text: > Look around
  This is one of those miserable windowless back rooms you find in a restaurant or retail shop. You can imagine the kind of boss who might lair here. He's got a mustache, maybe a hairpiece too, and wears a wide, earth-toned tie. He smokes, probably cheap cigars. He's loud and abusive to his employees. As the place is not in use, he's not actually here, but his presence lingers nonetheless.
  
  The office door leads back out east into the kitchen.
  
  Sitting on a desk is a small, boxy security system. It displays the dining room in blurry black and white. A thin wire leads out of it and up through a hole near the ceiling. There's also a printer attached.
  
  > Go east
  This is a small professional kitchen. Although the pots and pans and smaller appliances are all gone, the oven is still functional, as long as your uncle keeps paying the gas bill. Also here, not part of the original decor, is the Ark of Whatever.
  
  The door to the restaurant's office leads west, the pantry is to the south, and the dining room is to the north.
  
  The cable from the security camera runs through here and into a small hole above the office door.
  
  Walter is here, unconscious.
  
  > Go north
  The old bistro had ten tables and seated about forty. The chairs are propped up on the tables upside-down and covered in dust. Large windows look out onto the street, but they're soaped up so that the public can't see all the important renovation work going on in here, which is to say none. The kitchen is to the south, the bathroom is to the west, and you can walk out onto the street to the north.
  
  Hanging from the ceiling is a funky, thrift-store-looking chandelier.
  
  You can see a small security camera mounted in the corner of the ceiling, and a thin black wire running from it.
  
  > Go north
  You're on Randolph Avenue, which stretches far to the west toward Highland Park and to the east towards the river. Your cult's bookstore is located a few miles to the west, Carver's Cave is to the northeast, and there's an alleyway to the southwest.
  
  Sam's place is to the north, and the dining room is south.
  
  Your Saturn is parked here.
  
  > enter Saturn
  You get into the Saturn.
  
  > go north
  Hague Avenue (in the Saturn)
  You're outside your ex-girlfriend's place. She lives on a quiet, leafy side street, in a ground-floor apartment. You haven't been here or talked to her since the breakup a few weeks ago. You can head back to the bistro to the south, or the bookshop to the southwest.
  
  To the north is Sam's front door. There's a prominent doorbell next to it.
  
  > ring doorbell
  You ring the bell. You hear footsteps, and then she appears at the door: Samiira Abdi, your girlfriend up until a few weeks ago. She was a really great catch, you recall with a sigh. Tall and lanky, smart, pretty with a distinctive East African nose, and for a couple of years, she skated with the Minnesota RollerGirls under the name Somali Hatchet, which is just impossibly sexy. Right now, she's sporting a look you've never seen outside of old family photos: a hijab. She doesn't seem all that thrilled to see you.
  
  "Hi, Barry," she says, affectlessly. "What are you doing here?" -- she stops and sniffs for a moment -- "Besides wearing a pizza?"
  
  (You could ask her about how she's doing or the hijab.)
  
  > give the dvds to Sam
  She takes custody of the discs and finally relents, handing over the clip. "Have fun drowning the world in blood. It was good to see you, Barry." With that, she retreats into her apartment and closes the door.
  
  > go to store
  You head on over, leaving your car parked on Cleveland Ave.
  
  This is the front room of Unspeakable Books and Gifts. It's a "magic" shop for the pinks, the rubes who spell magick with a k. They come here to buy healing crystals and novelty Buffy-themed Tarot decks and books about UFOs and accessing their past lives. There's a long display case filled with various mystical knickknacks. There's also a large bookshelf crammed with hokey New Age titles. You can exit back onto the street to the south.
  
  You can see Jeff here.
  
  > give the image to Jeff
  You hand it over. "Excellent. OK, now we just need to find something of hers."
  
