text: > About yourself
  As good-looking as ever.
  
  > Inventory
  You are carrying:
  a Happiness
  
  > eat the Happiness
  That's plainly inedible.
  
  > hug the Happiness
  You can only do that to something animate.
  
  > go south
  (first opening Front Door)
  
  There are cars of many different colors here. The cold breeze momentarily halts your march towards the car. Stepping out, you run into your neighbor. You've only talked once when you moved into the apartment complex. Her name is either Alice or Alicia; no one can know for sure other than her and her boyfriend. They usually keep to themselves, but sometimes you hear them arguing and screaming through the wall. Sometimes you see her running out of her home with tears running down her cheeks. Sometimes she wears a turtleneck, even on a warm, sunny day. Her expression today can only be described as sad.
  To the east is the Business Center, where your workplace is and the north to get back into your apartment.
  
  > ask Alice,  to inventory
  Neighbor seem to be carrying a Sadness.
  
  > give the Happiness to the neighbor
  You give the Happiness to Neighbor.
  
  > talk to Alice
  She does not respond.
  "Good morning! God, I feel like I can take on the whole world today. That's it! Today, I'm going to make changes to my life... for the better!" She continues to ramble on.
  
  > ask Neighbor,  to check your inventory
  Neighbor seem to be carrying a Happiness and a Sadness.
  
  > take the sadness
  Taken.
  
  > About yourself
  As good-looking as ever.
  
  > drop the sadness
  Dropped.
  
  > go east
  The business center is a small cul-de-sac, just a few minutes away
  from the central business district. You drove to your work place, only to find you were an hour early! Your clock must have been off. Though most days you would yawn and nap in the car for an hour, today feels different for some reason. Maybe happiness is just a state of mind. To the south is Downtown.
  
  > check what you're carrying
  You are carrying:
  a Sadness
  
  > Go north
  It's still early; are you sure you want to get to work?
  
  > go south
  Personally, you hate Downtown. Crowds of people, polluted air, and brutal capitalism aren't your cups of tea. What catches your eye on this particular day is an angry looking homeless man glaring at a fashionable socialite who screams at this man in disgust. To the north of here is the Business Center
  
  > ask Socialite,  to check your inventory
  Socialite seem to be carrying a Disgust.
  
  > ask Homeless,  to check your inventory
  Homeless man seem to be carrying an Anger.
  
  > ask Robot,  to check what you're carrying
  ROBOT, I
  
  You seem to want to talk to someone, but I can't see whom.
  
  > give the sadness to the Socialite
  You give the Sadness to Socialite.
  
  > get the disgust
  Taken.
  
  > talk to the Socialite
  "The poor man. I hope he gets some help." Wait, what? Just a second ago, she was suggesting the man to kill himself. This one's an emotional rollercoaster.
  
  > take the anger
  Socialite picks up the Anger.
  
  > talk to the Socialite
  "The poor man. I hope he gets some help." Wait, what? Just a second ago, she was suggesting the man to kill himself. This one's an emotional rollercoaster.
  Her swearing intensifies. Too vulgar to record. Pedestrians look in horror. Mothers clasp their children's ears. And babies all over the city begin crying.
  
  > take disgust
  Homeless man picks up the Disgust.
  
  > talk to homeless
  The man rolls into the fetal position, perhaps out of shame. It's probably best not to bother him.
  
  > get the anger and disgust
  Anger: Taken.
  Disgust: Taken.
  
  > throw the anger at the Socialite
  You lack the nerve when it comes to the crucial moment.
  
  > go north
  To the south is Downtown and to the west is the Parking Lot;
  otherwise get to work! The door is to the north.
  
  > Go west
  There are rows of cars, each belonging to a different person. To the east is the Business Center, where your workplace is and the north to get back into your apartment.
  You meet your neighbor.
  
  > give the anger to neighbor
  You give the Anger to Neighbor.
  
  > talk to the neighbor
  "Good morning! God, I feel like I can take on the whole world today. That's it! Today, I'm going to make changes to my life... for the better!" She continues to ramble on.
  Her face changes from an empty expression into unfathomable rage. Perhaps this is not the best decision...
  
