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STARTING_ROOM       2
TREASURE_ROOM       3000
RESURRECTION_ROOM   2
MAX_LIVES           3
MAXIMUM_SCORE           0

------------- Start of Room Definitions -------------
ROOM 2
 [ the foggy street]
   NORTH              3  <- [the theatre]
   EAST               5  <- [ the bedroom ]
   WEST               8  <- [the cobble street]
END_ROOM 2

ROOM_DESCR 2	{[ the foggy street]}
The is fog everywhere, obscuring the entire landscape. Max feels               
suddenly like a huge cloud has lifted him up and taken him away.               
He wonders where he has gone.                                                  
END_ROOM_DESCR 2

ROOM 3
 [the theatre]
   NORTH              3  <- [the theatre]
   SOUTH              2  <- [ the foggy street]
   EAST               14  <- [ the foggy street]
   WEST               7  <- [the forest]
END_ROOM 3

ROOM_DESCR 3	{[the theatre]}
Max is onstage. He is dressed in kahki fatigues. His head is                   
shaved. He is playing the part of man trapped inside his own                   
skin. Three other people, his "family" try to tell he is alright.              
But he is not alright. He is misunderstood. He cannot even begin               
to articulate how he feels. But there is a panic inside him,                   
growing more desparate by the moment. He begins to scoop water                 
out of a large metal pot and watch it trickle back. he does this               
for some time. the movement comforts him. then the panic strikes               
again. He spies something shiny in the water. He reaches in and                
grasps the object and hurls it into the air. A huge fish flies                 
across the stage and lands wetly a few feet away. Everyone is                  
suddenly very quiet.                                                           
END_ROOM_DESCR 3

ROOM 4
 [ the hospital]
   NORTH              13  <- [the foggy street]
   SOUTH              14  <- [ the foggy street]
   EAST               16  <- [the parlor]
   WEST               7  <- [the forest]
END_ROOM 4

ROOM_DESCR 4	{[ the hospital]}
Max is in the operating room of a hospital. His wife is on the                 
operating table, breathing quite heavily. There are several                    
doctors and nurses in the room. He tries to touch one of them but              
his hand passes right through. His wife is breathing heavier now.              
He goes to her, tries to talk to her. She does not hear. A nurse               
comes up to Max and tells him if he is cannot calm down he will                
have to leave. He watches quietly as they cut open his wife's                  
stomach. He watches the birth of his son. The nurse comes up to                
him, handing him the baby. The doctors have begun to sew up his                
wife. "You will have to leave now," the nurse says. He looks down              
at his baby son, but the child is gone.                                        
END_ROOM_DESCR 4

ROOM 5
 [ the bedroom ]
   NORTH              2  <- [ the foggy street]
   SOUTH              5  <- [ the bedroom ]
   EAST               13  <- [the foggy street]
   WEST               5  <- [ the bedroom ]
   POINTS             5
END_ROOM 5

ROOM_DESCR 5	{[ the bedroom ]}
Max is in bed with his grandfather Willie. Willie is snoring                   
quite loudly. Max turns over to tell his grandfather to be quiet               
when he is assailed by the smell of grandfather's breath. Willie               
is fond of cigars and they give his breath the aroma of used                   
dragon smoke. Max starts to get out of bed, but finds he is                    
surrounded by an impenetrable darkness. The bed seems to be                    
floating.                                                                      
                                                                               
Willie begins talking in his sleep.                                            
"What's the matter with you," he says. "You never listen to                    
anything I tell you. You think you're so smart. You're a bum just              
like your father. Never listen to me."                                         
                                                                               
Willie begins to swing his hands in his sleep. Max ducks and                   
dodges. Finally he lifts his pillow in self defense. Under the                 
pillow is a wet cigar.                                                         
END_ROOM_DESCR 5

ROOM 6
 [the study]
   NORTH              9  <- [the frozen lake]
   SOUTH              16  <- [the parlor]
   EAST               2  <- [ the foggy street]
   WEST               2  <- [ the foggy street]
   POINTS             5
END_ROOM 6

ROOM_DESCR 6	{[the study]}
Max is in cantor Diamond's study. The cantor is a tall man with                
an open face and kind eyes. Max is listening to him sing a passage             
from the haftorah. Morris Diamond has the most beautiful voice in              
the world. Long before Max has ever heard opera, he has heard enough           
of Morris Diamond to change his life forever. When he hears the                
cantor sing he is swept up in the peculair feeling of tremendous joy           
and unspeakable sorrow. The cantor's voice touches him in a way that           
Max can never forget.                                                          
                                                                               
Morris asks Max to repeat the passage. Although he does not have               
a bad singing voice, his chanting cannot compare with the                      
cantor's. Max begins to weep, not for his lack of talent, but for              
his lack of feeling. How could he follow such a voice.                         
                                                                               
Morris Diamond goes to his desk and opens a drawer. He takes out               
a small book and places it on the table before Max.                            
END_ROOM_DESCR 6

