MESSAGE 1 
What $NOUN$?  Now where do you see any of that??
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 2
Sorry, but you must take things one at a time in this game.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 3
What $OBJECT$?  Now where do you see any of that??
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 4 
The carpet is woven of flaming, interwining, blue and red strands of wool,
a perfect example of exquisite Squynchian tapestry.  The carpet is ornately
decorated, and a label is attached to its side.
The carpet is presently rolled up.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 5
How gross!  I would rather not!
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 6 
The carpet is woven of flaming, interwining, blue and red strands of wool,
a perfect example of exquisite Squynchian tapestry.  The carpet is ornately
decorated, and a label is attached to its side.
The carpet is presently unrolled.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 7 
Two ogres appear in the doorway, eyes wild with hate."There he is!", roars
B'gog."I get him first!" cries B'gig.  They tear you apart limb by limb, as
they quarrel over who gets which leg.  B'gig rips a piece out of your throat,
and spits it out with a grunt of contempt.  "Ugh, human flesh!".

Arrogantly, snouts high in the air, they turn away from you, as one of B'gog's
heels crush your head out of existence.

                          You have died.

END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 9 
A shrill mechanical voice exclaims, "OOF!! <gasp> Please...only one at a
time!"  The door opens with a click, and the emblem turns green.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 10 
You find no good surface to put it on.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 11 
The staff now bolts the door.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 13 
Stuff's made out of tough stuff.  After banging, beating, jostling, and
stomping on it, you finally give it up as a bad idea.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 15 
It IS wrapped.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 16 
Wrap it with WHAT?
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 17 
As your fingers make contact with the coin, your entire body is immobilized.
Your body stays this way until the coin slips out of your fingers.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 18
It IS unwrapped already!
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 19 
Greedily, and with yelps of delight and glee, B'gig and B'gog both quibble
over who gets first peek, and B'gog settles it by defiantly poking B'gig in
the eye. Nevertheless, they both managed to hold onto the coin at the same
time, thus paralizing themselves.  After the coin slips out of their fingers,
they both look at each other in bewilderment and bend down again in
synchronised timing, only to paralize themselves once more.  This ritual
continues on and on.  You'd better hurry up before they catch on.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 22 
The orcs eyeballs bulge out revoltingly, as he swipes it from your hand
leaving over a trace of slime.  "Thanks mac !" says the orc gruffly.  He
continues eyeing you horribly and still blocks the drawbridge.  Nice try.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 23 
The ogres cease quarreling,just long enough to eye your outheld gift
disinterestedly, and then resume.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 25 
The bottom of the boulder is slightly off the ground leaving some space for
mists to seep out.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 26 
Now where do you see any of that?
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 27 
Removing the doormat reveals a rusty key engulfed in the glop usually found
under doormats.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 28 
There is nothing but dust there.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 29 
A slow quiet rumble slowly crescendos to an ear-splitting roar of an avalanche
of tremendous boulders! You leap backwards convulsively and watch in awe as
the boulder slowly rises up into the air.  It rises higher and higher until it
is but a speck in the sky.  Unfortunately, you didn't know the directions to
call it back.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 31 
The carpet, unwieldy at first, rises slowly into the air until it is but a
speck in the sky.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 32 
Speaking to oneself is a sign of impending mental collapse.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 33 
Ramming your head violently against the boulder, has no noticeable effect.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 34 
Eyes shining and mouth slavoring you pick up the gold coin, and with
dumbfounded disbelief you realize that you are unable to move!  Paralized as
you are, you stand with the same bewildered expression on your face, mouth
agape, until the coin slips from your fingers and you stand upright again.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 35 
Extinguished.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 36 
It already IS extinguished!
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 37 
The metal pipe becomes warmer.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 39 
You don't have anything to light it with.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 40 
It already IS lit.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 41 
You cannot relight the candle.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 42 
It was never lit.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 43 
You inhale deeply from the metal pipe, and appreciatively exhale a cloud of 
smoke through your nostrils.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 44 
As you pull out the block, an aged, and yellowed note flutters out and lands
at your feet.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 45 
Taken.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 47 
How do you propose to do that?
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 48 
The candle sputters twice, and extinguishes.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 49 
What pail?
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 50 
The ice starts sizzling, fizzling, and rapidly evaporating, as great billows 
of steamy vapor, billow out of the well.  The ice melts away to reveal an old,
discarded carpet of Squynchian ancestry.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 52 
The ice doesn't even crack.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 53 
Upon removing the carpet a trapdoor is revealed!.......How dull.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 54 
It's closed.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 55 
The orc's eyeballs widen, and his mouth hangs agape, as he watches your every
move, slowly closing in on you.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 56 
The orc crouches low and pounces on you, grabbing away your gold.  "Haw haw,"
he guffaws, and walks away with his prize.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 57 
The ogres pause, just long enough to eye your gold disinerestedly, and resume
their quarreling.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 58 
To WHO?!!?
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 59 
With wild, and frenzied yowls of greed, the orc charges after it and takes a
wild leap into the moat.  From the loud, splintering, crack of a smashing
skull, and from the cease of air bubbles on the surface, you surmise he died.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 60 
Done.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 61 
The orc's hand suddenly shoots up into the air, catching your gold.  "Pshaw,
haw, haw, ha, haw!" he guffaws rather rudely in your face.  The effect of his
extremely foul breath leaves you feeling rather faint.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 62 
"Wow!", exclaims the orc incredously."What's a little sharin' between friends
anyway, huh? Haw, haw, ha, haw!" His determenedness of guffawing in your face
with his extremely foul breath, leaves you feeling rather faint.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 63 
With yelps of childishly glee, B'gig and B'gog, swipe out at the gold
joyfully.  They pound it down flat, and commence to play frisbee with it.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 64 
The orc draws itself up to its full height and bars your way, glowering at 
you fiercely.  "You're not tryin' ta' be a smart alek, huh, punk?", he says
softly, lacing his words with menace.  "I hope not!", it roars, laying a grimy
hand on you and shoving you.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 65 
It IS filled.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 66 
You try filling it but it just bobs along the surface and doesn't sink.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 67 
Fill it with WHAT?!!?
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 68 
You're going to have to go deeper in, for that.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 69 
It IS in the pail already.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 71 
You are now sitting on an extremely comfortable bench.  For Squynches though,
not for humans, and your bottom is a sore enough proof to it.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 72 
You can't.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 73 
You get into the bed but can't sleep.  You have a fine bout of thrashing
around though.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 74 
You are on solid ground again.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 75 
You just slept, didn't you read the introduction?
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 77 
It all empties out.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 78 
But there's no water in the pail!
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 79 
The label reads:

