| You crawl on your belly over the rocks for several hundred yards before the ceiling gets high enough for you to get off your hands and knees. You see a bright spot at the end of the passage. It opens into a room with a dirt floor. There's nothing much in the room but rats and bug infested boxes. There is a makeshift wooden staircase leading up. | Ascend staircase |
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| You walk gingerly into the room and look around. It is a bedroom with a bed, and a closet. All you find under the bed is a broomstick. You hear the noise coming from the closet. You creep over to the closet, the broomstick clinched in the white-knuckle grip of your hands. You yank the door open with flourish, ready to beat something to death. You look down, and at your feet is a small puppy wagging its tale. You drop the broomstick. The puppy barks and puts its paws on your legs. You bend down to pick it up, but as you touch it, it begins to glow. Then it begins to communicate with you telepathicly. | Run away from the freak of nature! |
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| Your pitiful legs had no chance of making that jump. You fall into the pothole and no one ever hears from you again. | Start over |
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| You leap off of the cot--well, you try to. Your big toes are tied to the foot of the cot. You fall face down onto the cold metal floor, and the cot smacks you on the back of the head. You hear an amused laugh from the person in the room. He says,"Hahaha! I love doing that to people." You roll over and see a large figure wearing a shiny jumpsuit looming over you. He has a silly smile on his face. "I'm Captain Jarrod. Welcome to my space ship, the JSS Everett." | Talk with Captain Jarrod of the JSS Everett |
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| You walk out of the atrium and press on through the dark, dank passages. You don't know how long you've been walking or how far you've gone before you reach a dead end. You're too tired to go back. Even if you weren't tired, you're dressed for hiking in the desert, not spelunking, and you would probably die of hypothermia before you made it back. You can: | Collapse against the wall and pout. |
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| As it moves from the shadows, the figure takes shape--the shape of a giant lizard! The lizard smirks at you and says,"Well, well, well. We meet again." He picks you up in his hand-things and holds you right up next to his face. "You don't remember me, do you? Well, maybe you'd remember me better if I were in a small, airtight box or a glass jar or taped down to a make-shift operating table or stuffed in a pocket or...or... [all the while, the lizard is squeezing harder]...or if I were wearing make up and fingernail polish! Yes, now you remember me. Ha, looks like there's been a role reversal, huh?" | Say,"I have no idea what you are talking about." |
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| With one swat from the back of the monster's hand, you're down and unconcious. You were no match for such a foe. | Start over |
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| You leave the monster with his new gift and walk along the trail. You come across a large pothole, taking up the entire width of the trail. | Descend into the pothole |
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| You walk down the path until you meet a monster, eight feet tall and hairy, like most monsters. | Bribe the monster |
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| You look up to see that the attacker is Sydney Bristow. While you're lying on the floor, still kind of stunned, she looks at the machine and says,"This isn't the Rambaldi device. This is the Billy device!" And with that said, she jumps out of the window and parachutes to safety. Still lying on the floor, you see a piece of paper under the table. | Pick up the paper |
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| Trying frantically to find a way out before your air supply is used up, you trip and hit your head on the steps. You lie there unconcious, for how long, you don't know. Gradually, you awake, and as your eyes are adjusting, you see that you're now in a shiny metal room. You are lying on a cot in the center of the room, and there is a bright light directly above you. You hear someone enter the room. Do you: | Jump up and attack the person |
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| You feel along the walls for a crack or crevice to pry open. Not paying attention, you slip in a puddle and fall on a rock. The rock sinks into the ground and the wall in front of you opens to reveal a metal staircase. You hear a hum coming from somewhere up above. | Ascend metal staircase |
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| You walk over to the boxes, and the rats scatter as you approach. You brush off the rat and insect droppings, and open one of the top boxes. Inside, you find nothing but packing peanuts. All of the boxes are all full of packing peanuts, so you dump all the peanuts onto the floor. You figure that if you're going to die down here, you might as well have fun. You are down to the last box. But this one isn't filled with peanuts. You find a necklace with an amulet shaped like a packing peanut. There is also a note. | Read the note |
