text: [Themes: Lovecraftian]
  
  > look around
  Open Water (in the life raft)
  You are in the open water. Your hands dig into the rubber as choppy water buffets your lifeboat, tossing you this way and that. The tall metal pillar of the wrecked plane looms to the southeast.
  
  The book lies open, its golden pages rippling regardless of the movement of the air.
  
  The huge serpent floats here, gasping, ineffectually snapping its slimy fangs. Apparently, the thing can't breathe outside the aether of the void. It seems like it's suffocating. Its head is far away, out of reach to nothing.
  
  The rain comes down in torrents.
  
  > Go southeast
  By the slide (in the life raft)
  The plane looms to your east, a huge monolith of white metal, half-sunk beneath the choppy waves. The yellow escape slide is still inflated, but it seems that everyone who got out is gone, now. There's a raft of suitcases(?) to the south. The endless ocean stretches out in all directions.
  
  Rain pounds down on you.
  
  > go east
  You set the paddle down inside the lifeboat.
  
  You get out of the life raft.
  
  The plane looms next to you, a huge monolith of white metal, half-sunk beneath the choppy waves. The yellow escape slide is still inflated, but it seems that everyone who got out is gone, now. There's a raft of suitcases(?) in the distance. The endless ocean stretches out in all directions.
  
  A yellow life raft floats here, bobbing violently among the black waves. You can reach it, but perhaps not for long.
  
  The plane looms next to you, a huge monolith of white metal, half-sunk beneath the choppy waves. The yellow escape slide is still inflated, but it seems that everyone who got out is gone, now. There's a raft of suitcases(?) in the distance. The endless ocean stretches out in all directions.
  
  The blistering cold of the hard rain makes you shiver.
  
  > check your inventory
  You are carrying:
  a pen light
  a paddle
  your bag (open)
  a fez cap
  a cosmetic mirror
  an apple (snagged at Cairo Airport)
  a plastic knife
  your cell phone
  
  The blistering cold of the hard rain makes you shiver.
  
  > go northeast
  You can't go that way.
  
  The rain comes down in torrents.
  
  > go north
  Open Water (in the life raft)
  You are in the open water. Your hands dig into the rubber as choppy water buffets your lifeboat, tossing you this way and that. The tall metal pillar of the wrecked plane looms to the south.
  
  You shiver under the onslaught of raindrops that blast your skull like tiny bullets.
  
  > go east
  Striking out into the open water is a dangerous proposition. You fear that you would quickly lose sight of the crash—and die.
  
  Rain pounds down on you.
  
  > go south
  By the slide (in the life raft)
  The plane looms to your east, a huge monolith of white metal, half-sunk beneath the choppy waves. The yellow escape slide is still inflated, but it seems that everyone who got out is gone, now. There's a raft of suitcases(?) to the south. The endless ocean stretches out in all directions.
  
  You shiver under the onslaught of raindrops that blast your skull like tiny bullets.
  
  > Go northwest
  Open Water (in the life raft)
  You are in the open water. Your hands dig into the rubber as choppy water buffets your lifeboat, tossing you this way and that. The tall metal pillar of the wrecked plane looms to the southeast.
  
  The book lies open, its golden pages rippling regardless of the movement of the air.
  
  The huge serpent floats here, gasping, ineffectually snapping its slimy fangs. Apparently, the thing can't breathe outside the aether of the void. It seems like it's suffocating. Its head is far away, out of reach to nothing.
  
  Rain pounds down on you.
  
  > get the book
  You close and latch the book as you pick it up.
  
  Taken.
  
  The clouds seem to part, and the sun returns, shining.
  
  > Go south
  Open Water (in the life raft)
  To the east is what remains of the plane, and southeast of you is what looks like a makeshift raft, assembled out of old luggage.
  
  > Go south
  Open Water (in the life raft)
  The makeshift flotilla of salvaged luggage is east of here, but you're too far away to make out any detail. The sun beats down on you, somewhere between pleasant and frightening.
  
