text: > Look around
  Wrecked Bathroom of the Meatpacking Plant  (Chris Jones)
  This is a perfectly normal bathroom. There is a metal grab bar on the wall where the stall used to be. There is bare floor where the toilet used to be. There are empty spaces on the wall where the fixtures like the sink used to be. There is a horse-shaped hole in one wall.
  
  Perfectly. Normal. Bathroom.
  
  > look at Hole
  The spot where the horse burst out of the wall from the pipes, exposing the wall innards.
  
  > look in Hole
  It's just an exposed mass of moldy insulation, sparking wires and severed pipes that are now spurting water, back there. Best to leave that to the janitor or somebody. Somebody who isn't floating dead in
  
  > enter Hole
  space, probably.
  
  It's just an exposed mass of moldy insulation, sparking wires and severed pipes that are now spurting water, back there. Best to leave that to the janitor or somebody. Somebody who isn't floating dead in space, probably.
  
  > get the bar
  (the rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew))
  You already have that.
  
  > get grab the bar
  That's hardly portable.
  
  > check what you're carrying
  You are carrying:
  a small blue journal (which you know is a journal because it says "Mein Journal" on the front) (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a copper amulet (being worn)
  an a worn out, decaying picture (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a little stoppered vial of blue liquid (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a battered yellow JogMaster (being worn)
  a slip of paper (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a calfskin coat (being worn)
  a pewter box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty)
  a silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty)
  a pair of reading glasses (being worn)
  a cold spot on your collarbone (haunting you) (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a book list (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a golden apple (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a FFFFFFFF punch card (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a 923647F1 punch card (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a C353F128 punch card (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a 0B46E931 punch card (smelling faintly of mildew)
  an AE9B711D punch card (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a 00A02209 punch card (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a can of salt (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a blank punch card (smelling faintly of mildew)
  the Journal of Edwin Cragne (smelling faintly of mildew)
  an Isole Perdute (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a Lettera Segreta (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a Prurito Notturno (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a Piccoli Uomini Blu (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a rusted toolbox (smelling faintly of mildew) (open)
  a jar of screws (open but empty)
  a teapot (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a scrap of paper (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a snowglobe (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a black fountain pen (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a mallet (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a metal flask (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a pinch of snail paste (smelling faintly of mildew)
  an Italian magazine cutting (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a police report ("Francine Cragne") (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a note from a seesaw (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a black box (smelling faintly of mildew) (open but empty)
  a shard (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a broken silver amulet (smelling faintly of mildew)
  red-rimmed porcelain plates (smelling faintly of mildew)
  red-rimmed porcelain cups (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a spray bottle that used to contain fungicide (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a gallon jug of white vinegar (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a pair of garden shears (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a rusty flathead screwdriver (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a trophy for a dog race (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a black business card (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a rusty piece of metal (smelling faintly of mildew)
  some yellowed newspapers (smelling faintly of mildew)
  an employee ID card (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a long hooked pole (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a grimy rock (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a backpack features guide (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a trolley schedule (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a pamphlet of home listings (smelling faintly of mildew)
  an antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew) (closed)
  a wad of cash (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a repaired page (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a waterproof flashlight (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a filthy rug (smelling faintly of mildew)
  Daniel Baker's note (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a pull-string doll (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a half-full styrofoam coffee cup (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a familiar gold wristwatch (smelling faintly of mildew)
  a pair of stone earplugs (being worn)
  a trolley pass (being worn)
  a Jansport backpack (being worn and open)
  a hidden pocket (open but empty)
  a key pocket (closed)
  a book pocket (closed)
  a side pocket (closed)
  a trash pocket (closed)
  a gold jacket (being worn)
  a giant milkweed leaf (being worn as a mask)
  
  > look in the kp
  You unzip the key pocket just enough to take a peek inside. It contains Ed's coveralls, a jar of old keys, a sinister iron key, a sturdy key, a key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew), a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), a small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew), a large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew) and an aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew).
  
  > Go east
  You head on out of the meatpacking plant bathroom. What a fuckin' day...
  
  [Hit any key:
  
  Meanwhile... somewhere else:
  
  The little fungus man astronomer looked over his instruments. He and the other scientists had been watching the comings and goings on the strange satellite above his home planetoid for years, hoping to make contact with the beings that came through the portal
  
  Such strange lifeforms. They died so rapidly that the fungus people had never been able to get a probe up to the satellite in time. And they could never determine what any of the strange technology of these bizarre humanoids was for, despite the best efforts of their science corps.
  
  This time, a visitor had managed to survive the icy void of space, but the fungus people had not managed to make contact in time before it disappeared back through the portal.
  
  But now something else was coming through the portal, a life form that the astronomer had never seen before! It had been ejected with such force that it had broken orbit and was hurtling towards the planetoid. It was close enough now that the Science Coprs had managed to collect some data:
  
  Mamalian like the others. Four limbs with bilateral symmetry, a body and a head, also like the others. Except this one appeared strangely... noodly, compared to the others. And much larger. And making much stranger noises, as far as their listening devices could tell.
  
  The little fungus man astronomer smiled and watched the creature hurtle towards the giant rescue net his people were hastily constructing over the icy sea of the planetoid's surface. Perhaps now, at last, the gentle fungus people of Yuggoth would make first contact with a species that they could share their peaceful technology and culture with. Finally. The Day of Happy Cultural Exchange had finally come.
  