ROOM 7
 [the forest]
   NORTH              11  <- [the raging fire]
   SOUTH              12  <- [the patch]
   EAST               11  <- [the raging fire]
   WEST               11  <- [the raging fire]
END_ROOM 7

ROOM_DESCR 7	{[the forest]}
Max is in the woods near his house. It is a crisp autumn day. His              
nostrils flare as he picks up the scent of burning leaves. Every               
autumn old man Whittaker sets the woods on fire. All the kids in               
the neighborhood tell their parents, but they are not believed.                
So each autumn, the woods behind their rowhouse burns. the                     
firemen come out with their trucks. Several hours later the fire               
will be out for another year. But now is the time of greatest                  
danger. The forest is blazing all around Max. He feels the heat of             
the flames on his face. If he doesn't move soon he will become                 
part of the blaze. Max hopes he does not step in any poison ivy.               
END_ROOM_DESCR 7

ROOM 8
 [the cobble street]
   NORTH              15  <- [the alley]
   SOUTH              4  <- [ the hospital]
   EAST               13  <- [the foggy street]
   WEST               14  <- [ the foggy street]
END_ROOM 8

ROOM 9
 [the frozen lake]
   NORTH              2  <- [ the foggy street]
   SOUTH              7  <- [the forest]
   EAST               15  <- [the alley]
   WEST               10  <- [the front door]
   POINTS             25
END_ROOM 9

ROOM_DESCR 9	{[the frozen lake]}
It is after the first snowfall of winter. The lake has frozen                  
solid. Max stands on the newly formed ice and listens to the                   
quietness. He can hear the tinkle of icecicles banging against                 
each other in the wind as they hang off the evergreen branches.                
Max feels he is at he center of the universe and that center is                
calm. He thinks of Morris Diamond. Max can hear the faint sound                
of a dog barking two miles away.                                               
END_ROOM_DESCR 9

ROOM 10
 [the front door]
END_ROOM 10

ROOM_DESCR 10	{[the front door]}
Quite unexpectedly, Max finds himself at his front door. How long              
has he been walking, he wonders. And what was he doing out on a                
night like this?  He can't remember. The fog has obliterated the               
street behind him. He fumbles for his house keys, opens his door               
and climbs the steps.                                                          
                                                                               
"A fine thing," he mumbles," to be walking around on such a                    
night. A person could get lost."                                               
                                                                               
                                                                               
                 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~                                          
                   T H E      E N D                                            
                                                                               
                 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~                                          
END_ROOM_DESCR 10

ROOM 11
 [the raging fire]
   NORTH              11  <- [the raging fire]
   SOUTH              11  <- [the raging fire]
   EAST               12  <- [the patch]
   WEST               11  <- [the raging fire]
END_ROOM 11

ROOM_DESCR 11	{[the raging fire]}
Max is surrounded by flames. The whole forest is burning! If Max               
does not do something soon, he will be burned alive.                           
END_ROOM_DESCR 11

ROOM 12
 [the patch]
   NORTH              11  <- [the raging fire]
   SOUTH              2  <- [ the foggy street]
   EAST               6  <- [the study]
   WEST               13  <- [the foggy street]
END_ROOM 12

ROOM_DESCR 12	{[the patch]}
Max find himself in the only part of the forest not in flames, a               
patch of poison ivy. He walks through it gingerly trying not to                
touch anthing, but he is already beginning to feel itchy all over              
his body.                                                                      
END_ROOM_DESCR 12

ROOM 13
 [the foggy street]
   NORTH              8  <- [the cobble street]
   SOUTH              13  <- [the foggy street]
   EAST               2  <- [ the foggy street]
   WEST               5  <- [ the bedroom ]
END_ROOM 13

ROOM_DESCR 13	{[the foggy street]}
The is fog everywhere, obscuring the entire landscape. Max feels               
suddenly like a huge cloud has lifted him up and taken him away.               
He wonders where he has gone.                                                  
END_ROOM_DESCR 13

ROOM 14
 [ the foggy street]
   NORTH              7  <- [the forest]
   SOUTH              13  <- [the foggy street]
   EAST               6  <- [the study]
   WEST               2  <- [ the foggy street]
END_ROOM 14

ROOM_DESCR 14	{[ the foggy street]}
The is fog everywhere, obscuring the entire landscape. Max feels               
suddenly like a huge cloud has lifted him up and taken him away.               
He wonders where he has gone.                                                  
END_ROOM_DESCR 14

ROOM 15
 [the alley]
   NORTH              14  <- [ the foggy street]
   SOUTH              16  <- [the parlor]
   EAST               4  <- [ the hospital]
   WEST               7  <- [the forest]
END_ROOM 15

ROOM_DESCR 15	{[the alley]}
Max watches four young girls jump rope in a red bricked alley not              
far from his home. They play with an intensity that precludes any              
awareness that they are watched.                                               
                                                                               
The rope skips across the concrete as the girls chant with great               
seriousness,                                                                   
                                                                               
"Cinderella                                                                    
Dressed in yell-a                                                              
Went upstairs to see her fella                                                 
How many kisses did she get:                                                   
One...                                                                         
two...                                                                         
three..."                                                                      
                                                                               