  > Go east
  Luggage Flotilla (in the life raft)
  It looks like all the other passengers have camped out here. They're all crouched, somewhat raggedly, on a detached piece of wing. It's a sorry sight. Someone must have broken open the luggage hatch, because a whole raft of suitcases has been strapped together here, to keep them from sinking. Or maybe that's just the stuff from the overhead compartment.
  
  > examine the passengers
  Which do you mean, the 1) sleeping passenger or the 2) flotilla?
  
  > examine the sleeping
  There's a guy in a red button-up that looks like he might be the fellow who was sleeping behind you on the flight. It's hard to tell.
  
  > Flotilla
  It would be more fruitful to talk to someone who can answer.
  
  > enter the flotilla
  They recoil at first, at your decaying form, but the stewardess recognizes you. You discover that they think you were burned, somehow, by jet fuel during the crash. You play along, and you let them tend to you. You'll find a way to hide, once you're rescued.
  
  > look at the flash
  It's too far away.
  
  > go to the north-west
  You are in an inky black expanse, stretching infinitely in every direction. It is utterly, eerily silent.
  
  The shimmering book floats just southeast of you.
  
  Far away, northwest of where you float, you glimpse a flash of bronze-ish color, but it is too far away to make out any details.
  
  > go to the northwest
  You are in an inky black expanse, stretching infinitely in every direction. It is utterly, eerily silent.
  
  Somewhere in the distance, southeast of here, you can see the glimmer of the book's unearthly pages.
  
  Far away, northwest of where you float, you glimpse a flash of bronze-ish color, but it is too far away to make out any details.
  
  > Go northwest
  You are in an inky black expanse, stretching infinitely in every direction. It is utterly, eerily silent.
  
  Somewhere in the distance, southeast of here, you can see the glimmer of the book's unearthly pages.
  
  Far away, up and northwest of where you float, you glimpse a flash of bronze-ish color, but it is too far away to make out any details.
  
  > go to the north-west
  You are in an inky black expanse, stretching infinitely in every direction. It is utterly, eerily silent and dry.
  
  Somewhere in the distance, southeast of here, you can see the glimmer of the book's unearthly pages.
  
  Far away, up and northwest of where you float, you glimpse a flash of bronze-ish color, but it is too far away to make out any details.
  
  > check your inventory
  You are carrying:
  a pen light
  a paddle
  your bag (open)
  a fez cap
  a cosmetic mirror
  an apple (snagged at Cairo Airport)
  a plastic knife
  your cell phone
  
  > About yourself
  You don't really care who sees you at this point. All this being knocked around has scraped off a lot of your disguise. If you look like a zombie emerging from a skinsuit, so be it.
  
  > Go southeast
  You are in an inky black expanse, stretching infinitely in every direction. It is utterly, eerily silent.
  
  The book floats here, open, its pages shimmering in nonexistent light, beckoning you to return to the world.
  
  Far away, northwest of where you float, you glimpse a flash of bronze-ish color, but it is too far away to make out any details.
  
  > enter the book
  You push your head against the page—you pass through, as if it
  wasn't
  there, and tumble through...
  
  You emerge into the cold water, slightly disoriented.
  Luggage Flotilla
  It looks like all the other passengers have camped out here. They're all crouched, somewhat raggedly, on a detached piece of wing. It's a sorry sight. Someone must have broken open the luggage hatch, because a whole raft of suitcases has been strapped together here, to keep them from sinking. Or maybe that's just the stuff from the overhead compartment.
  
  The book lies open, its golden pages rippling regardless of the movement of the air.
  
  A yellow life raft floats here, bobbing violently among the black waves. You can reach it, but perhaps not for long.
  
  You shiver under the onslaught of raindrops that blast your skull like tiny bullets.
  
  > get all
  book: You close and latch the book as you pick it up.
  
  Taken.
  
  The clouds seem to part, and the sun returns, shining.
  
  > Go north
  The plane looms next to you, a huge monolith of white metal, half-sunk beneath the placid waves. The yellow escape slide is still inflated, but it seems that everyone who got out is gone, now. There's a raft of suitcases in the distance. The endless ocean stretches out in all directions.
  
  > go to the north-west
  You are in the open water. Bright sun shines on your face. The tall metal pillar of the wrecked plane looms to the southeast.
  
