text: [Themes: Fantasy, Satire]
  
  > check your inventory
  You have a bronze ring, a sword, a thin wand, a small leather pouch, a pair of erasers, a wine bottle, a soft pretzel, a spade, a handful of radberries, and a trowel.
  
  You're feeling a fuzz hungry. Perhaps it would be a good time to find something to eat.
  
  > go to the south
  You're standing just south of a rickety wooden bridge that crosses a particularly swampy bit of land. The bridge is the only way to continue north; the land around is much too dangerous for you to wander. Beyond the bridge, to the north, you can see what looks like a low hill. The only other path leads south, back toward Lake Draounheer.
  
  > drop all
  bronze ring: Dropped.
  sword: Dropped.
  small leather pouch: Dropped.
  pair of erasers: Dropped.
  wine bottle: Dropped.
  soft pretzel: Dropped.
  spade: Dropped.
  handful of radberries: Dropped.
  trowel: Dropped.
  
  You're feeling a fuzz hungry. Perhaps it would be a good time to find something to eat.
  
  > go northwest
  the Damsogee Swamp. Dying plants sprout from waterlogged soil, and low-lying fog hugs the ground like a burial shroud. Even the bright afternoon sun is having trouble burning off the thick mist. It's quite depressing here. The trail continues northwest and southeast. The ground looks fairly solid to the west; you could probably find a path that way as well.
  
  You see a gilded cage here.
  
  > go to the south-east
  You're on the north shore of Lake Draounheer, at the southern edge
  of the infamous Damsogee Swamp. This is unexplored territory now; you've left the safety of the Forest of Radeekal for dangerous and uncharted wilderness. Perhaps a wiser man would turn back now - but you are a Valley Warrior, and know no fear. Mist swirls at the water's edge, and reeds bend in the cold, damp breeze. Two paths lead into the swamp, one due north, the other northwest. The path is surprisingly well-traveled; small footprints lead north.
  
  You see a rowboat, an oar, a brass lamp, a thin wand, a bronze ring,
  a sword, a small leather pouch, a pair of erasers, a wine bottle, a soft pretzel, a spade, a handful of radberries, and a trowel here.
  
  You're feeling a fuzz hungry. Perhaps it would be a good time to find something to eat.
  
  > eat the pretzel
  That was delicious!
  
  > go south
  You're on the north shore of Lake Draounheer, at the southern edge
  of the infamous Damsogee Swamp. This is unexplored territory now; you've left the safety of the Forest of Radeekal for dangerous and uncharted wilderness. Perhaps a wiser man would turn back now - but you are a Valley Warrior, and know no fear. Mist swirls at the water's edge, and reeds bend in the cold, damp breeze. Two paths lead into the swamp, one due north, the other northwest. The path is surprisingly well-traveled; small footprints lead north.
  
  You see a rowboat, an oar, a brass lamp, a thin wand, a bronze ring,
  a sword, a small leather pouch, a pair of erasers, a wine bottle, a spade, a handful of radberries, and a trowel here.
  
  > check your inventory
  You have a small leather pouch.
  
  > go to the south
  You're standing just south of a rickety wooden bridge that crosses a particularly swampy bit of land. The bridge is the only way to continue north; the land around is much too dangerous for you to wander. Beyond the bridge, to the north, you can see what looks like a low hill. The only other path leads south, back toward Lake Draounheer.
  
  > go south
  You're on the north shore of Lake Draounheer, at the southern edge
  of the infamous Damsogee Swamp. This is unexplored territory now; you've left the safety of the Forest of Radeekal for dangerous and uncharted wilderness. Perhaps a wiser man would turn back now - but you are a Valley Warrior, and know no fear. Mist swirls at the water's edge, and reeds bend in the cold, damp breeze. Two paths lead into the swamp, one due north, the other northwest. The path is surprisingly well-traveled; small footprints lead north.
  
  You see a rowboat, an oar, a brass lamp, a thin wand, a bronze ring,
  a sword, a pair of erasers, a wine bottle, a spade, a handful of radberries, and a trowel here.
  