  > give the hairclip to Jeff
  "Sweet!" says Jeff. "Alright, dude. Showtime." He gathers up some crap from behind the counter and leads you downstairs, to the shrine of Great Cthulhu, peace be upon him. Jeff starts by drawing a trapezoid on the wood floor with a piece of chalk. "Hey, better get your robe on," he says. "Make this all official-like. I think the big guys like it when we're dressed for the part." Seems reasonable, so you comply. "Sit on this side," he says, pointing to the wide end; he himself sits at the narrow end. OK, yeah, this is starting to come back to you now. He scrawls out an Elder Sign in the middle, and then lights a candle on either side of you. He dips into a bag of, well, it looks like red sand, but is probably something like granulated Shoggoth nightmares. Wait, no -- the bag is from Petco. Anyway, he sprinkles that around a bit, then places the printout of the woman and her hairclip in the center, on top of the sign. He grabs your hands and closes his eyes.
  
  "OK, so now repeat after me: Ehye f'geb Tsathoggua wgah'n
  k'yarnak gof'nn..."
  
  "I forget Tsathoggua vogon kayak golfing..."
  
  This goes on for much longer than you were hoping. Finally Jeff yells, "Iä! Iä!" The sand begins to swirl around until it resolves into the form of a street map. Wow, this is pretty bitchin'. You can feel power flowing through you.
  
  "Barry, get ready! Watch for the spark!" At this, the image and the hairclip are consumed in brilliant green flames, accompanied by thick smoke. The fumes begin to sting your eyes and nose. You're tearing up, and you feel an insistent itch in your nasal passages. A sneeze is coming on. Hastur's hot hole, not now!
  
  > hold nose
  Mindful of the sand in front of you (not to mention Jeff, right in the line of fire), you let go of Jeff's hand and quickly cover your nose.
  
  You can't suppress it any longer. Your head rears back involuntarily, brushing up against your lowered hood, and then propels forward. A one-hundred-mile-per-hour blast of air and snot launches itself from your nostrils. You manage to deflect the worst of it with your hands; the sand is still more or less intact. The bad news is that by breaking your connection with Jeff, you've interrupted the spell. The green flames from the image and hairclip die out in an instant. Whatever spark Jeff was talking about doesn't happen.
  
  Jeff shakes his head. Well, that's that, I guess. You're never going to find another item of hers to use in the spell, at least not in time. But on the bright side, you'll get to the meet the Old Ones, after Stu gets a hold of you.
  
  > Inventory
  You are carrying:
  a Baby Ruth wrapper
  some greasy sheets of wax paper
  a latex glove (being worn)
  a flashlight
  a filthy pillow
  a hooded robe (hood lowered) (being worn)
  
  And you're all greased up.
  
  > Smell pillow
  Garbage, for sure.
  
  You can't suppress it any longer. Your head rears back involuntarily, brushing up against your lowered hood, and then propels forward. A one-hundred-mile-per-hour blast of air and snot launches itself from your nostrils. With nothing to stop it, or even blunt it, the sneeze scatters the colored sand everywhere. A tiny spark from the green flames shoots like a meteor and lands on the now-bare floor.
  
  Jeff shakes his head. Well, that's that, I guess. You're never going to find another item of hers to use in the spell, at least not in time. But on the bright side, you'll get to the meet the Old Ones, after Stu gets a hold of you.
  
  > sneeze
  That's what you're trying to avoid.
  
  You can't suppress it any longer. Your head rears back involuntarily, brushing up against your lowered hood, and then propels forward. A one-hundred-mile-per-hour blast of air and snot launches itself from your nostrils. With nothing to stop it, or even blunt it, the sneeze scatters the colored sand everywhere. A tiny spark from the green flames shoots like a meteor and lands on the now-bare floor.
  
  Jeff shakes his head. Well, that's that, I guess. You're never going to find another item of hers to use in the spell, at least not in time. But on the bright side, you'll get to the meet the Old Ones, after Stu gets a hold of you.
  
  > raise the hood
  With your hands unavailable, you grab an edge of the hood with your teeth and make an exaggerated jerking motion with your head. The hood flops up over your face. Good enough.
  
