text: [Themes: Slice of life, Collegiate, college]
  
  > describe your surroundings
  This is your bedroom, for which you can be proud. Mostly bare,
  since many of your possessions are out for dry cleaning, the room looks neater than ever. Your bed, sitting in one corner, is immaculately made, and your desk, placed against the northern wall, has a clear surface which reveals its mirror-shine polish. A fine mahogany dresser sits against the south wall, and a mirror sits atop it. There is an open door to the north and an open closet door to the east.
  You see a swivel chair here.
  Evan is here, playing an electronic trivia game.
  
  You hear a loud and raucous argument in the living room about the rules for poker.
  
  You see Bob stagger in from the door to the east.
  
  > ask Evan about the chocolate
  Evan blithely continues playing even as you ask him a question. Perhaps if you took that game from him, he'd pay attention...
  
  You hear a loud and raucous argument in the living room about the rules for Monopoly.
  
  Bob stares at the mirror and, with all the machismo possible from a drunken sot, brags about some sports exploit of his. Unfortunately it involves terms you are unfamiliar with, and that you suspect are totally made up.
  
  > get the game
  You yank the game out of Evan's hands. In the process Evan's fingers brush against the game's on/off switch, turning the game off. Evan looks extremely surprised and perturbed.
  
  Going into deep financial detail, Evan gives a discourse on the rise and fall of Infocom, Inc. He also mentions how much he liked that little robot Floyd.
  
  Bob staggers through the door to the north.
  
  > ask Evan about Floyd
  "Ah, 'floyd', now that's an interesting word," says Evan. "Let me tell you about its etymology..."
  
  > ask Evan about the chocolate
  "Hmmm," says Evan. "I'm well versed in the ways of chocolate and their contents--I've never been stuck with a coconut-filled chocolate myself. However, I can't tell you much unless I know what brand this chocolate is."
  
  The sound of crumpling cellophane, grating your ears, comes in from the direction of the living room.
  
  Evan wonders what the world would be like if Fermat had a lot more space in his margins.
  
  You hear a sharp BUMP! followed by a plaintive, "Who pud this wall here *hic*."
  
  > examine torn
  The torn card is missing the brand name of the chocolates, but the ingredients list is still readable.
  
  You hear a loud and raucous argument in the living room about the rules for canasta.
  
  Evan talks about Napoleon's use of artillery at Waterloo.
  
  The sound of a tremendous belch rocks the apartment.
  
  > Examine box
  The box of chocolates was intended to be a birthday present from your mother. Unfortunately, John, mistaking anything with a molecular structure to be his, has already opened the box and ravaged its contents: there is only a bare fraction of the hundred chocolates that used to be inside. There is a torn label on the side of box. In the box you see a square dark chocolate, a square light chocolate, a round dark chocolate, a round light chocolate, a shell-shaped dark chocolate, a shell-shaped light chocolate, a triangular dark chocolate, a triangular light chocolate, a hexagonal dark chocolate, a hexagonal light chocolate, and a torn card.
  
  Evan gives an impromptu talk about Brazil in the (hypothetical) 2030's.
  
  You hear lots of drunken singing from somewhere else in the apartment.
  
  > Examine wrapper
  This looks like a wrapper for some sort of box. It's pastel blue, with a paisley pattern tastefully silkscreened on. A small gold seal, mostly intact, has the logo for "Dee's Chocolates" on it.
  
  You hear a loud and raucous argument in the living room about the rules for Monopoly.
  
  Evan gives an impromptu talk about the differences between the Meiji and postwar constitutions of Japan.
  
  You hear a sharp BUMP! followed by a plaintive, "Who pud this wall here *hic*."
  
  > give the wrapper to Evan
  Evan starts talking about the blue wrapper's history and forgets to even consider whether to accept your offer or not.
  
  You hear a loud and raucous argument in the living room about the rules for checkers.
  
  Evan speculates about the recipe for Greek fire.
  
  > show the wrapper to Evan
  "Ah, how interesting," says Evan. "The wrapper for a box of Dee's chocolates. Serial number 4888602, had a very specific combination of shapes and fillings. Hmmm...let's see if I remember... hexagonal dark chocolates were filled with peanuts, hexagonal light chocolates were filled with mint, triangular light chocolates were filled with pecans, triangular dark chocolates were filled with cherry liqueur, shell-shaped light chocolates were filled with marshmallow, shell-shaped dark chocolates were filled with caramel, round light chocolates were filled with fudge, round dark chocolates were filled with coconut, square light chocolates were filled with almonds, and square dark chocolates were filled with marzipan."
  
  Evan makes a few remarks about the possibility of steam saving the world.
  
  You hear a sharp BUMP! followed by a plaintive, "Who pud this wall here *hic*."
  
  > go to the east
  Dimly illuminated, this closet provides you with an impenetrable defense against outside noise. The door, which is to the west and open, is steel-reinforced and soundproof, preventing even the loudest party sounds from getting through. Though the closet is small, it is roomy enough for you and several of your favorite textbooks, and you've studied for many an exam here.
  You see a toolbox here.
  
  Evan follows you into your closet.
  
  > Go west
  This is your bedroom, for which you can be proud. Mostly bare,
  since many of your possessions are out for dry cleaning, the room looks neater than ever. Your bed, sitting in one corner, is immaculately made, and your desk, placed against the northern wall, has a clear surface which reveals its mirror-shine polish. A fine mahogany dresser sits against the south wall, and a mirror sits atop it. There is an open door to the north and an open closet door to the east.
  You see a swivel chair here.
  
  You hear a loud and raucous argument in the living room about the rules for go.
  
  Evan follows you into your bedroom.
  