  > get all
  rowboat: Your load is too heavy.
  oar: Taken.
  brass lamp: Taken.
  thin wand: Taken.
  bronze ring: Taken.
  sword: Taken.
  pair of erasers: Taken.
  wine bottle: Taken.
  spade: Taken.
  handful of radberries: Taken.
  trowel: You've already got your hands full.
  
  > Go north
  You are standing at the end of a path through the Damsogee Swamp.
  For miles in almost all directions, the treacherous bogs and mires stretch. Sinister squishing sounds echo across the sodden moors, and sometimes, faintly, you can hear the howl of the wind - or is it a wolf? To the east is a low hill, flattened on its top; it's one of the old burial mounds of the early Ulian tribesmen. You could climb the hill to the east, or follow the path back to the south; all other directions are much too dangerous. Fog hangs over every stunted shrub here, and the air smells of death and decay.
  
  > examine the hill
  The burial mound is quite big, and obviously quite old. It was typical of the early northern Ulian tribes to build such mounds. As far as you know, none have ever been excavated.
  
  > Go east
  You're standing on top of the burial mound, perhaps thirty feet
  above the damp, swampy ground below. To the south, you can just make out Lake Draounheer through the mist, and to the southeast, the clifftop and the lighthouse. The only safe path off the mound is to the west. There's little of interest up here.
  
  > dig mound with the shovel
  You can't really bring yourself to desecrate the graves of your ancestors. [14]
  
  > Note 14
  [14]: The ancient Ulians, your ancestors, were a peaceful, artistic race. Almost nothing is known about them.
  
  > jump
  Wheeee!
  
  > dig the mound with trowel
  The trowel's much too small to do any serious digging. You need a better tool, like, say, a spade.
  
  > drop trowel and spade
  trowel: Dropped.
  spade: Dropped.
  
  > Go east
  Draounheer. Across the sparkling blue waters, you can see the snow-covered caps of the Beeg'ashell Mountains, deep in the heart of evil Unnkulia. But here, on this side of the lake, you could truly find peace. Gentle waves lap at the shore, and reeds bend gracefully in the brisk fall breezes. To the east, a path leads back into the forest. North of here, the land slopes up sharply, and the path continues. You could also go southwest, along the shore of the lake - further along, the grassy lakeshore turns into a sandy beach.
  
  You see a rowboat here.
  
  The six thugs that make up the Valley Patrol are here, leaning on
  their pikes. They appear to be loafing on the job.
  
  > Go southwest
  You can't go that way in the boat. Maybe you should try walking.
  
  > Exit
  You're standing on the eastern shore of Lake Draounheer. Across the sparkling blue waters, you can see the snow-covered caps of the Beeg'ashell Mountains, deep in the heart of evil Unnkulia. But here, on this side of the lake, you could truly find peace. Gentle waves lap at the shore, and reeds bend gracefully in the brisk fall breezes. To the east, a path leads back into the forest. North of here, the land slopes up sharply, and the path continues. You could also go southwest, along the shore of the lake - further along, the grassy lakeshore turns into a sandy beach.
  
  You see a rowboat here.
  
  > go southwest
  The lakeshore here becomes a stretch of white sand, glaring in the
  fall sunshine. Further south, the land becomes rocky and too difficult to travel; a bit further on, the tip of the awesome Dawg Rock is visible. [9]  You can hear the thunderous crash of water to the south as the lake empties through the Rock. The lake stretches before you to the west. The only way to go appears to be back along the shore to the northeast.
  
  You see a corkscrew and a jade figurine here.
  
  > go to the north
  You're on the north shore of Lake Draounheer, at the southern edge
  of the infamous Damsogee Swamp. This is unexplored territory now; you've left the safety of the Forest of Radeekal for dangerous and uncharted wilderness. Perhaps a wiser man would turn back now - but you are a Valley Warrior, and know no fear. Mist swirls at the water's edge, and reeds bend in the cold, damp breeze. Two paths lead into the swamp, one due north, the other northwest. The path is surprisingly well-traveled; small footprints lead north.
  
  You see a trowel, a spade, and a rowboat here.