  You can't suppress it any longer. Your head rears back involuntarily, and then propels forward. A one-hundred-mile-per-hour blast of air and snot launches itself from your nostrils. Fortunately, the droopy oversized hood catches most of the impact. The sand is still more or less intact, and you've miraculously managed to keep hold of Jeff's hands as well. A tiny spark from the green flame shoots like a meteor and lands on the sand-map. Jeff, wiping a little snot from his face, peers closely at it. The spark is on the south side of Summit Avenue, between Hamline and Syndicate. That's where she is. Her house, maybe? Is she super-rich or something?
  
  OK, so this is what's at Summit and Syndicate. You're
  standing outside Mt. Zion Temple, which you've probably driven by eight thousand times, but never really noticed. It's a synagogue, I guess? It's certainly Jewish. There's a sign outside, with a blue Star of David, since faded to purple. The temple itself is a low, orange-brick mid-century modernist structure. Kowalski's supermarket is to the east, and the entrance to the temple is south. The restaurant is a drive to the southeast.
  
  Your Saturn is parked here.
  
  Streams of people approach the synagogue from all directions. They're dressed all fancy-like for the most part. Some carry brown grocery bags. Those with the bags are handing them to a volunteer standing outside a van parked out front.
  
  There are several St. Paul police officers posted around the building. That's odd. I guess something important must be going on.
  
  > look at the officer
  They seem to be just standing there, occasionally smiling and saying hello to people as they walk in.
  
  > Go east
  Every indication is that this Leah person is inside the synagogue.
  You should start there. You can go to the supermarket and get some Ho-Hos after Stu has become chaos incarnate.
  
  > Go north
  Saint Paul's a smallish city, but too big for you to just wander around in, especially today. From here, your best bets are south, southeast and east.
  
  > go south
  This is the main entrance of the synagogue. Directly in front of you, blocking access to what appears to be a fairly cushy lounge area, is a long folding table. Mounted on the wall to your right you can see a small wooden bin and a large wooden rack. The main sanctuary appears to be to the west, and you can exit to the north.
  
  Sitting behind the table is an elderly woman. She seems to be taking tickets from people.
  
  > examine bin
  It's a small box mounted on the wall, which contains dozens of little black cloth circles. Ohhhhh. These are the, whatchacallit, beanies that Jews wear. Most people seem to have brought their own, but every so often someone picks one out of the box and puts it on.
  
  > get the yarmulke
  You grab a circle and put it on your head. You're feeling more Jewish already.
  
  > examine rack
  It looks vaguely like a towel rack, and in fact, there are things that look vaguely like towels hanging from it. OK, not really towels: they're clearly of a thin, smooth and not very absorbent material. Each one has lots of little tassels or fringes on the ends, and there's some Hebrew writing on one of the long sides. They are however, roughly towel-shaped, and have blue stripes in a very towelish pattern. I suppose "shawls" is more appropriate.
  
  > go to the north
  You're standing outside Mt. Zion Temple, which you've probably driven by eight thousand times, but never really noticed. It's a synagogue, I guess? It's certainly Jewish. There's a sign outside, with a blue Star of David, since faded to purple. The temple itself is a low, orange-brick mid-century modernist structure. Kowalski's supermarket is to the east, and the entrance to the temple is south. The restaurant is a drive to the southeast.
  
  Your Saturn is parked here.
  
  Streams of people approach the synagogue from all directions. They're dressed all fancy-like for the most part. Some carry brown grocery bags. Those with the bags are handing them to a volunteer standing outside a van parked out front.
  
  There are several St. Paul police officers posted around the building.
  
  > go west
  The woman behind the table clears her throat. "Excuse me," she says. "Excuse me! Do you have a ticket?"
  
  Wait, what? Ticket? You have to pay to worship? "Um, how much are they?"
  
  "They're not for sale. They're sent out to members of the synagogue. Space is at a premium during the High Holy Days, you know."
  
  "Oh, yeah, sure. I'm actually a member; I just forgot my ticket.
  I'll go get it."
  
  Great. With all the police around, breaking or sneaking in does not seem an option. Better find a ticket somehow.
  
