text: > look around
  The Churchyard (David Jose)
  A neglected and long forgotten cemetery stretches out below you, surrounded by a rusted wrought iron fence. Lopsided gravemarkers, slowly succumbing to the elements, topple downhill like a congregation bent low in prayer. At the very center of the graveyard, set into a low valley, a squat, stone mausoleum crouches menacingly.
  
  To the southwest a dilapidated, stave church rises up obscenely against the night sky.
  
  A dark pine forest crowds against the wrought iron fence to the northeast. You might be able to forge a path between its trees.
  
  > examine the fence
  A pitted wrought iron fence surrounds the graveyard.
  
  The fence seems fairly sturdy, but one of the cast iron spires seems to have been knocked loose from the top rail and is leaning askew.
  
  > get the spire
  You grab hold of the loose rod and wrench it free from the fence.
  
  > pry the door with the rod
  You work the iron spire into the narrow gap between the door and the stone jamb and attempt to pry it open. After several minutes of effort, you're able to slowly work the door open far enough for you to be able to squeeze through.
  
  > examine the rod
  A four foot long piece of the wrought iron fence that surrounds the cemetery. It's tipped with a wicked looking, spear-shaped finial.
  
  > go inside
  Mausoleum (Gary Butterfield)
  Immediately upon entering, you feel hot. This is a square chamber, made of stone. Dust is suspended in the air, clearly visible in the bright purple light eminating from the center of the room. The dust does not seem to fall. There is a plinth in the center of the room with a tome on it. Each corner has a full length mirror.
  
  On the plinth is a shabby journal.
  
  A faint chill comes over you.
  
  > About you
  Looks like everything is in place, more or less.
  
  > check your inventory
  You are carrying:
  a faint chill (haunting you)
  a cast iron spire
  a waterproof flashlight
  the diary of Phyllis Cragne
  a postcard of Big Ben
  a giant milkweed leaf (being worn as a mask)
  The Modern Girl's Divination Handbook -- Volume Three
  a pull-string doll
  a glass jar containing an insect
  a half-full styrofoam coffee cup
  a familiar gold wristwatch
  a brass winding key
  
  > look at the chill
  A chill emanates from behind you, fading as you turn.
  
  > Examine journal
  A shabby looking leather volume with uneven pages. The letters "LVPB" have been burned onto the spine, under the insignia for The Backwater Public Library, which features two back to back crescent moons joined by a downward looking eye.
  
  This appears to be what's known as a commonplace book. It's a place for a writer to jot down ideas and fragments. There's really no order to it, but you could flip through it, if you wish.
  
  > get it
  You hear a voice that says "Do you remember the first time you stole something? Do you remember when you first realized that adults lie all the time? How did that feel?" You close your eyes and shake your head, clearing it. When you open them, you find yourself at the entrance of the mausoleum.
  
  > read journal
  You'll have to take it off the plinth first.
  
  The chill behind you intensifies, and you feel like you're being watched.
  
  > look at the plinth
  Unlike the rest of the room, the plinth is starkly industrial. It is made of rusted iron, with rusty streaks moving downward towards the ground, as if water had poured from the top at one point. There is a tome on top.
  
  On the plinth is a shabby journal.
  
  > examine the tome
  A shabby looking leather volume with uneven pages. The letters "LVPB" have been burned onto the spine, under the insignia for The Backwater Public Library, which features two back to back crescent moons joined by a downward looking eye.
  
  This appears to be what's known as a commonplace book. It's a place for a writer to jot down ideas and fragments. There's really no order to it, but you could flip through it, if you wish.
  
  Frost lines the edges of the library insignia.
  
  > read the journal
  You'll have to take it off the plinth first.
  
  > examine the northward mirror
  The mirror is positioned in the northern corner of the room. It has an oaken frame and a small bas relief of a human figure in the stone above. When you examine your reflection, you find that it reflects only you, not the room that surrounds you. You stare at yourself, staring at yourself, floating in a purple void.
  
  > examine the dust
  The dust is piled up under each stack of tombs. It looks finely ground.
  