  The meatpacking plant (Kenneth Pedersen)
  You are standing in the center of the main room of the meatpacking plant. An open doorway leads west from this huge room to somewhere darker, while some rickety stairs lead up. A long row of meat hooks are hanging from the ceiling parallel to a bloodstained table. It is not too late to leave yet, by going out the front door.
  
  > go west
  Wrecked Bathroom of the Meatpacking Plant  (Chris Jones)
  This is a perfectly normal bathroom. There is a metal grab bar on the wall where the stall used to be. There is bare floor where the toilet used to be. There are empty spaces on the wall where the fixtures like the sink used to be. There is a horse-shaped hole in one wall.
  
  Perfectly. Normal. Bathroom.
  
  > examine the coffee
  The swirls in your cup form no discernible pattern. Lack of a symbolic image means that you have accomplished everything you must in your current environment and should move on to find new challenges in order to grow as a person.
  
  A faint smell of mildew emanates from it.
  
  > Go up
  Dusty office (Matthew Korson)
  This must be the boss's office. A large window overlooks the factory floor. Some shards around the edge suggest that it contained glass once. Pushed against one wall is a small table that might have served as a desk, and next to it stands a metal filing cabinet. Anonymous detritus is scattered at the edges of the room.
  
  Everything is covered in a thick layer of dust.
  
  > About yourself
  There is dust in your hair, dust in your eyes, dust in your nose, dust in your mouth. If you stay here much longer, you may turn to dust yourself.
  
  > examine the window
  A few small shards of glass remain around the edge of the window; otherwise, the frame is empty.
  
  > look at the Glass
  (the glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew))
  A clear glass jar containing a hideous green insect. It's either dead or doing a very good job of playing dead and you have no desire to find out which. The number of legs and eyes appear to change every time you look at it.
  
  It currently has four legs and four eyes.
  
  A faint smell of mildew emanates from it.
  
  > look at the table
  The only remarkable thing about it is that it is still standing.
  
  > look at the cabinet
  The sides are painted exactly the same color as the dust that covers everything in here.
  
  > examine 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.
  
  A faint smell of mildew emanates from it.
  
  > look under the table
  You rummage through the junk. You find a brass nameplate among all the dust.
  
  Dust swirls into the air.
  
  > examine nameplate
  "Charles Cragne, Owner"
  
  > open the kp
  You open the key pocket, revealing Ed's coveralls, a jar of old keys, a sinister iron key, a sturdy key, a key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew), a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), a small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew), a large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew) and an aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew).
  
  > open the kp
  You open the key pocket, revealing a jar of old keys, a sinister iron key, a sturdy key, a key from an urn (smelling faintly of mildew), a Red Triangle Key (smelling faintly of mildew), a small rusty iron key (smelling faintly of mildew), a bronze key green from age (smelling faintly of mildew), a large brass key (smelling faintly of mildew), a small desk key (smelling faintly of mildew), an Allen key (smelling faintly of mildew) and an aluminum key (smelling faintly of mildew).
  
  > put coveralls in the kp
  You put Ed's coveralls into the key pocket.
  
  > examine the jar of the keys
  The label on this musty jar indicates that it's meant to store old keys. You'll have to open it up to see what's in there.
  
  In the jar of old keys are a splintery wooden key, an ornate bronze key, a frosty blue key, an intricately folded origami key and a silver and ivory key.
  
  > unlock the cabinet with the ornate
  (first taking the ornate bronze key)
  That doesn't seem to fit the lock.
  
  > unlock the cabinet with origami
  (first taking the intricately folded origami key)
  As you attempt to use the origami key, it catches and unfolds; you try to refold it but you just mess it up more, and pretty soon all you have is a hopelessly creased square of paper.
  
  > unlock cabinet with wooden
  (first taking the splintery wooden key)
  You stick the old wooden key into the lock and try to turn it, but it splinters and falls apart into uselessness. Whatever that would've opened, it's never going to open it now.
  
  > unlock the cabinet with the frosty
  (first taking the frosty blue key)
  Picking up the frosty key with your unprotected hand, it melts immediately into nothingness. Hopefully you won't need that in the future...
  
  > unlock the cabinet with the silver
  Which do you mean, the silver and ivory key, the silver urn (smelling faintly of mildew), the tarnished silver teapot from the Queen Mary (smelling faintly of mildew) or the antique locket (smelling faintly of mildew)?
  
  > unlock the cabinet with silver Key
  (first taking the silver and ivory key)
  You slide the silver and ivory key into the keyhole and try to turn it. It won't budge, but when you try to remove it, you hand starts to burn. You jerk your hand away. In the center of you palm, a grinning black skull has been branded in the flesh. You start to feel dizzy, and then all at once your skull explodes, spraying blasphemous lava in every direction and killing you instantly.
  
  > put the ornate in the jar of the keys
  You put the ornate bronze key into the jar of old keys.
  
  > look at the jar
  Which do you mean, the jar of old keys, the jar of screws or the glass jar containing an insect (smelling faintly of mildew)?
  
  > examine the jar of the keys
  The label on this musty jar indicates that it's meant to store old keys. You'll have to open it up to see what's in there.
  
  In the jar of old keys are an ornate bronze key and a silver and ivory key.
  
  > examine creased Paper
  This messily creased square of paper used to be an intricately-folded origami key, but you. Kind of messed it up.
  
  > Dust
  (the piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew))
  You rub the piece of chalk (smelling faintly of mildew).
  
  > Dust table
  You make a futile attempt to clean the small table. Dust blows into your face.
  
  > Dust cabinet
  You make a futile attempt to clean the filing cabinet. The dust you come in contact with cakes onto your skin.