  > Go south
  To the east is what remains of the plane, and southeast of you is the makeshift raft that the survivors assembled.
  
  > Go east
  You are in the open water. Bright sun shines on your face. The tall metal pillar of the wrecked plane looms to the south.
  
  > go to the north-west
  You are in an inky black expanse, stretching infinitely in every direction. It is utterly, eerily silent and dry.
  
  The shimmering book floats just southeast of you.
  
  Far away, northwest of where you float, you glimpse a flash of bronze-ish color, but it is too far away to make out any details.
  
  > go to the northwest
  You are in an inky black expanse, stretching infinitely in every direction. It is utterly, eerily silent.
  
  Somewhere in the distance, southeast of here, you can see the glimmer of the book's unearthly pages.
  
  Far away, northwest of where you float, you glimpse a flash of bronze-ish color, but it is too far away to make out any details.
  
  > Go up
  You are in an inky black expanse, stretching infinitely in every direction. It is utterly, eerily silent and dry.
  
  Somewhere in the distance, southeast of here, you can see the glimmer of the book's unearthly pages.
  
  Far away, northwest of where you float, you glimpse a flash of bronze-ish color, but it is too far away to make out any details.
  
  > Go northwest
  You are in an inky black expanse, stretching infinitely in every direction. It is utterly, eerily silent.
  
  Somewhere in the distance, southeast of here, you can see the glimmer of the book's unearthly pages.
  
  Somewhere above, you can see what looks like the bronze key.
  
  > ascend
  You are in an inky black expanse, stretching infinitely in every direction. It is utterly, eerily silent and dry.
  
  Somewhere in the distance, southeast of here, you can see the glimmer of the book's unearthly pages.
  
  The bronze key floats just a few feet up and northwest from you.
  
  > examine key
  (the bronze key)
  It's the same key that you saw grandfather drop into the book!
  
  > get key
  (the bronze key)
  It's too far away.
  
  > Ascend
  You are in an inky black expanse, stretching infinitely in every direction. It is utterly, eerily silent and dry.
  
  Somewhere in the distance, southeast of here, you can see the glimmer of the book's unearthly pages.
  
  The bronze key floats just a few feet northwest from you.
  
  > Go northwest
  You are in an inky black expanse, stretching infinitely in every direction. It is utterly, eerily silent.
  
  Somewhere in the distance, southeast of here, you can see the glimmer of the book's unearthly pages.
  
  You can see a bronze key here.
  
  > get the key
  (the bronze key)
  As you seize the floating key, you feel a warmth extend from your hands to your entire body, and you realize that your torso is glowing red...
  
  A glowing green keyhole forms out the molten flesh of your torso, burning through your shirt and jacket—but strangely, it doesn't hurt at all.
  
  > examine the keyhole
  A burning black keyhole in your chest, aching for a key.
  
  > unlock the keyhole with the key
  (the bronze key)
  The key is swallowed up, and as it is, you feel more flesh peel away, flaking like dead paint—your throat clears out, as if it had never been clear before.
  
  You have decayed further; you are more a monster. And you no longer need to breathe.
  
  > About yourself
  Flaking apart like some kind of hideous corpse, you look more like a monster than a man.
  
  > Go southeast
  You are in an inky black expanse, stretching infinitely in every direction. It is utterly, eerily silent.
  
  Somewhere in the distance, southeast of here, you can see the glimmer of the book's unearthly pages.
  
  > Go southeast
  You are in an inky black expanse, stretching infinitely in every direction. It is utterly, eerily silent.
  
  Somewhere in the distance, down and southeast of here, you can see the glimmer of the book's unearthly pages.
  
  > Go southeast
  You are in an inky black expanse, stretching infinitely in every direction. It is utterly, eerily silent and dry.
  
  Somewhere in the distance, down and southeast of here, you can see the glimmer of the book's unearthly pages.
  
  > Go southeast
  You are in an inky black expanse, stretching infinitely in every direction. It is utterly, eerily silent.
  
  Somewhere in the distance, below here, you can see the glimmer of the book's unearthly pages.