  > Y.
  The day now officially begins. Tiresome hours working in a cubicle, conversing with your coworkers, and attending long and monotonous meetings leave you fatigued at the end of the day. Arriving at home after being overworked; you take the opportunity to watch the news and collect your thoughts. How have your decisions changed other people's lives?
  
  Tonight was an unusually quiet night. Not a single bang on the wall
  or brief stints of indiscernible shouts happened tonight. For the
  first time since you moved in, you slept in relative peace. Tomorrow morning, there will be a note on the door. It'll say: "Thank you. - Alicia" She's never seen again.
  
  A loud bang is heard through the walls. But it's not a sound that you're familiar with. Gunshot? A second one is heard. The entire neighborhood rings 911, but the deed was done: a murder-suicide with the gun in your neighbor's hands.
  
  A pity. A pity and a half. Two pities. The young socialite scratched the number on her check. "Thank you very much for your extremely generous donation." an old lady says. She walks out feeling she truly made a difference in the world.
  
  As for you? Like any other day, you wrap your emotions in a sheet and hide it in your closet. Then you lock it shut for tomorrow. You bide your time for the myriads of intangibles to burst out from the Pandora's Box in the corner of your bedroom.
  
  > go to the west
  Almost left the wallet in here! It's not unusual to be in a hurry in the morning, but the wallet usually doesn't follow to the bathroom either.
  
  You see your wallet here.
  
  > look at the wallet
  A leather wallet your mother gave to you when you were seventeen. It holds fond memories, your license, and some change.
  
  > get the wallet
  Taken.
  
  > look at the license
  You find nothing of interest.
  
  You can't see any such thing.
  
  > check your inventory
  You are carrying:
  Wallet
  a Happiness
  
  > go east
  and leads to the parking lot.
  
  > go east
  The business center is a small cul-de-sac, just a few minutes away
  from the central business district. You drove to your work place, only to find you were an hour early! Your clock must have been off. Though most days you would yawn and nap in the car for an hour, today feels different for some reason. Maybe happiness is just a state of mind. To the south is Downtown.
  
  > go south
  Personally, you hate Downtown. Crowds of people, polluted air, and brutal capitalism aren't your cups of tea. What catches your eye on this particular day is an angry looking homeless man glaring at a fashionable socialite who screams at this man in disgust. To the north of here is the Business Center
  
  > give Wallet to homeless
  You drop some change into the can. "Bless ya sir." He thanks you for your charity.
  
  > Inventory
  You are carrying:
  a Sadness
  Wallet
  a Happiness
  
  > give the Happiness to homeless
  You give the Happiness to Homeless man.
  
  > talk to homeless
  The homeless man smiles. He hasn't smiled in a long time.
  
  > give the disgust to neighbor
  You give the Disgust to Neighbor.
  
  > talk to Alicia
  Instead of giving you a dirty look, she falls into a pensive mood. The possibilities going through her mind are endless.
  
  > Y.
  The day now officially begins. Tiresome hours working in a cubicle, conversing with your coworkers, and attending long and monotonous meetings leave you fatigued at the end of the day. Arriving at home after being overworked; you take the opportunity to watch the news and collect your thoughts. How have your decisions changed other people's lives?
  
  One last fight before she hits the road. Tears are heard through the walls, but today is different. It was his tears. After years of physical and emotional abuse, your (former) neighbor leaves for good. Disgusted of her old life, she chooses to live free of turtlenecks and bruises.
  
  With a smile to feed his efforts and an idea to fuel success, the homeless man writes a memoir of his time on the streets on a public library computer. Selling cans to pay for the printing adds the extra sympathy points to make his story a best seller. His face is on
  daytime talk shows now.
  
  As for you? Like any other day, you wrap your emotions in a sheet and hide it in your closet. Then you lock it shut for tomorrow. You bide your time for the myriads of intangibles to burst out from the Pandora's Box in the corner of your bedroom.