      "To operate this carpet, just say rise..."

The rest of the label is too worn to be legible.  The only other words you
can make out, is a `Tumble dry' notice at the bottom.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 80 
You unlock the lunchbox, and the lid flips open to reveal an old withered
looking piece of meat which falls down at your feet.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 82 
You don't have the key.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 83 
It IS unlocked.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 84 
The lunchbox is now locked.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 85 
It IS locked.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 86 
How absolutely amusing....
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 87 
A shrill mechanical voice exclaims,
" Haven't you read the plaque? `The heavy or the wide.'"
" Must I spell it out for you?!"
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 88 
A shrill mechanical voice shouts, " H.....E.....A....V....Y....!"
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 89 
There is an old, rotting trapdoor at the bottom of the well.  It is currently
closed.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 90 
The old, wooden pail looks like it went through a lot of wear.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 94 
A hairy arm reaches out and grabs you by the scruff of your neck, and lifts
you off the ground with a grunt.  B'gig pats you (rather harshly) on your
bottom and sets you merrily off on your way.

END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 96 
Whew!  What a terrible arm!  You throw it a few meager paces.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 97 
It's closed.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 98 
It's bolted.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 101 
It is now closed.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 102 
It IS closed.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 103 
It IS open.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 104 
The staff now bolts the door.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 105 
It IS bolted.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 106 
A task quite impossible if the gates are open!
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 107 
You have nothing to bolt it with.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 108 
It is now unbolted.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 109 
It isn't bolted.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 110 
You cut a square into the glass case.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 111 
You haven't got the proper utensils.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 112 
Suddenly, as you reach for the Ruby, the gates of the cage fly open, and the
beast charges out, hungry, and snarling, salivitating at the sight of you.
I'd do something quick if I were you.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 113 
The beast slinks toward you, eyes gleaming with hunger.  It pounces on you
with surprising agility, and chews on your head, slavoring greedily all the
while, jaws dripping slime.  Unable to resist the rest of you, it swallows you
whole, smacking its lips appreciatively.

                          You have died.

END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 114 
Impossible, the glass completely covers it!
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 115 
Greedily, the beast pounces on it, swallowing it in a single gulp.  Suddenly,
the beast starts gagging, and as his face purples, he goes up in a cloud of
acrid smoke.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 116 
Why not?  Gratefully, the beast sinks his teeth into your arm, and rips it off
your body.  Unable to resist the rest of you, it swallows you whole, smacking
its lips appreciatively.

                    You have died.

END_MESSAGE

As you place the Ruby in the crown, a resounding clap of thunder booms
throughout the forestland, and dazzling bolts of lightning pierce the night's
sky.

MESSAGE 118 
As you place the Ruby in the crown, a resounding clap of thunder booms
throughout the forestland, and dazzling bolts of lightning pierce the night's
sky.