Suddenly the eldest girl spins around and stares at Max. The                   
other girls all fall in behind her. The jump rope lies on the                  
ground, lifeless.                                                              
END_ROOM_DESCR 15

ROOM 16
 [the parlor]
   NORTH              2  <- [ the foggy street]
   SOUTH              7  <- [the forest]
   EAST               4  <- [ the hospital]
   WEST               5  <- [ the bedroom ]
END_ROOM 16

ROOM_DESCR 16	{[the parlor]}
Max is sitting next to Cora on a large green couch. It is the                  
hottest day of the summer. They are content to sip lemonade, chat              
softly and wait for Cora's roommate to leave the stuffy apartment.             
Max's desire for Cora is finally answered as she slips into his                
arms. He unbottons her blouse and beholds a vision that will mark              
him for the rest of his life. Cora's breasts are beautiful She                 
wears a small silver cross around her neck which falls with                    
erotic precision in the tuck of her cleavage. A drop of sweat has              
beaded up on Cora's collar bone and falls slowly down to meet the              
cross. For Max, the drop of sweat is pure magic, the most                      
remarkable thing he has ever witnessed in his entire life. Cora                
looks at him warmly and smiles.                                                
END_ROOM_DESCR 16

------------- Start of Noun Definitions -------------
NOUN 201
  FISH
  HUGE
  A huge fish lies at your feet.
  SIZE               3
  WEIGHT             5
  LOCATION           3 <-- [the theatre]
  CLOSEABLE          
  EDIBLE             

END_NOUN 201

NOUN_DESCR 201	{FISH}
The huge fish shines in the light. It gazes mournfully at your                 
with its lidless eye. You notice a bulge in the fish's belly.                  
END_NOUN_DESCR 201

NOUN 202
  KEY
  SILVER
  A small, silver key is here.
  LOCATION           201 <-- Inside FISH
  READABLE           

END_NOUN 202

NOUN_DESCR 202	{KEY}
The small silver key has an inscription etched on its length.                  
END_NOUN_DESCR 202

TEXT 202	{KEY}
The inscription reads, "Wisdom."                                               
END_TEXT 202

NOUN 203
  CIGAR
  WET
  The wet cigar is burnt on one end and chewed on the other.
  LOCATION           5 <-- [ the bedroom ]

END_NOUN 203

NOUN_DESCR 203	{CIGAR}
Grampa Willie really has to stop smoking in bed! You both were                 
lucky this time. The soggy old cigar has gone out. It smells just              
the way Willie's breath does.                                                  
END_NOUN_DESCR 203

NOUN 204
  BOOK
  SMALL
  The small book is locked. 
  SIZE               2
  WEIGHT             2
  LOCATION           6 <-- [the study]
  CLOSEABLE          
  LOCKABLE           
  LOCKED             
  KEY                202  <-- KEY

END_NOUN 204

NOUN_DESCR 204	{BOOK}
The small book has an old leather cover with faded Hebrew letters              
on the cover. The single word, when translated, means                          
"understanding," or "recognition." The book is held closed by a                
small  silver lock.                                                            
END_NOUN_DESCR 204


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----------------- Verbs Synonyms ----------------
VERB
END_VERB


INTRO 
            * * * *  A    F A B L E  * * * *                                   
                     by Stan Heller                                            
          Copyright  November, 1985   San Francisco, CA                        
                                                                               
Waves of sorrow rushed over him for reasons he could not easily                
explain. Max decided he needed a walk in the night air. He needed              
to think. He bundled himself up in his coat, scarf and hat. He                 
looked in on his wife asleep in their bed. His infant son also                 
slept peacefully in the crib at the bed's foot. He surveyed them               
quietly, as if for the last time and then he left the second                   
floor apartment, closing the door quietly behind him.                          
                                                                               
The fog was heavy. He could barely see the familiar neighborhood.              
It did not matter. Max had his thoughts. The thoughts were of                  
himself, as always. He was thinking of all the people he had once              
been. For some reason he felt like they had all left him behind                
this evening. Sitting in his house he felt like it was someone                 
else who was there. He had been lost somewhere. Perhaps that is                
why on this particular evening he was out walking in the fog. He               
was looking for himself.                                                       
                                                                               
                                                                               
                                                                               
                                                                               
                                                                               
Perhaps that is why he didn't notice as the sounds of the                      
neighborhood faded quietly away. The pavement was not even                     
pavement anymore. Max was deep in reflection and never noticed he              
had wandered into someplace quite unusual.                                     
                                                                               
It occured to him after a while that he had been walking for quite             
some time. He scratched his head. He looked around for a familiar              
sign.                                                                          
                                                                               
"Lost in my own neighborhood," he muttered. "Serves me right."                 
                                                                               
The fog streched out in all directions. He looked for street lamps,            
mildly surprised that there were none.                                         
                                                                               
"Where am I," he wondered.                                                     
                                                                               
                                                                               
                                                                               
END_INTRO 