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| You poke your head into the cupboard, but you have to use your flashlight to see anything because your big head is blocking all the light. In the beam of your flashlight, you see a large skeleton key wrapped in a piece of parchment. It is a note. | Read the note |
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| You open the door at the far end of the room. You step inside what looks like a small portable. The wall to your right is lined with lockers and to your left, there is a classroom. A small group of students is having class, and they all looked up from their books as you stepped through the doorway. The teacher says,"It's about time you showed up. We were just about to begin reading 'Antigone.' Take a seat. You will be reading the part of King Creon." | Start over |
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| You open the packet and find all sorts of supplies, from toothpaste to Afghan currency. There is a letter inside, too. It says,"Welcome to the the Global Protection Agency." The letter proceeds to give all the information you need to foil the evil plan of Dr. Harlow Thackeray. You dump the contents of the packet into your backpack and set off to save the world. | Start over |
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| You open the door, revealing more tunnel.You tread along on the fine, sandy dirt and are chilled by the cold, wet air of the cave.You enter a large, open space where the rock was excavated higher and wider, like an atrium. The tunnel continues ahead, but there is a small opening in the wall to the left, just big enough for a person to crawl through. | Keep on going through the tunnel |
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You grab the cowskull off the floor, and it feels heavier than you expected
it to. You look inside and see a small LED light blinking where the eye
used to be. Upon turning the skull over, you see a plastic device with a
timer that has already counted down to 30 seconds. "29, 28" It's a bomb! Thanks to that summer when your parents sent you to CIA camp, you learned exactly how to disarm a bomb like this. "23, 22" Now if only you could remember. "18, 17" In an adrenaline rush, it all comes back to you, and the timer stops at "08." | Check out the lime green book |
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| You pick up the old and slightly yellowed paper. Upon unfolding it, you see that it is a set of blueprints for the machine on the table. You notice a watermark in the paper. Holding it up to the light, you see a note. It reads,"This device will someday be used in dance clubs and discotheques all around the world. Signed, Billy Rambaldi, second cousin of Milo Rambaldi." You take the device home. Antiques dealers aren't too thrilled with it, but it becomes a cultural phenomenon overnight. You sell reproductions of it to dance clubs and discos all around the world. You become filthy rich and live out the rest of your days in a huge, extravagantly furnished mansion. | Start over |
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| As soon as you lay your hand on the honky tonk piano, you are transported to Athens, Alabama. You are in a small, stinky, poorly lit bar playing for a group of sad, drunk people. Of course, they're not listening to you. Their eyes are glued to the TV, watching Yanni in concert on, live from the Acropolis. When you get too loud, they throw onion rings at you. So begins your new life as a pub pianist. | Start over |
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| "Q is for Quantum! I've been looking for this book everywhere! Don't you find quantum mechanics facinating? I know I do! Thank you so much!" | Leave the monster |
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You pick up the note. It is written in a beautiful, flowing cursive script. "You are now the keeper of the sacred amulet of the packing peanut. When worn, this amulet will allow you to pass through mystical peanut portals that occur wherever there are packing peanuts. The portals will take you anywhere you want to go. Remember to use the power that has been bestowed upon you, the power of the packing peanut, for good!" You put on the necklace, and the pile of packing peanuts begins to glow blue and sink into the ground. Inside the hole, colors swirl and shimmer. The portal is opened! You dive into the portal and live a rich, happy life. |
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| It reads,"Second drawer on the right." You open the second drawer on the right and find nothing but paper clips and mouse droppings. You pull the drawer completely out of the counter. Using your flashlight, you look in the very back of the counter and see a keyhole. You stick your arm into the rectangular opening, all the way up to your shoulder, and turning the key in the keyhole, you hear a click. A hidden panel in the back of the counter swings open, revealing a sitar and a tiny honky tonk piano. | Grab the sitar |