The ogres, suddenly awoken from their stupor, sound the alarms all over
the encampments, and both start hammering at the gates.  Fortunately, there is
a staff bolting the door, oblivious to the ogre's frenzied battering.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 119 
As you place the Ruby in the crown, a resounding clap of thunder booms
throughout the forestland, and dazzling bolts of lightning pierce the night's
sky.

The ogres, suddenly awoken from their stupor, sound alarms all over the
encampment, and make a rush at the door.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 120 
You don't have the crown.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 121 
You are overcome with a certain tingling feeling, which soon passes over.
Unable to rid yourself of a sense of foreboding, you hastily remove it.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 122 
In WHAT!??
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 123 
It IS unrolled.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 124 
It IS rolled.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 125 
As you pronounce the command, you detect a slight movement under the boulder.
As you bend down to have a closer look, the carpet flails and flounders about,
tipping the boulder precariously, and disappears up into the sky.  The
boulder, let us say, unfortunately for you, rolls out of place on top of you,
flattening you to death.  An ogre made a small fortune, selling you as a
one-of-a-kind placemat.

                           You have died.

END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 128 

"How can a little swimming hurt?", you think to yourself.  In a matter of
seconds, you find out exactly how it can, when a rather large alligator comes
toward you to greet you.

                            You have died.

END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 129 
The iron gates fling open, as an earth shattering "KABOOOM!" rattles the
entire cave.  A blinding beam of bright purple light slowly modulating to
blue-white light, burst out of the Ruby through the entrance.  Thousands of
creatures of every imagineable form conceivable, tries to force their way in,
howling with rage.  Roars and ear splitting yowls, screeches of anguish and
dismay fills the air, as the powerful beam of Franklore surround and engulf
the multitudes of creatures.

Slowly, the creatures start shrinking, amidst all the cries and yells of woe,
as the beam of light starts to rise upward and diminish into the Ruby's depth,
carrying with it the writhing mass of miniature creatures.  All was silent
as you feel blackness wash over you, and your knees buckle beneath you.

You collapse.

You wake up blearily, only to find yourself in the royal Crownroom.  Squeeb
bounces in and cheerfully begins ejaculating, "Good show! Good show!  I can't
begin to thank you for your service to the land of Squynchia, although the
price was great.  Well, I trust you'll have a good morning....." He hesitates
and then adds, "..Your Highness".  Patting his head in undisguised glee, and
chuckling merrily, he bounces out the room.

With growing alarm and suspicion, you slowly lower your head to observe your
present state, and quickly snap it back up with a start.  The inevitable has
happened, as you knew it must when putting on the crown....................

                    You have been Squynched.

END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 137 
Such illiteracy can be harmful.