  > Go north
  You're standing outside Mt. Zion Temple, which you've probably driven by eight thousand times, but never really noticed. It's a synagogue, I guess? It's certainly Jewish. There's a sign outside, with a blue Star of David, since faded to purple. The temple itself is a low, orange-brick mid-century modernist structure. Kowalski's supermarket is to the east, and the entrance to the temple is south. The restaurant is a drive to the southeast.
  
  Your Saturn is parked here.
  
  Streams of people approach the synagogue from all directions. They're dressed all fancy-like for the most part. Some carry brown grocery bags. Those with the bags are handing them to a volunteer standing outside a van parked out front.
  
  There are several St. Paul police officers posted around the building.
  
  Sitting in the van amongst the bags is a wadded-up jacket.
  
  > look at the volunteer
  She's wearing a blue vest, designating her as an official person of some kind. From time to time, you can see people walk up and hand her a brown grocery bag full of canned goods.
  
  You hear a clunk and a "D'oh!" Someone's bag has ripped, and cans of food are rolling down the sidewalk. The unfortunate person and the volunteer scramble to catch them and toss them into other not-quite-as-full bags sitting in the van.
  
  > Go east
  This is the narrow, inadequate parking lot for Kowalski's supermarket. It's filled to capacity, as usual. The entrance to the supermarket is southeast, and the synagogue is back to the west.
  
  There's a puddle of dirty water here.
  
  > Go southeast
  This is Kowalski's, a Twin Cities chain of high-falutin supermarkets. Everywhere you look, there is food stacked floor to ceiling, and all of it looks good. You're near the produce, which is attractively lit with special tinted lights, so that the greens and reds are deeper and more alluring. There's a display of doughnuts in front of you, and by the registers you can see racks of candy bars, chips, cookies, and all sorts of horrible/delicious snacks. You desperately want them all. Fortunately for you, the bakery and deli sections are on the far end of the store, so that you can't smell them from here. You can exit to the northwest.
  
  Each register has a stack of paper bags. You can probably take one without opposition.
  
  > get the bag
  You take a bag, and and you didn't even purchase anything! You're now part of the criminal element, I guess.
  
  > eat the doughnut
  Great and powerful Aqua Buddha, you are hungry. But you have no money and no time. You can eat later.
  
  > check what you're carrying
  You are carrying:
  a Kowalski's bag
  a kippah (being worn)
  a Baby Ruth wrapper
  a latex glove (being worn)
  a flashlight
  a filthy pillow
  a hooded robe (hood lowered) (being worn)
  
  And you're all greased up.
  
  > put the pillow in the bag
  You put the filthy pillow into the Kowalski's bag.
  
  > put the baby ruth wrapper in the bag
  You put the Baby Ruth wrapper into the Kowalski's bag.
  
  > Go west
  You're standing outside Mt. Zion Temple, which you've probably driven by eight thousand times, but never really noticed. It's a synagogue, I guess? It's certainly Jewish. There's a sign outside, with a blue Star of David, since faded to purple. The temple itself is a low, orange-brick mid-century modernist structure. Kowalski's supermarket is to the east, and the entrance to the temple is south. The restaurant is a drive to the southeast.
  
  Your Saturn is parked here.
  
  Streams of people approach the synagogue from all directions. They're dressed all fancy-like for the most part. Some carry brown grocery bags. Those with the bags are handing them to a volunteer standing outside a van parked out front.
  
  There are several St. Paul police officers posted around the building.
  
  Sitting in the van amongst the bags is a wadded-up jacket.
  
  > examine jacket
  It's a dark green jacket, probably belonging to the volunteer. It looks like a small piece of paper is poking out of a pocket.
  
  > get the paper
  The volunteer is standing right there. Maybe if she were distracted, and you were quick enough, you might be able to snag it, but not now.
  
  > Go east
  This is the narrow, inadequate parking lot for Kowalski's supermarket. It's filled to capacity, as usual. The entrance to the supermarket is southeast, and the synagogue is back to the west.
  
  There's a puddle of dirty water here.
  
  > put the bag in puddle
  You dip the bag into the puddle. It's now somewhat weakened, so you hold it from the bottom, to keep it from falling apart completely.
  
