text: [Themes: Zorkian, Zork]
  
  > look at your surroundings
  "Hello. You have reached the Frobozz Magic Support Company hotglyph. All our adepts are busy at present, but if you keep chanting the invocation you used to summon this image, a support clerk will be with you shortly. In the meantime, please relax while the Accardia Barbershop Musicians Guild presents Movements VIII-XVI of 'Ode to Belboz'. Thank you for summoning Frobozz Magic Support."
  
  The six interior walls of this perfectly cubical room are perfectly white and featureless. A single silver compass rose, balancing a delicate crystal sphere on its bloom, floats like a pedestal above the floor.
  
  > take the key
  [taking the note as well]
  Taken.
  
  The burin makes a lunge at its shadow, and misses.
  
  > Inventory
  You have a granola bar, a log book, a red envelope, a syllabus, a note, and a shiny iron key. The red envelope seems to contain a crisp vellum scroll and a packing slip.
  
  > examine the vellum
  The scroll appears to have been freshly written.
  
  > go south
  Even if you could fly, reaching the cliff would be uncertain.
  
  The burin nibbles softly at your ear.
  
  > go to the east
  You are standing at the entrance to a large, familiar college campus. At least, it would be large and familiar if it existed, which it apparently doesn't anymore. The only solid things remaining are a white mailbox and two paths leading west and southwest. Everything else seems to be swallowed by a black, swirling void.
  
  You see a white cube here.
  
  An animated burin is perched on your head.
  
  > go to the southwest
  The path ends here at a newly formed cliff face, looking down over a strangely distorted crater to the north. Inky black void shivers around your feet, and trickles in small eddies from the crater's rim, nearly obscuring the single crumbling line of reality that leads northeast.
  
  A yellow signpost balances on the crater's edge.
  
  An animated burin is perched on your head.
  
  > examine signpost
  "The Lord Dimwit Flathead (the Excessive) Memorial Wabe.
  Positively NO littering."
  
  > drop the key
  The shiny iron key distorts weirdly as the void swallows it. You see it slowly fall toward the distant vault, then vanish.
  
  > go northeast
  You are standing at the entrance to a large, familiar college campus. At least, it would be large and familiar if it existed, which it apparently doesn't anymore. The only solid things remaining are a white mailbox and two paths leading west and southwest. Everything else seems to be swallowed by a black, swirling void.
  
  You see a white cube here.
  
  An animated burin is perched on your head.
  
  "Make sure you get a good look at everything," cheeps the burin helpfully.
  
  > Go west
  Here, in what was once the centre of campus, what little reality is left has condensed into a grue-black, rock-blasted crater hammered out of existence by some unimaginable power. The stars distort overhead in a strange demented dance; you can barely remember seeing a white mailbox to the east.
  
  An iron vault floats calmly in the void, apparently unscathed.
  
  An animated burin hovers over your head.
  
  Out of the corner of your eye, you see a rusty iron key fall from above.
  
  > take the key
  Taken.
  
  > examine the key
  It looks like an ordinary rusty iron key to me.
  
  > open the vault
  It's locked.
  
  The burin nibbles softly at your ear.
  
  > Unlock vault
  (with the rusty iron key)
  The rusty iron key turns smoothly in the lock. As the last tumbler clicks into place, an alarm nymph flies out of the keyhole, writes "Your master key has been age-verified. Thank you for using genuine Frobozz Magic Vault Company security products" in the air with her finger, then vanishes with a broad wink.
  
  > open the vault
  Opening the vault reveals a silver slide rule.
  
  > examine the rule
  It's a slide rule crafted from pure silver, inscribed with the initials "L.D.F.". Must be worth a fortune for antiquity value alone.
  
  > go east
  You are standing at the entrance to a large, familiar college campus. At least, it would be large and familiar if it existed, which it apparently doesn't anymore. The only solid things remaining are a white mailbox and two paths leading west and southwest. Everything else seems to be swallowed by a black, swirling void.
  
  You see a white cube here.
  
  An animated burin flies in small circles around your head.
  
  "Isn't this fun?" giggles the burin. "By the Quill, 'twill make a tall tale to tell thy tykes."
  
  > touch the cube
  As you touch the cube, the universe abruptly turns itself inside out.
  
  The six interior walls of this perfectly cubical room are perfectly white and featureless. A single silver compass rose, balancing a delicate crystal sphere on its bloom, floats like a pedestal above the floor.
  
  An animated burin hovers over your head.
  
  > Log
  What do you want the burin to write?
  
  > examine Log Book
  The book is leather-bound and bears the title "My Log Book" in flowing gilt lettering. It is currently open.
  
  The burin traces an intricate Double Fanucci figure in midair.
  
  > read it
  The opened log book contains a list of previous magic support problems and solutions, signed and dated by the clerk on duty at the time.
  
  24/4   Malyon spell backfired; burin accidentally animated. Oops. Zuzvuz.
  27/4   Adventurer eaten by stray grues. Resurrected with gaspar. Zuzvuz.
  32/4   Trolls ravaging village. Applied two-handed axe; resolved. Felenar.
  6/5    Some trouble communicating with cyclops. See legend 2001. Zuzvuz.
  13/5   Adventurer llepsed gaspar. Summoned Implementors. Zuzvuz.
  17/5   Implementors de-implemented Zuzvuz. Attempted blorple to Old Quendor. Felenar.
  20/5   Felenar and Zuzvuz missing. Sent replacement job application to GUE Tech. Sorkin.
  23/5   GUE Tech gated to Old Quendor. Llepsed golmac might work. Sorkin.
  29/5   Two words: why me? New support clerk arrives tomorrow. Must train
  before (after) breaking Sorkin's time loop. Assuming
  counterspell
  exists, if not... Helistar.