text: [Themes: Apollo 18 Tribute Album, grave-digging, music, based on songs, death]
  
  > Wait
  This is as deep in the forest as it gets. Nothing but trees all around, and only a couple beams of moonlight to see them by.
  
  There's a dead body here.
  
  The soil in this tiny clearing feels uncommonly soft.
  
  [Author's Note: For reasons which remain obscure, it is your job to dig a grave.]
  
  > About yourself
  A little scuffed up from the walk out here, but looking better than your friend over there.
  
  > touch the soil
  You feel nothing unexpected.
  
  )."
  
  > look at the trees
  The trees crowd around you. They almost seem suspicious.
  
  > Inventory
  You are carrying:
  a shovel
  
  > examine the shovel
  A long, sturdy shovel of questionable provenance.
  
  > examine the body
  It's a dead body. Its clothes are dirty (on account of being dragged through the woods). Its eyes are open, but they aren't looking at anything.
  
  > close the eyes
  To a person playing a game in text, that probably seems like a poetic thing to do, but in person the prospect is kind of really gross.
  
  > look at eyes
  They look more like two glass eyes.
  
  > take the eyes
  That seems to be a part of the dead body.
  
  > Attack body
  You give the corpse a stiff kick. To make sure.
  
  > Dig
  You begin digging. Soon you've excavated an area about as long and broad as the corpse, and a few inches deep.
  
  > Dig
  You dig some more. The hole gets deeper. Piles of turned-up soil are forming around its perimeter.
  
  > look at the grave
  It's starting to look like a real hole.
  
  > enter the grave
  You stand in the hole for a little bit, but it's a lackluster experience.
  
  > Dig
  You manage to excavate a little more, but after all this digging you're exhausted.
  
  > Dig
  Your arms are too tired, and you're out of breath. You need to take a break before you dig any more.
  
  > Wait
  Time passes.
  
  > Dig
  Your arms are too tired, and you're out of breath. You need to take a break before you dig any more.
  
  Well, now your arms are starting to feel like they could handle some more digging.
  
  > examine the clothes
  The corpse's clothes are stained and ripped beyond repair. You can discern a lump in one of the pockets.
  
  > examine lump
  (First reaching in the dead person's pocket and stealing their stuff) It's a rock, in kind of a spiral shape.
  
  > look at the rock
  It's a rock, in kind of a spiral shape.
  
  > eat the rock
  That's plainly inedible.
  
  > examine scratches
  The scratches are apparently artificial. As you look at them, they seem to form some kind of pattern.
  
  > look at the pattern
  As you squint more and more at the spiral, the pattern of scratches almost makes its significance known to you--but no. It's just just a scratched-up rock.
  
  > Dig
  You return to your task with renewed vigor. The hole gets deeper.
  
  > Dig
  You continue to dig until the hole has become more or less a proper grave. Congratulations.
  
  > get in the grave
  You get in the grave for a little while. A creepy feeling comes over you. You climb out of the grave.
  
  > jump
  You jump on the spot, fruitlessly.
  
  > Sing
  Your singing is abominable.
  
  > Kiss body
  You can only bring yourself to give it a little peck on the cheek.
  
  > put the body in the grave
  You push the corpse to the edge of the grave and then you shove it in. It hits the bottom with a thud.
  
  You cover it up with dirt until you get bored and walk away.
  And now I'm in charge! Thanks for putting my spirit to rest,
  sucker!
  
  I'm in Heaven, in front of the pearly gate, and you're not, so, sucks to be you.
  
  And Saint Peter is here! Awesome!
  
  > About you
  Who cares what I look like? It's the afterlife! I look like whatever the heck I want!
  
  > look at the peter
  He's this dude in a robe, with a beard, that kind of thing, and he's carrying some keys. He's waving at me, because he knows we're gonna be best friends.
  
  > Wave
  You wave, feeling foolish.
  
  > examine the keys
  One of them is gold, and the other one is silver. I don't see why this one gate needs two keys.
  
  > look at clouds
  Yes obviously there are clouds here. Duh.
  
  > look at the gate
  It's this huge gate, made out of a gigantic pearl. It's pretty amazing. I wish you could see it. But you can't, because you're alive!
  
  I don't really care whether you see it or not!
  
  > talk to Peter
  Hey, Peter! How about letting me in, man?
  
  He's not saying anything. He's just getting something out of the copious folds of his voluminous robe.
  
  Oh, hey, it's a medal! For me! For being so great! Thanks, Pete!
  
  > examine medal
  It's this awesome gold medal, and it says "AMICISSIMUS DAMNATORUM," which is Latin.
  
  > wear the medal
  Hey guess what? I'll wear it when I feel like it!
  
  > open gate
  Come on!
  
  > open gate
  Wait, what's going on?
  
  > open gate
  
  > Dig
  This is as deep in the forest as it gets. Nothing but trees all around, and only a couple beams of moonlight to see them by.
  
  There's a dead body here.
  
  The soil in this tiny clearing feels uncommonly soft.
  
  > Dig
  You begin digging. Soon you've excavated an area about as long and broad as the corpse, and a few inches deep.
  
  > wait
  Time passes.
  
  Well, now your arms are starting to feel like they could handle some more digging.
  
  > Dig
  You return to your task with renewed vigor. The hole gets deeper.
  
  > Dig
  You continue to dig until the hole has become more or less a proper grave. Congratulations.
  
  > Dig
  The grave is deep enough. You are done digging.
  
  > bury yourself
  That would be harder than it sounds.
  
  > take the lump
  Taken.
  
  > look at Peter
  He's this dude in a robe, with a beard, that kind of thing, and he's carrying some keys. He's waving at me, because he knows we're gonna be best friends.
  
  > Wave
  You wave, feeling foolish.
  
  > About you
  Who cares what I look like? It's the afterlife! I look like whatever the heck I want!
  
  > open the gates
  Looks like it's locked. Whatever, Peter's gonna unlock it in a second.
  
  > Unlock gates
  (with the keys)
  Saint Peter has better things to do.
  
  > give the medal to Peter
  Saint Peter doesn't seem interested.
  
   Come on!
  Wait, what's going on?
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  > LIST A