  > give the bag to the volunteer
  You approach the volunteer and she looks up at you.
  
  "You might be misunderstanding the idea here. There needs to be shelf-stable food in it," she says.
  
  > look at what you're carrying with you
  You are carrying:
  a Kowalski's bag (weakened)
  a Baby Ruth wrapper
  a filthy pillow
  a kippah (being worn)
  a latex glove (being worn)
  a flashlight
  a hooded robe (hood lowered) (being worn)
  
  And you're all greased up.
  
  > go to the kitchen
  You head on over, leaving your car parked on Randolph Ave.
  
  This is a small professional kitchen. Although the pots and pans and smaller appliances are all gone, the oven is still functional, as long as your uncle keeps paying the gas bill. Also here, not part of the original decor, is the Ark of Whatever.
  
  The door to the restaurant's office leads west, the pantry is to the south, and the dining room is to the north.
  
  The cable from the security camera runs through here and into a small hole above the office door.
  
  Walter is here, unconscious.
  
  > go south
  This is where all the food would be stored, if the bistro were open and functioning. There's a big fridge in the corner and many dusty shelves along the walls. A wooden stair leads down to the basement, and a doorway leads north to the kitchen.
  
  On the dusty shelves are some pizza boxes and some cans of near-food.
  
  > put the cans in the bag
  You put the cans of near-food into the Kowalski's bag.
  
  > go to the parking lot
  You head on over, leaving your car parked on Summit Ave.
  
  This is the narrow, inadequate parking lot for Kowalski's supermarket. It's filled to capacity, as usual. The entrance to the supermarket is southeast, and the synagogue is back to the west.
  
  There's a puddle of dirty water here.
  
  > Go west
  You're standing outside Mt. Zion Temple, which you've probably driven by eight thousand times, but never really noticed. It's a synagogue, I guess? It's certainly Jewish. There's a sign outside, with a blue Star of David, since faded to purple. The temple itself is a low, orange-brick mid-century modernist structure. Kowalski's supermarket is to the east, and the entrance to the temple is south. The restaurant is a drive to the southeast.
  
  Your Saturn is parked here.
  
  Streams of people approach the synagogue from all directions. They're dressed all fancy-like for the most part. Some carry brown grocery bags. Those with the bags are handing them to a volunteer standing outside a van parked out front.
  
  There are several St. Paul police officers posted around the building.
  
  Sitting in the van amongst the bags is a wadded-up jacket.
  
  > give the bag to the volunteer
  You hand the bag over to the volunteer. She grabs it by the handles and turns around, when suddenly, but not unexpectedly, the bottom falls out. Cans spill out and begin rolling down the sidewalk. She starts chasing after them.
  
  > get the ticket
  With the volunteer scrambling around grabbing cans, you deftly lift the ticket from her jacket. You start to feel bad about this, but then comfort yourself with the thought that she's probably been to a zillion of these before. And she's wearing the blue vest, which is probably a Get Into Yom Kippur Free card anyway.
  
  You make a show of tracking down a can or two, then hand them to her. "Thanks!" she chirps, then resumes her duties.
  
  > give the ticket to the lady
  You hand your ticket to the woman, and she smiles. "L'shana
  tovah," she says, whatever that means. The flow of the crowd
  whisks you into the sanctuary to the west.
  
  This is the main sanctuary of the synagogue, decorated in soothing pastels. The business end is to the south: there's a raised area, with a podium, and behind that, there's a small flame burning adjacent to a small pair of doors set into the south wall. In front of the raised area there are rows of seats to accommodate the sizable crowd. You came in from the east, and it looks like maybe there's a way out to the south as well.
  
  Leah must be somewhere in this crowd.
  
  Standing behind the podium is a goateed man wearing white robes, chanting something. The rabbi, presumably. Next to him is what appears to be an animal horn.
  
  ...Ba-ruch a-tah A-do-nai...
  