The orc lifts you by your belt with his forefinger, his face slowly reddening.
"Who're ya' tryin' ta give me to, huh, squirt?!," he asks conversationaly.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 139 
Mercy! Mayhap thinketh thee tis' Arabian Knights thou art in? Gooaan!
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 140 
Dropped.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 142 
The coin is neatly wrapped in a crumpled candy wrapper.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 143 
The glass case is completely sealed from all four sides.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 144 
An orc followed you in, carefully scrutinizing your load.  Upon sighting the
gold, his eyeballs bulge out revoltingly and he slowly closes in on you.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 145 
Huh?!!!!
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 146 
There is a snarling, ferocious looking beast in the cage, eyeing you hungrily.
Thank God he's in a cage.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 147 
Besides the fact, that there isn't any way in, I wouldn't go in there for any
money.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 148 
As you pull the trigger, you hear a loud click, and a sign reading "POW!",
emerges, unrolls, rolls back up, and zips back into the ancient revolver.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 149 
Opened.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 150 
Closed.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 151 
The iron gates stand at the mouth of the cave.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 152 
The gates are currently closed and bolted with a staff through the rings.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 153 
The gates are currently closed.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 154 
The iron gates stand at the mouth of the cave.  Two iron rings protrude from
the center of each gate.  The gates are currently open.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 155 
The tall, thin crown is made of pure diamond.  It is set with a beautiful,
dazzling ruby, showering bright red light over it.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 156 
The tall, thin crown is made of pure diamond.  A gaping hole adorns the very
center of the crown.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 157 
The old, wooden pail is filled to the brim with murky water, which trickles
out of the numerous cracks on it.  A block rests at the bottom of the pail.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 158 
There is an old, rotting trapdoor at the bottom of the well, which is
currently open.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 159 
You wrap it neatly with the crumpled candy wrapper.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 163 
The small lunchbox looks the same as any other lunchbox you've seen, with
a keyhole located under the lid.  The lunchbox is currently open.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 164 
The small lunchbox looks the same as any other lunchbox you've seen, with
a keyhole located under the lid.  The lunchbox is currently closed.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 165 
It's locked.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 168 
The candle is extinguished.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 169 
The candle is lit.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 174 
You try to chew it but its leather-like texture makes it much like trying to
chew on a boot.  Swallowing it whole, you start gagging, and rapidly
suffocating as you fall to the ground with a thud.  With a final twitch, you
expire.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 176 
The royal emblem of Squynchian Lords is imprinted atop the door.  It is
glowing a radiant green.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 177 
The royal emblem of Squynchian Lords is imprinted atop the door.  It is
glowing a radiant red.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 178 
Sure!  No sweat!  Why didn't I think of that one?
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 179 
The vase smashes into smithereens, revealing a sales tag.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 181 
Yaaaaaaouuuuuwwwwwwrggghhhh!!!!! Now then, do you feel better?
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 182 
It's closed.  The emblem atop the door flashes red in warning.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 183 
Fine.  The $NOUN$ now rests on the scale.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 184 
There is a block in the pail.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 185 
The block is in the pail!
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 186 
The block is very slippery, and drops back in with a splash.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 187 
The bars are made of a sturdy steel, enclosing a ferocious looking beast
within.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 188 
The bars are made of a sturdy steel, which are currently open.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 189 
There isn't anything really in the cage, save for some bones.  The gates of
the cage are open.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 190 
You don't have the strength.  Especially in the height of your exhaustion.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 191 
You can't seem to make it budge.  Perhaps it's jammed.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 192 
Hitting a boulder?!  How absolutely ridiculous!  Ha!
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 194 
The clothpin is now firmly pinned to your nose, successfully obstructing your
nasal passage, entirely obliterating your sense of smell.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 195 
It IS pinned to your nose.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 196 
You look so absolutely ridiculous, that you hastily snatch it off, stealing 
embarassed glances from side to side.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 197 
The ghastly, lurid smell becomes so abhorently unbearable, that you slowly
begin suffocating from holding your breath so long.  You rush out of the room
gasping for fresh air.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 198 
You open the vial, expectant, hopeful, only to notice it's empty.  EMPTY!  HA!
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 199 
What $NOUN$?  You don't have that.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 200 
The spraycan emits a shot of such a repugnant odor, that the smell worsens a
tenfold.  You rush out of the frightful smell, as you hear the hermit sniffing
the air delicately, remarking about the pleasant change of atmosphere.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 201 
The spraycan emits a shot of such a repulsive odor, that you wrinkle your nose
in disgust.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 203 
The shiny vial is currently open.  Some lettering is inscribed on the vial.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 204 
The shiny vial is currently closed.  Some lettering is inscribed on the vial.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 208 
Such illiteracy may be harmful.

The orc lifts you by your belt with his forefinger, his face slowly reddening.
" Who're ya tryin' ta show me to, huh, squirt?" he asks menacingly.

His two huge hands grab you by your shoulders, spin you around, and sends
you stumbling forward with a powerful shove.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 210 
The pipe is now lit and it warms up a bit.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 211 
The massive drawbridge is currently down.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 212 
Kicking it results in nothing but a sore toe.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 213 
There is a small piece of paper laying at the bottom of the vase, unable to be
reached due to the small opening.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 214 
It's open.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 217 
Towards which direction do you wish to exit?
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 218 
You look so absolutely ridiculous, standing there with your hand poised on
your nose, that you hastily snatch it off, stealing embarassed glances from
side to side.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 219 
Screwed up again, did you?
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 222 
Yes, there is definitely something inside.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 223 
No doubt you'd be asking for bread crumbs soon, in order to bake it as well.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 225 
The orc, with frightening force, missiles in at your hand, catching the gold
mid-air.  Incredously, he grunts, "Haven't done stunts like that in ages!"
Head thrown back in uncontrollable guffawing, he leaves the room.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 226 
There is a bar of gold here, embedded in the center of an X.  Now what's a bar
of gold doin' in middle of an X, in a Pirate's cove?
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 227 
A Squynchian maid comes bounceswinging in, humming a mincing little tune.
Upon seeing you, she draws herself up to a stop, waits a second while groping
for words.  "Well! Gave me quite a fright you did!", she admonishes sternly.

"In any case, to use the clothpin just say  >PIN <object> WITH CLOTHPIN.
Giving you a knowing wink, she retreats back out the door, adjusting her
apron.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 229 
It already IS on the clothline.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 230 
You can't pin that.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 231
You climb up the tree.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 240 
There is a clothpin attached to the clothline.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 241 
It IS unpinned.
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 242 
You can't unpin that!
END_MESSAGE

MESSAGE 243 
The clothpin just barely keeps out the lurid odor, as you bend down and snatch
the vial from the ground.  The hermit haughtily declares how silly you look,
as if there were some bad smell around here.
END_MESSAGE

