  The       
   shield is caught in the snake's vise-like grip!  The seventh head also         
   clamps onto the shield, as the two heads together try to snap it in two.       
                                                                                  
   "Dipuc!" you say again, in desperation.  The head of the scepter shudders      
   and then glows a brilliant green.  The snake's arrows, which lie in a clump    
   on the floor, begin to twitch and shiver.  Then, one arrow after another       
   flies from the floor, deep into the head and neck of the sixth head.  As the   
   sixth head crumples to the floor and vanishes in a cloud of green smoke,       
   the seventh head releases the shield.  The shield shrinks and collapses to its 
   former shape and slowly floats southward.                                      
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 242
   You see the huge opal, with its glistening colors, slowly float directly in    
   front of the seventh head.  In a few seconds the seventh head is completely    
   mesmerized, swaying its head from side to side as it looks deeply into the     
   jewel.  Almost instinctively, you wave the scepter in a circular motion,       
   slowly at first, but then faster and faster.  The opal circles around the      
   seventh head.  The two other heads are powerless to interfere as the seventh   
   head turns and turns and turns its neck until, with a sickening snap and a     
   tearing sound, the head and neck fall off the snake's body.  They vanish into  
   a cloud of smoke as they hit the floor.                                        
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 243
   You see the huge pearl float in the air and land at the tip of the scepter.    
   With a blinding flash, a bolt of mystic energy leaps out from the scepter and  
   strikes the Hydra's eighth head!  The head's roars are deafening as it         
   writhes in obvious pain and then vanishes in a puff of white smoke.            
                                                                                  
   (You aren't out of the woods yet, Bub.  There is still one more head to go,    
   and don't forget that this one is immortal.)                                   
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 244
   Nothing happens.                                                               
                                                                                  
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 245
   What follows is an impassioned struggle between two creatures both of whom     
   have no fear of death because they both cannot die!  After a while, however,   
   as the battle rages, both creatures begin to get weaker.  As they continue to  
   fight, a cloud of black smoke forms around them and gets thicker and thicker.  
   As both of the immortal creatures slowly disappear into the a cloud of smoke,  
   the ninth and last head of the Hydra lets out a deafening shriek.  Down the    
   south stairway races the snake priestess!  "Ohhh, my hussssband!" she cries,   
   as she realizes that it is far too late for anything to be done.  "The         
   leasssst I can do issss follow...."  With that she pulls out a sacrificial     
   knife, plunges it into herself, and jumps into the smoke!                      
                                                                                  
   As the smoke disappears, you can see no trace of                               
   either $Name$, the Hydra, or the priestess.                                    
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 246
   Come on, you can only put on one thing at a time!  (Even kings have to put     
   their pants on one leg at a time.....)                                         
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 247
   You are already wearing a robe!                                                
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 248
   You are already wearing something on your head!                                
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 249
   All of a sudden, you see the walls of the room shake.  A deep, resonant voice  
   booms, "Your Majesty."  Almost instinctively, you reach for the royal scepter, 
   which quivers in your hands as you raise it above your head.  Sparks of energy 
   leap from the walls to the scepter, and glowing red wisps of smoke descend     
   from above.  As the red smoke twists and turns around you, the walls appear to 
   dissolve into each other.  As the smoke clears, you find yourself back at the  
   Main Entrance.                                                                 
                                                                                  
   Slowly, you turn to face the door.  With scepter still in hand, you hear       
   yourself saying one word:  "Open."  A white-hot bolt of mystic energy jumps    
   from the scepter, bathing the door in glowing radiance as it slowly creaks     
   open.  You begin walking forward, through the door and onto the bridge that    
   crosses the moat.  At the other end of the bridge is a winding path going      
   toward the ocean.                                                              
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 250
   As you try to enter the gazebo, an unseen force holds you back.  You hear a    
   female voice saying, "Only the Greatest Wizard of the Castle may enter.        
   Not even His Majesty is allowed within."                                       
END_MESSAGE
