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Floyd | You don't feel any such thing. |
Floyd | |
Floyd | > |
Ellison hollers, "GUNTHER!!" |
olethros says (to Floyd), "down" |
Floyd | You carefully lower yourself, feet first, into the cramped shaft. |
Floyd | |
Floyd | Darkness (in a shaft) |
Floyd | You are braced against the cold stone walls of a narrow, claustrophobic |
Floyd | square shaft, trying unsuccessfully to avoid thinking about burial in a |
Floyd | tall coffin. You could climb down with some care, or crawl back up into |
Floyd | the sarcophagus room. |
Floyd | |
Floyd | > |
olethros says (to Floyd), "down" |
Floyd | |
Floyd | Darkness (at the bottom of a shaft) |
Floyd | You are at the bottom of the narrow shaft. On the floor is a heap of |
Floyd | debris that cracks and crumbles under your feet. The air here has an |
Floyd | unpleasant smell of decay. |
Floyd | |
Floyd | > |
olethros says (to Floyd), "east" |
Floyd | You can't go that way. |
Floyd | |
Floyd | > |
DavidW says, "I guess I'm too slow." |
olethros says (to Floyd), "out" |
Floyd | But you aren't in anything at the moment. |
Floyd | |
Floyd | > |
olethros says (to Floyd), "s" |
Floyd | You can't go that way. |
Floyd | |
Floyd | > |
olethros says (to Floyd), "x debris" |
Floyd | This must have been some ancient mechanism of wood and rope, rotted |
Floyd | away over the centuries and now completely unrecognisable. The useless, |
Floyd | broken remains of your torch are scattered in this heap; you nearly cut |
Floyd | yourself on a fragment of glass from the bulb. The remnants of several |
Floyd | ancient ropes seem to lead underneath the south wall. |
Floyd | |
Floyd | > |
Jacqueline says, "snrk" |
olethros says (to Floyd), "hit south wall" |
Floyd | The wall collapses outwards with a loud crash, the noise of its fall |
Floyd | resounding from what must be a cavernous chamber. |
Floyd | |
Floyd | [Your score has just gone up by one point.] |
Floyd | |
Floyd | > |
olethros says (to Floyd), "s" |
Floyd | |
Floyd | Darkness |
Floyd | Your footfalls echo faintly off the walls of this rough-floored hall, |
Floyd | the stale air heavy with the burden of millennia. |
Floyd | |
Floyd | > |
Jacqueline says, "Well, if olethros feels comfy doing it." |
olethros says (to Floyd), "e" |
Floyd | |
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