text: [Themes: Surreal, homosexuality, male protagonist, multiple protagonists, nonhuman protagonist, romance, silly, robot]
  
  Praise for "Light Of My Stomach":
  
  "I never imagined that sonnets could sink this low. Thank you for opening my eyes, game."
  - Sam Kabo Ashwell
  
  "The juxtaposition of harsh urban and harsher culinary imagery are what really made this work soar."
  - S. John Ross
  
  "I've played games that were touching before, but this one outright gropes you."
  - Carolyn VanEseltine
  
  "Is every damn object in this game (including the unnecessary PUTPBAD reference) some kind of badly-done psychological metaphor?"
  - Colin Sandel
  
  "Tastes like chicken."
  - Tanga
  
  "The story confused me a little until I realised that the giant atomic robot was the real protagonist."
  - C.E.J. Pacian
  
  "Probably the best game written from the perspective of a lightbulb." - Marius Muller
  
  "If only John Quincy Adams were alive to give this a piece of his mind."
  - Sarah Morayati
  
  "The secret room was almost worth the struggle to open the secret door."
  - Royce Odle
  
  "Masterfully blends the intrigue of competitive eating with the excitement of two-fisted street justice!"
  - Jennifer Earl
  
  [press a key]
  
  [Author's Note: This is an unusual story where you play as the primary lightbulb of the John Quincy Adams Gastrodome, but also as Bob Bobkins, competative eater. What secrets is Garry, Bob's opponent in the eating contest, hiding?]
  
  > press any the key
  for SpeedIF Jacket 4.
  
  It is dark.
  
  > About yourself
  You are the principal lightbulb in this vast arena. You are currently switched off.
  
  You feel the power arrive, though weakly, as it has always been these last few years. Nevertheless you have your duty.
  
  > look at what you're carrying with you
  You are empty-handed.
  
  > turn on
  You turn yourself on.
  
  You find yourself shining especially on one Bob Bobkins -- a man preparing for the contest of his life.
  
  [press a key]
  
  > press any key
  The John Quincy Adams Gastrodrome is the nation's leading competitive eating venue, and today it is packed. All eyes are on you and your opponent as the crowd waits impatiently for the match to begin.
  
  The mayor is here, looking pompous.
  
  Garry Garrison is here.
  
  > About yourself
  You are Bob Bobkins, competitive eating enthusiast.
  
  The mayor says "Welcome everyone, to the John Quincy Adams Gastrodrome, for the final of the 47th Annual Exotic Foodstuffs Eating Competition!"
  
  > examine the opponent
  Garry is your chief rival on the competitive eating circuit. You've never yet beaten him, but perhaps you can today.
  
  "Sadly, this will be the last event we hold here - with our aging power station we can barely manage to light the place any more."
  
  > examine mayor
  The Mayor of Quincy is officiating today.
  
  "But I see the kitchen staff are ready, so without further ado, let's bring out the first dish!"
  
  There are loud cheers from the crowd.
  
  > examine the dish
  The word "dish" is not necessary in this story.
  
  (If this was an accidental misspelling, you can correct it by typing OOPS followed by the corrected word now. Any time the story points out an unknown word, you can correct a misspelling using OOPS as your next command.)
  
  > check what you're carrying
  You are empty-handed.
  
  The contest officials give you some deep-fried Mongolian ocelot.
  
  The contest officials give him some mashed Uzbekistani sloth.
  
  > eat ocelot
  You quickly swallow the deep-fried Mongolian ocelot. It tastes like chicken.
  
  The contest officials give you some steamed Paraguayan sausage.
  
  Your opponent eats the mashed Uzbekistani sloth.
  
  The contest officials give him some grilled Hungarian mango.
  
  > eat the sausage
  You quickly swallow the steamed Paraguayan sausage. It tastes somewhat like deep-fried Mongolian ocelot.
  
  The contest officials give you some baked Siberian lettuce.
  
  Your opponent eats the grilled Hungarian mango.
  
  The contest officials give him some boiled Venezuelan okapi.
  
  > eat the lettuce
  You quickly swallow the baked Siberian lettuce. It tastes similar to steamed Paraguayan sausage.
  
  The contest officials give you some sauteed Faroese carrot.
  
  Your opponent eats the boiled Venezuelan okapi.
  
  The contest officials give him some pan-fried Congolese asparagus.
  
  > look at the carrot
  There's no time to stare at the sauteed Faroese carrot!
  
  Your opponent eats the pan-fried Congolese asparagus.
  
  The contest officials give him some roasted Saharan platypus.
  
  > eat the carrot
  You quickly swallow the sauteed Faroese carrot. It is reminiscent of baked Siberian lettuce.
  
  The contest officials give you some roasted Saharan platypus.
  
  Your opponent eats the pan-fried Congolese asparagus.
  
  The contest officials give him some seared Liberian rhinoceros.
  
  > eat the platypus
  You quickly swallow the roasted Saharan platypus. It tastes somewhat like sauteed Faroese carrot.
  
  The contest officials give you some steamed Tierra del Fuegan porpoise.
  
  Your opponent eats the seared Liberian rhinoceros.
  
  The contest officials give him some deep-fried Faroese leopard.
  
  > examine mayor
  The Mayor of Quincy is officiating today.
  
  Your opponent eats the deep-fried Faroese leopard.
  
  The contest officials give him some roasted Mongolian vulture.
  
  > eat mayor
  The mayor does not appear to be edible.
  
  Your opponent eats the roasted Mongolian vulture.
  
  The contest officials give him some mashed Uzbekistani rhinoceros.
  
  > eat the rhinoceros
  (first taking the mashed Uzbekistani rhinoceros)
  Garry won't let you have that.
  
  Your opponent eats the mashed Uzbekistani rhinoceros.
  
  The contest officials give him some seared Paraguayan sausage.
  
  > eat garry
  Garry does not appear to be edible.
  
  Your opponent eats the seared Paraguayan sausage.
  
  The contest officials give him some pan-fried Hungarian platypus.
  
  > examine the officials
  Contest officials scurry busily about.
  
  Your opponent eats the pan-fried Hungarian platypus.
  
  The contest officials give him some sauteed Siberian ocelot.
  
  > Inventory
  You are carrying some steamed Tierra del Fuegan porpoise.
  
  Your opponent eats the sauteed Siberian ocelot.
  
  The contest officials give him some boiled Tierra del Fuegan sloth.
  
  > About you
  You are Bob Bobkins, competitive eating enthusiast.
  
  Your opponent eats the boiled Tierra del Fuegan sloth.
  
  The contest officials give him some grilled Congolese asparagus.