  > examine the crowd
  You survey the assembled congregants. Lots of people of all ages, sizes, and unexpectedly, colors. Many of the boys are wearing the same sad uniform: a button-down shirt, khakis, and sneakers. Don't kids have suits anymore? Never mind that. Focus! Where is this Leah person? Better keep searching the crowd.
  
  ...E-lo-hei-nu, Vei-lo-hei a-vo-tei-nu, v'imo-tei-nu...
  
  > Search crowd
  You continue scanning the crowd for signs of the intrepid pain in the ass who took the Heart. You don't see her, but you do see a kid reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows instead of his
  prayer book. You can only silently salute his forethought.
  
  ...E-lo-hei Av-ra-ham, E-lo-hei Yitz-chak, Vei-lo-hei
  Ya-a-kov...
  
  > examine the bimah
  It's not particularly noteworthy.
  
  ...Ha-eil Ha-Ga-dol Ha-Gi-bor v'Ha-No-rah Eil Eil-yon...
  
  > go south
  You need to find Leah and get the Heart first.
  
  ...go-meil cha-sa-dim to-vim...
  
  > examine the crowd
  Dammit, where is she? Then, at last, you spot her: she's up very close to the front, near the interior aisle, right in front of everybody. Of course she is. As unsuspiciously as you can manage, you thread your way through the crowd to arrive at an open seat just behind hers. It's her alright -- same height, same build, same freckles, same frizzy hair that you saw on the security system. You know, in person, she might be kind of cute. Focus! Anyway, she looks a little bored with the proceedings, truth to tell. She's checking her phone from time to time. She's no longer wearing the enormous many-pocketed trench coat. She does have a big canvas satchel with her, though.
  
  ...v'ko-nei ha-kol...
  
  > examine the satchel
  It's a big grayish tote bag which reads "Mojo Monkey" on the side. Oh my God, the apple fritters at Mojo Monkey. When all this is done, you absolutely need to get over to Mojo's and -- Cthulhu's cthornhole! Stay on target!
  
  As you peer into the bag, you see what you can only assume is the Heart. There's a parcel, about the size of a Chicago softball, wrapped in newspaper, with visible streaks of blood. It's here with her! She hasn't had to time to stow it safely anywhere. Hell, she probably knows that that we're searching for it, and thinks that it's safer with her. Oh, this is seriously lucky. Now, perhaps you can ever-so-carefully take it out of the bag without her noticing...
  
  ...v'zo-cheir chas-dei a-vot v'im-a-hot...
  
  > check your inventory
  You are carrying:
  a filthy pillow
  a kippah (being worn)
  a latex glove (being worn)
  a flashlight
  a hooded robe (hood lowered) (being worn)
  
  And you're all greased up.
  
  ...u'mei-vi ge-u-lah liv-nei v'nei-hem...
  
  > put the pillow in the bag
  You probably want to take something out of the bag, not put something in.
  
  ...l'ma-an sh'mo b'a-ha-vah,...
  
  > get Heart
  You bend down to pretend to tie your shoes, and checking that the coast is clear, you reach into the bag. Blindly, you paw around until you can feel the newspaper. Great Nyarlathotep, it's almost within your grasp. Just another inch and...
  
  Suddenly, there's a scream from the entrance to the sanctuary. A policeman enters, takes a step, and falls over face-first. Striding in over him is your Uncle Stu. Oh no. He must've found Jeff, who must've spilled the beans. The rabbi stops his chanting, and everyone turns to Stu in shock and puzzlement. Stu is changed, and not subtly. He's grown considerably, and his skin, which seems thicker and tougher somehow, is an ashen gray. The ritual is almost complete. All he needs now is to consume the Heart. He raises his meaty fist; in it, you can see a blue crystal. He intones some words that you can't make out from here.
  
  You hear, and then feel, a high-pitched hum: a wave of sickening energy, penetrating your skin, into your bones, into your skull. People all around you begin convulsing in pain.
  
  > get Heart
  With Leah crumpled and bleeding, you reach into the bag and grab the Heart. The wrapping falls off, and you're left with the cool, bloody mass in your hands. Although it is undeniably gross, it has the fine marbling of an aged, premium steak.
  