  > go to the north
  and the bathroom. Your bedroom is to the south, behind an open door, while John's room is to the north, beyond an open door. The bathroom can be reached by going east through an open door.
  You see two snack food bags and Bob, staggering around, like the slightest hint of alcohol in the air will send him crashing to the ground here.
  
  You hear a loud and raucous argument in the living room about the rules for gin rummy.
  
  Evan follows you into the short hall.
  
  In a loud voice, Bob brags about banging his head against the wall fifty-seven times without going unconscious.
  
  > give the triangular dark chocolate to Bob
  Bob eats the chocolate. "Mmmm!" he exclaims ecstatically. "Cherry! My favorite..." Suddenly, Bob shakes his head once. Then twice. His eyes cross, his body stiffens, then relaxes. Finally, with only the hint of a belch on his lips, Bob gently settles his considerable bulk onto the floor.
  
  "I believe," says Evan, "that a philosopher once said, 'Money isn't everything, but it sure is a lot.'"
  
  Bob lets out a loud snore which sounds truly hideous.
  
  > get Bob
  He's pretty heavy, but carryable. You sling him over your shoulder.
  
  "I believe," says Evan, "that a philosopher once said, 'There is only one fate worse than death, and that is not having a life.'"
  
  > go north
  his stuff, though for the most part you don't take advantage of this. Like your room, John's room has a bed, dresser, desk, and an open closet door to the east. Unlike your room, it is quite disorganized, to say the least. Sheets are spread all over the room and clothes, as well as less-speakable debris, are strewn about, giving the room a ripe, musty odor not unlike rotting fruit in an ancient tomb; broken plastic models litter the scarred desk. Set in the north wall is a closed window to the outside world. There is a (fortunately) open door to the south.
  You see a wastebasket here. The window seems to contain some raw cookie dough.
  
  You hear a loud and raucous argument in the living room about the rules for canasta.
  
  Evan follows you into John's bedroom.
  
  > go east
  This is John's closet. There are no skeletons hiding here, but considering the amount of dust and dirty clothes around, you would hardly be surprised if one of the undead were lurking around in this dimly lit space. The one exit is a door to the west, which is open.
  
  Evan follows you into John's closet.
  
  > Sleepwalk east
  "Ah, 'sleepwalk', now that's an interesting word," says Evan. "Let me tell you about its etymology..."
  
  > check your inventory
  You have two piece of cellophanes, a blue wrapper, a catcher's mitt, a pink towel, a crumpled paper, a skateboard, a beer can, a pastel blue box, a wrench, and a handheld electronic trivia game. The pastel blue box seems to contain a square dark chocolate, a square light chocolate, a round dark chocolate, a round light chocolate, a shell-shaped dark chocolate, a shell-shaped light chocolate, a triangular light chocolate, a hexagonal dark chocolate, a hexagonal light chocolate, and a torn card. The speaker seems to contain a piece of duct tape.
  
  "I believe," says Evan, "that a philosopher once said, 'There is only one fate worse than death, and that is not having a life.'"
  
  From elsewhere in the apartment, you hear Bob's snores shaking the foundations of the earth.
  
  > go to the west
  his stuff, though for the most part you don't take advantage of this. Like your room, John's room has a bed, dresser, desk, and an open closet door to the east. Unlike your room, it is quite disorganized, to say the least. Sheets are spread all over the room and clothes, as well as less-speakable debris, are strewn about, giving the room a ripe, musty odor not unlike rotting fruit in an ancient tomb; broken plastic models litter the scarred desk. Set in the north wall is a closed window to the outside world. There is a (fortunately) open door to the south.
  You see a wastebasket here. The window seems to contain some raw cookie dough.
  
  You hear a loud and raucous argument in the living room about the rules for go.
  
  Evan follows you into John's bedroom.
  
  > go south
  and the bathroom. Your bedroom is to the south, behind an open door, while John's room is to the north, beyond an open door. The bathroom can be reached by going east through an open door.
  You see two snack food bags and Bob, lying quite unconscious here.
  
  You hear a loud and raucous argument in the living room about the rules for Parchesi.
  
  Evan follows you into the short hall.
  
  Bob lets out a loud snore which sounds truly hideous.
  
  > get Bob
  He's pretty heavy, but carryable. You sling him over your shoulder.
  
  Evan speculates about the recipe for the secret sauce on a Big Mac.
  
  Bob lets out a loud snore which sounds truly hideous.
  
  > check what you're carrying
  You have two piece of cellophanes, a blue wrapper, a catcher's mitt, a pink towel, a crumpled paper, a skateboard, a beer can, a pastel blue box, a wrench, and a handheld electronic trivia game. The pastel blue box seems to contain a square dark chocolate, a square light chocolate, a round dark chocolate, a round light chocolate, a shell-shaped dark chocolate, a shell-shaped light chocolate, a triangular light chocolate, a hexagonal dark chocolate, a hexagonal light chocolate, and a torn card. The speaker seems to contain a piece of duct tape.
  
  Evan gives a short speech about what's wrong with a recent popular movie and how he would change things.
  
  Bob lets out a loud snore which sounds truly hideous.
  
  > get Bob
  He's pretty heavy, but carryable. You sling him over your shoulder.
  
  The sound of crumpling cellophane, grating your ears, comes in from the direction of the living room.
  
  "I've always wondered what life would be like if it were exactly like a text adventure game," says Evan. "I'm not sure I'd like it. For example, everyone you knew would just be mindless, finite-state automatons who do the same thing over and over again."
  
  Bob lets out a loud snore which sounds truly hideous.
  
  > get Bob
  He's pretty heavy, but carryable. You sling him over your shoulder.
  
  "I believe," says Evan, "that a philosopher once said, 'Man is not alone in the universe. There are women too.'"