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| You meet a traveller coming from the opposite direction. | Talk with the traveller |
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| Traveller whoops yer butt. You die alone on the side of the road. | Start over |
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| You let go of the puppy and run down the stairs and out of the house. When you get back to civilization, nobody believes your story about the telepathic glowing puppy. You become irrate because no one believes you. Even your family and friends think you're crazy, so they have you committed to an asylum 50 miles away. Now you get to spend the rest of your life hatching a plan to escape. But that's another story... | Start over |
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| "AAAAHHHHH! Yes you do!! I remember YOU! I remember your grimey little human face smushed against my glass prison!! I remember the torture you put me through, with your little experiments and games!! Yes, a lizard never forgets! And now you won't either!!" With that said, he throws you across the room. You splat against the opposite wall, dead instantly. The lizard flushes you down the toilet, and you are never seen again. | Start over |
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| The lizard is not amused. "You heartless humans. Never caring for any creature but yourselves. You may be curious to know what happened after you flushed me down the toilet. I fell into toxic muck, not totally unlike the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and grew to monstrous proportions. My brain also grew, and I became smarter than any human ever was! 'Scoots' the downtrodden pet lizard died that day. Harold, King of the Poikilotherms was born! I dug out a secret lair for myself and other downtrodden cold-blooded creatures and vowed revenge on my captor, you." The lizard begins to laugh maniacally. | Bite his finger-things and escape |
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| You fall for a while in total darkness until you land in a shallow pool of water. Lizards lounging on rocks scurry way as you splash and carry on, trying to get your bearings. You're bruised and in pain, but nothing seems to be broken. You realize that you're in a pool of water, near some rocks under a heat lamp. A few brave lizards have started to venture back onto the rocks, dipping their tales into the water. You see your reflection when you look past the lizards. You're in a large, glass terrerium. The terrerium is on a table in a large cave. | Try to get out |
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"I bought this ship to travel throughout the galaxy in search of a girl as
fun to torture as Jasmine. After a while, I got tired so, I decided to
abduct people to test my evil practical jokes on. I also plan to build a
personal theme park called 'Jarrod Land' where I can give random people
ruler beatings and wedgies." You live out the rest of your life as Captain Jarrod's guinea pig on the JSS Everett. Have fun! | Start over |
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| "I've lived here all my life, and if there's one thing I've learned, it's that lime green is a very nice color." | Leave the monster |
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| "I've been searching for the Great Llama Treasure. Yes, yes, you're thinking, 'There are no llamas in the desert,' but there are! There must have been because there's a Great Llama Treasure. I've heard that there are mountains of gold and silver and all the fruit you could eat. But that's all I know. Hope it helps you." | Thank the traveller and leave |
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| You walk along, minding your own business, until a small earthquake creates a rockslide, blocking the trail. You can detour to the left, which would mean going up, above the trail where the rockslide came from, or you can head right, into a small ravine. | Detour left |
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| You turn around and start walking down the tunnel, but the ground begins to shake. The ceiling crumbles and huge boulders fall from above. You are crushed as the tunnel collapses on you. | Start over |
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| You pull away the rotten boards and try the doorknob. The door falls off its hinges and hits the floor of the house with a loud smack. The cow skull rolls into an adjacent room. You are standing in the foyer. There is what looks like a parlor to your right, a kitchen in front of you, and some stairs leading to the second floor. | Go to the parlor |
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| You pull away the boards and start climbing through the window. You see that the room is in shambles, and it looks like rats and termites have eaten away almost everything in the room. The rats have also eaten through the floorboards, as you find out when you land on them. You crash through the floor like an anvil, blacking out as your head hits a metal pipe. You lie forgotten and alone, but not by the rats, who pay you a lot of attention... | Start over |
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