  Leah doubles over in agony, along with almost everyone in the crowd. Damn, Stu is not the forgiving type.
  
  > give Heart to Stu
  You make a choice: you are a cultist, dammit. It's time to show these pinks what's what. Triumphantly, you hand over the Heart to Uncle Stu. He's completed every step of the ritual but the last one, and now his journey is complete. He puts a hand on your shoulder, gives you an exaggerated wink, and tears into the Heart with his suddenly-sharp teeth. With the first bite, he begins to grow more massive. His jaw unhinges like a great serpent's, and he swallows the rest of the Heart in one gulp. Tentacles emerge from his torso, and he bursts through the ceiling with a primeval roar. It is glorious, and you have made it possible. Iä! Iä!
  
  > eat Heart
  You seize upon an idea: the power can be yours, instead of Stu's. You take a tentative bite of the Heart, then another. The blood trickles down your throat, and instantly, you can feel your gnawing hunger abate. Power courses through you. As Leah and the other congregants crumple to the floor, you begin to thrum with otherworldly energy.
  Stu looks up and sees you, sees that you've eaten the Heart. "No!" he hisses, and leaps toward you in desperation. You've ascended far beyond the likes of him, though. You snap his neck with your outstretched talons as easily as you would a breadstick. You feel an overwhelming surge as your form bursts through the ceiling of the synagogue, and your mind encompasses the stars and the ocean floor. Then a thought occurs to you: wasn't there supposed to be some sort of ritual to prepare for this? The explosion that tears through you demolishes much of Summit Avenue.
  
  > go south
  You choose to flee with the Heart. Stu won't get it, and neither will anyone else! You scramble over the fallen figures littering the sanctuary, and head south through the doorway. Somehow you find your way through a maze of corridors until you're outside. A cement truck lumbers down the street. Perfect! You take hold of the Heart, cock your arm and prepare to destroy the thing. Then Stu arrives, with a squad of police chasing close behind. "I'll take that," he growls, as he wrests the Heart away from you. With the first bite, he begins to grow even more massive. His jaw unhinges like a great serpent's, and he swallows the rest of the Heart in one gulp. Tentacles emerge from his torso, and he soon towers over the nearby buildings. It's pretty cool. Then he grabs you. Oh, right.
  
  > give the pillow to Stu
  Uncle Stu declines the offer.
  
  Blood begins to drip from the rabbi's ears as your uncle invokes the power of the crystal. You see figures all around the sanctuary dropping to the floor. "Make it stop," Leah pleads, almost inaudibly over the infernal hum. She collapses to the ground, twitching, tears and blood streaking down her face. She looks up and recognizes you. Clearly terrified, she curls up into a tighter ball.
  
  > Inventory
  You are carrying:
  the Heart of Something
  a filthy pillow
  a kippah (being worn)
  a latex glove (being worn)
  a flashlight
  a hooded robe (hood lowered) (being worn)
  
  And you're all greased up.
  
  Almost everyone in the sanctuary, except for you and your uncle, is on the floor writhing, or worse, completely still. Leah quivers involuntarily, her hands clutched around her ears, her eyes closed tight. She whispers, perhaps to no one in particular, "Help me!" Alright, Stu, you think. Point made. Let's skedaddle.
  
  > put the kippah on Heart
  Putting things on the Heart of Something would achieve nothing.
  
  You stare, dumbstruck, as the last surviving members of the congregation quiver their last. Stu strides over their bodies triumphantly. Mission accomplished, I guess? You didn't expect him to take it all the way, but Stu has been waiting for this moment for quite a while. He's fired up and ready to roll. Glancing at you dismissively, he snatches the Heart and tears into it with his suddenly-sharp teeth. With the first bite, he begins to grow more massive. His jaw unhinges like a great serpent's, and he swallows the rest of the Heart in one gulp. Tentacles emerge from his torso, and he bursts through the ceiling with a primeval roar. It is glorious. Even though you lost the Heart to begin with, you did at least make an effort to retrieve it, and Stu is feeling magnanimous. You serve at his right tentacle for a brief while until the mood passes, and you are consumed.
  
