text: [Themes: Lovecraftian, female protagonist]
  
  > look at your surroundings
  A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west.
  
  This gallery is quite narrow for displaying large paintings; perhaps the width of two people laid end to end. Its narrowness and clutter only feel more claustrophobic when set against the high ceilings. The slim path through the room's center makes you apprehensive about walking through. There are at least three large paintings and an abstract photograph that particularly catch your attention.
  
  Various hulking pieces of furniture are pressed into four dark corners and distributed sporadically along the walls. Tacky bric-a-brac crowds every flat surface. Someone may have hoarded these misfit objects here to keep them from fouling the rest of the house.
  
  An oversized mirror in a heavy wooden frame is casually propped against the door to the north, and you don't see another way through.
  
  > examine the furniture
  Which do you mean, the fainting couch, the credenza or the standing chest?
  
  > Couch
  A fainting couch that looks like it could be from a museum.
  
  > examine the photograph
  A rather abstract photograph in black and white. You're not sure what it represents. Perhaps a line drawing of a hand with an eye in the center?
  
  > examine the credenza
  This is a low, long piece of furniture that is being used as a china cabinet, with a half-shelving unit perched precariously on it. The shelves are full of old, worn import porcelain in bland, cheap designs that have aged poorly.
  
  > examine the chest
  A dark wooden standing chest, on tall, thin, wooden turned legs. The woodwork is ornate. A door is open, revealing that this chest has served as someone's covert liquor bar.
  
  > pull string
  The doll intones: "Avoid the omen of the yerrik-gallery!"
  
  > pull the string
  The doll intones: "Avoid the walls! Green is the hue of poison and untamed growth!"
  
  > examine gallery
  A long and narrow room, with a satin wallcovering in rich, patterned green above the creamy wainscot paneling. The room is overcrowded with paintings and furniture. There are doors at either end of the gallery, leading north and west.
  
  This gallery is quite narrow for displaying large paintings; perhaps the width of two people laid end to end. Its narrowness and clutter only feel more claustrophobic when set against the high ceilings. The slim path through the room's center makes you apprehensive about walking through. There are at least three large paintings and an abstract photograph that particularly catch your attention.
  
  Various hulking pieces of furniture are pressed into four dark corners and distributed sporadically along the walls. Tacky bric-a-brac crowds every flat surface. Someone may have hoarded these misfit objects here to keep them from fouling the rest of the house.
  
  An oversized mirror in a heavy wooden frame is casually propped against the door to the north, and you don't see another way through.
  
  You can see a photograph here.
  
  > examine Walls
  The walls are covered in rich, patterned green satin above the creamy wainscot paneling.
  
  > look at the mirror
  An oversized mirror in a heavy wooden frame. The bottom left corner is cracked and broken into large shards. A painting of a child is posed directly opposite the mirror, and glancing at your reflection, you can see her dispassionate gaze over your left shoulder.
  
  A sliver of otherworldly moonlight is spilled onto the floor next to the mirror's broken corner. On closer inspection, it is a mirror shard, glowing as if it were showing a private reflection of a moonsoaked world.
  
  > get the shard
  (the shard)
  As you stoop for the shard, you see a thin strip of paper that had been stuck in some of the broken pieces of the mirror.
  
  Taken.
  
  > examine paper
  Which do you mean, the fortune, the old newspaper (smelling faintly of mildew), the repaired page (smelling faintly of mildew) or the yellowed newspapers?
  
  > examine the fortune
  A scrap of paper providing more of a declaratory statement than a fortune. It reads "The answer is inside you." On its reverse, it says "Full moon tonight; Beware the updog. Lucky numbers 4, 7, 69, 13."
  
  > cut yourself with the shard
  Which do you mean, the shard, the shard of shattered carapace (smelling faintly of mildew) or the glass shard (smelling faintly of mildew)?
  
  > examine the glass shard
  You see nothing special about the glass shard (smelling faintly of mildew).
  
  A faint smell of mildew emanates from it.
  
  > look at the mirror shard
  A sharply pointed triangular shard of the mirror that could fit nicely into your hand, like a primitive knife.
  
  > put the glass shard in the side pocket
  You unzip the side pocket, deposit the glass shard (smelling faintly of mildew), then zip the side pocket back up again.
  
  > put the carapace shard in the side pocket
  You unzip the side pocket, deposit the shard of shattered carapace (smelling faintly of mildew), then zip the side pocket back up again.
  
  > cut yourself with the shard
  You stare at your left wrist, and contemplate the shard in your right hand. Do you really have the nerve to do this? Are you certain this is what the message in the fortune meant?
  
  Don't think about it. Don't think about it. DON'T THINK ABOUT
  IT
  
  You take aim at your left wrist and stab. The pain is intense. More intense than you can bear. Before you black out, you grab the mirror frame, which pivots suddenly on the uneven floor. I hope I didn't sever the tendons, you think.
  
  In Rube-Goldberg fashion, the old behemoth crashes down a moment after you hit the ground. The mirror's frame slides out and hits the credenza, which unloads its fragile junk onto the floor, and in doing so, nudges the standing chest, whose thin, wooden legs gave way under it. Like ugly, misshapen dominoes, the objects in the room fall into a kind of ordered destruction.
  
  When you come to, you see that you are now surrounded by broken, useless, tacky chaos. Not even a single lidded beer stein or mini-pendulum clock made it through unscathed.
  
  > What's the updog
  Not much. What's up with you?