  > examine the westward mirror
  The mirror is in the western corner of the room, but it has been destroyed, though oddly enough, not broken. It looks as if it were melted. There is a bas relief of a writing quill in the stone above.
  
  > examine eastward
  The mirror is positioned in the eastern corner of the room. It has an pine frame and a small bas relief of a spider in the stone above. When you examine your reflection, you jump backwards away from it. The mirror does not seem to reflect you, but instead it shows you as if a giant had crumbled you up like a piece of paper. Your neck is folded so that your ear is resting on your collarbone. Your arms are bent, and twisted. Bones break through the skin, and spurs jut to the surface. At first you do not think it is actually you, but it clearly is. The creature in the mirror has the same terror in its eyes that you do.
  
  > look at southward
  The mirror is positioned in the southern corner of the room. It has a brass frame and there is a bas relief of a small humanoid in the stone above. You see a small version of yourself, though it is not exactly the same. Its posture is more confident, defiant even. When you look at its eyes, you see that its eyes do not match yours and it instead watches your hands carefully.
  
  > examine the coffee
  The clouds in your cup form a perfect fern, just like in a fancy latte. Botanical images mean that while there is much left to accomplish in the present situation, your immediate environment sustains you, and you have everything that you need.
  
  > put the handbook on plinth
  You put The Modern Girl's Divination Handbook -- Volume Three on the plinth.
  
  > get the journal
  The voice returns, "It is interesting to me that you think I belong
  to you. We both contain worlds, universes, multitudes. Possibility. And you would possess me." A bright flash of light and you find yourself at the entrance of the mausoleum.
  
  > read the journal
  You'll have to take it off the plinth first.
  
  > get the journal
  The voice is louder. "Your name is written on water. Everything
  around you, everything in this place will be here long after you're dead and no one remembers you. Be gone." Again, you find yourself at the entrance of the mausoleum. This time, though you don't remember falling, you are on one knee.
  
  > get journal
  The voice is exasperated. "What if you don't like what's at the end
  of all of this? Think about the time you're wasting here. All of this effort, all of this  reading  and for what? Do you not
  realize that some day you will die? How many entire days have you lived and complete forgotten? More than you can count, I wager." Your vision goes black and you feel yourself slammed against the door of the mausoleum, banging your head. Your rub the back of your hair and feel wet.
  
  > get the journal
  The voice is whispering. "Do you know what I have forgotten? Nothing. Every moment of my life is valuable and preserved. Every finger that has ever turned one of my pages, every set of eyes that has read me, I remember them all. I'm something that all of your kind wishes to be- permanent. How much time do you have to waste on this silly game? Here, let me make the decision easy for you." You hear a high pitched whining and...
  You are back at the train station. You look around. Everything seems to be reset. You sigh, and painstakingly begin the process of dutifully repeating all of the actions that brought you to the mausoleum. Hours later, exhausted, you pry the door open and re-enter the tomb.
  
  > get the journal
  The voice screams. "What is wrong with you? Examine yourself. I'll give you time." The whining sound is much louder and more intense now, and is accompanied by the smell of ozone. When you open your eyes... You see a man in a mask pulling you out of somewhere safe and warm. You're surrounded by strangers and people you love.
  ...
  You open your mouth to scream and
  WAAAHHHHHHHH. A...baby? This can't be real. You start pumping your fists in anger, trying to shake it off. Suddenly, the man with the mask reels back his gloved hand and
  SMACK
  You are on the floor of the mausoleum.
  
  > About you
  Looks like everything is in place, more or less.
  
  > get the journal
  You stare at the book for a moment before reaching out to yank it off the plinth. It puts up no resistance this time.
  
  > read the journal
  teeth you lose grow entire new skulls, identical, one in ten will
  grow hair, fat
  
  > read the journal
  named knife, with a family
  
  > read the journal
  hair starts growing from teeth/eyes
  
  > read the journal
  person becomes blind, but only to certain objects
  
  > read the journal
  Man's sense of taste becomes more and more sensitive until water is too spicy to drink
  
  > read the journal
  Town where everyone hears voices but the voices only tell them ways they could improve their lives
  
  > read the journal
  heartbreak insurance broker, sinister end