  > give Heart to Leah
  Leah is too busy dying to accept the Heart.
  
  You stare, dumbstruck, as the last surviving members of the congregation quiver their last. Stu strides over their bodies triumphantly. Mission accomplished, I guess? You didn't expect him to take it all the way, but Stu has been waiting for this moment for quite a while. He's fired up and ready to roll. Glancing at you dismissively, he snatches the Heart and tears into it with his suddenly-sharp teeth. With the first bite, he begins to grow more massive. His jaw unhinges like a great serpent's, and he swallows the rest of the Heart in one gulp. Tentacles emerge from his torso, and he bursts through the ceiling with a primeval roar. It is glorious. Even though you lost the Heart to begin with, you did at least make an effort to retrieve it, and Stu is feeling magnanimous. You serve at his right tentacle for a brief while until the mood passes, and you are consumed.
  
  > give Heart to Leah
  Leah is too busy dying to accept the Heart.
  
  Blood begins to drip from the rabbi's ears as your uncle invokes the power of the crystal. You see figures all around the sanctuary dropping to the floor. "Make it stop," Leah pleads, almost inaudibly over the infernal hum. She collapses to the ground, twitching, tears and blood streaking down her face. She looks up and recognizes you. Clearly terrified, she curls up into a tighter ball.
  
  > ask Leah about Heart
  You couldn't have a conversation in this mayhem.
  
  Almost everyone in the sanctuary, except for you and your uncle, is on the floor writhing, or worse, completely still. Leah quivers involuntarily, her hands clutched around her ears, her eyes closed tight. She whispers, perhaps to no one in particular, "Help me!" Alright, Stu, you think. Point made. Let's skedaddle.
  
  > destroy Heart
  Filled with disgust at what you're seeing, you have an idea: perhaps you can destroy the Heart before Stu can get hold of it. You put it on the floor and stomp on it as hard as you can. It's squished a little, but surely still edible, for certain values of "edible." So much for that. You pick it back up.
  
  You stare, dumbstruck, as the last surviving members of the congregation quiver their last. Stu strides over their bodies triumphantly. Mission accomplished, I guess? You didn't expect him to take it all the way, but Stu has been waiting for this moment for quite a while. He's fired up and ready to roll. Glancing at you dismissively, he snatches the Heart and tears into it with his suddenly-sharp teeth. With the first bite, he begins to grow more massive. His jaw unhinges like a great serpent's, and he swallows the rest of the Heart in one gulp. Tentacles emerge from his torso, and he bursts through the ceiling with a primeval roar. It is glorious. Even though you lost the Heart to begin with, you did at least make an effort to retrieve it, and Stu is feeling magnanimous. You serve at his right tentacle for a brief while until the mood passes, and you are consumed.
  
  > Burn Heart
  You have an idea: perhaps you can burn the Heart! You rush the stage, and place the Heart over the open flame. The Heart begins to warm up a little, but you can see at this pace that it won't burn up in any reasonable amount of time. Hell, if anything, you're just making it more appetizing for Stu.
  
  You stare, dumbstruck, as the last surviving members of the congregation quiver their last. Stu strides over their bodies triumphantly. Mission accomplished, I guess? You didn't expect him to take it all the way, but Stu has been waiting for this moment for quite a while. He's fired up and ready to roll. Glancing at you dismissively, he snatches the Heart and tears into it with his suddenly-sharp teeth. With the first bite, he begins to grow more massive. His jaw unhinges like a great serpent's, and he swallows the rest of the Heart in one gulp. Tentacles emerge from his torso, and he bursts through the ceiling with a primeval roar. It is glorious. Even though you lost the Heart to begin with, you did at least make an effort to retrieve it, and Stu is feeling magnanimous. You serve at his right tentacle for a brief while until the mood passes, and you are consumed.
  
  > Break glass
  You break the glass (on the second try) and kiss your bride. The assembled crowd claps and hollers in approval. Even the winged horror gives a celebratory screech.
  
  Let's get to the reception; you're starving.