text: [Themes: profanity]
  
  All is light. All should be light.
  
  But it's not, and there is weight on your feet. Something isn't right.
  
  You were in the middle of something just now. What was it?
  
  You are standing in the center of a colorwheel, its hues sliding away from your perception on all sides. Several dark gray statues in varying states of disrepair stand nearby.
  
  You can see a diary entry, a map, a broken killer statue, a broken mother statue, a broken target statue and a broken savior statue here.
  
  > About you
  As good-looking as ever.
  
  > examine diary
  It's part of a diary entry written on a scrap of journal paper. It reads, "By the time I knew what I had to do, nothing remained in my heart but the admiration I had reserved for myself. I knew my family would be stricken with terror, and I should have felt loathing for the action I was about to take, but this is the price of vigilance and everything else was stricken from my heart."
  
  > look at map
  Anticipation    Optimism        Joy             Love            Trust Aggressiveness  Vigilance       Ecstacy         Admiration
  Submission
  Anger           Rage            CENTER          Terror          Fear Contempt        Loathing        Grief           Amazement       Awe Disgust         Remorse         Sadness         Disapproval
  Surprise
  
  > look at the killer statue
  The killer stands resolute with weapon in hand, but his face betrays the most unpleasant of feelings.
  
  > examine the mother statue
  She covers her face with her hands, unable to contain her emotion.
  
  > look at the savior statue
  Open arms, ready to love anyone who does precisely as he asks.
  
  > take all
  diary entry: Taken.
  map: Taken.
  
  > Go northeast
  You can see a crime here.
  
  > look at the crime
  too vile to touch, too horrible to forgive, too sad to keep closer than the furthest corner of the mind.
  
  > take the crime
  Taken.
  
  > go to the south-west
  You are standing in the center of a colorwheel, its hues sliding away from your perception on all sides. Several dark gray statues in varying states of disrepair stand nearby.
  
  You can see a broken killer statue, a broken mother statue, a broken target statue and a broken savior statue here.
  
  > take the mother statue
  The broken mother statue is far too heavy to lift.
  
  > look at map
  Anticipation    Optimism        Joy             Love            Trust Aggressiveness  Vigilance       Ecstacy         Admiration
  Submission
  Anger           Rage            CENTER          Terror          Fear Contempt        Loathing        Grief           Amazement       Awe Disgust         Remorse         Sadness         Disapproval
  Surprise
  
  > Go southwest
  You can see a victim here.
  
  > look at the victim
  you should not have done this, a good man as you know him to be should not die this way
  
  you should not have done this, a good man as you know him to be should not die this way
  
  > look at diary entry
  It's part of a diary entry written on a scrap of journal paper. It reads, "By the time I knew what I had to do, nothing remained in my heart but the disapproval I had reserved for myself. I knew my family would be stricken with terror, and I should have felt disapproval for the action I was about to take, but this is the price of vigilance and everything else was stricken from my heart."
  
  > Inventory
  You are carrying:
  a victim
  a crime
  a map
  a diary entry
  
  > Go north
  You can see a family here.
  
  > look at the family
  Five stages over and over, knowledge without comprehension, an undending and terrible cycle
  
  > take the family
  Taken.
  
  > Go west
  You can see a purpose here.
  
  > look at the purpose
  you must not question, you must only do exactly as you are told to do. no other choice.
  
  > Inventory
  You are carrying:
  a purpose
  a family
  a victim
  a crime
  a map
  a diary entry
  
  > look at the diary
  It's part of a diary entry written on a scrap of journal paper. It reads, "By the time I knew what I had to do, nothing remained in my heart but the vigilance I had reserved for myself. I knew my family would be stricken with vigilance, and I should have felt vigilance for the action I was about to take, but this is the price of vigilance and everything else was stricken from my heart."
  
  > examine diary
  It's part of a diary entry written on a scrap of journal paper. It reads, "By the time I knew what I had to do, nothing remained in my heart but the the center I had reserved for myself. I knew my family would be stricken with the center, and I should have felt the center for the action I was about to take, but this is the price of the center and everything else was stricken from my heart."
  
  > examine diary
  It's part of a diary entry written on a scrap of journal paper. It reads, "By the time I knew what I had to do, nothing remained in my heart but the grief I had reserved for myself. I knew my family would be stricken with grief, and I should have felt grief for the action I was about to take, but this is the price of grief and everything else was stricken from my heart."
  
  > drop family
  Dropped.
  
  > Go north
  You are standing in the center of a colorwheel, its hues sliding away from your perception on all sides. Several dark gray statues in varying states of disrepair stand nearby.
  
  You can see a broken killer statue, an unbroken mother statue, a broken target statue and a broken savior statue here.
  
  > look at the mother
  She covers her face with her hands, unable to contain her emotion.
  
  > look at what you're carrying with you
  You are carrying:
  a purpose
  a victim
  a crime
  a map
  a diary entry
  
  > look at the purpose
  you must not question, you must only do exactly as you are told to do. no other choice.
  
  > go to the south-west
  Dropped.
  
  You are standing in the center of a colorwheel, its hues sliding away from your perception on all sides. Several dark gray statues in varying states of disrepair stand nearby.
  
  You can see a broken killer statue, an unbroken mother statue, a broken target statue and a broken savior statue here.
  
  > go west
  You can see a victim here.
  
  Taken.
  
  Dropped.
  
  You are standing in the center of a colorwheel, its hues sliding away from your perception on all sides. Several dark gray statues in varying states of disrepair stand nearby.
  
  You can see a broken killer statue, an unbroken mother statue, a broken target statue and an unbroken savior statue here.
  
  > look at the diary
  It's part of a diary entry written on a scrap of journal paper. It reads, "By the time I knew what I had to do, nothing remained in my heart but the the center I had reserved for myself. I knew my family would be stricken with grief, and I should have felt the center for the action I was about to take, but this is the price of submission and everything else was stricken from my heart."
  
  > examine the killer
  The killer stands resolute with weapon in hand, but his face betrays the most unpleasant of feelings.
  
  > look at the crime
  too vile to touch, too horrible to forgive, too sad to keep closer than the furthest corner of the mind.
  
  > go northeast
  Dropped.
  
  You are standing in the center of a colorwheel, its hues sliding away from your perception on all sides. Several dark gray statues in varying states of disrepair stand nearby.
  
  You can see an unbroken killer statue, an unbroken mother statue, a broken target statue and an unbroken savior statue here.
  
  > check your inventory
  You are carrying:
  a victim
  a map
  a diary entry
  
  > look at the victim
  you should not have done this, a good man as you know him to be should not die this way
  
  > Go northeast
  Dropped.
  
  You return to the center and are suddenly there again. You stand before him, pistol extended, disgust for your actions in your heart but standing resolute as a God-fearing man must be. Your mother sees what you are about to do and places her face in her hands, unable to watch. Your pistol barks and the face of the prime minister contorts in pain, a good man condemned to an early death by your hand.
  
  They are coming for you, they break your body with sharp metal and rough hands but you can no longer hear them or feel them, for you are in the arms of they who called to you. "It's time," they call. "You are forgiven and you are loved. Truly you do our work this day."
  
  You ascend smiling, your mind and body gone but your soul free at long last.