Windows CE - The Ultimate Companion/ROMMAN_CE.iso/Files/Games/Frotz CE Games/TRYST205.Z5

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S001: "





TRYST OF FATE"
S002: "

An Interactive Horse Opera
Copyright (c) 1995, 1996, 1997 by G. M. Zagurski.
"
S003: "970405"
S004: "6/5"
S005: "a"
S006: "---"
S007: "the"
S008: "The "
S009: "the "
S010: "a "
S011: "The "
S012: "the "
S013: "an "
S014: "The "
S015: "the "
S016: "some "
S017: "The "
S018: "the "
S019: "some "
S020: "N = next subject"
S021: "P = previous"
S022: "  Q = resume game"
S023: "Q = previous menu"
S024: "RETURN = read subject"
S025: "Score: "
S026: "Moves: "
S027: "Time: "
S028: "You can't go that way."
S029: "your former self"
S030: "yourself"
S031: "Darkness"
S032: "those things"
S033: "that"
S034: " or "
S035: "nothing"
S036: " is"
S037: " are"
S038: "is "
S039: "are "
S040: " and "
S041: "whom "
S042: "which "
S043: "Chapter 3: "There and Back Again""
S044: "Chapter 2: "The Land Down Under""
S045: "Chapter 1: "Who Was That Masked Man?""
S046: "About Tryst of Fate"
S047: "George and Beetlebaum"
S048: "Objects and Places"
S049: "Scoring"
S050: "Things to Try"
S051: "Acknowledgements"
S052: "There is information available on the following:

     Who are George and Beetlebaum?
     About Various Objects and Places in the Game
     Scoring
     Things to Try
     And Finally...
"
S053: "
You are lying on the floor staring at the ceiling. Your head feels surprisingly
good considering your previous antics. In fact, you feel quite refreshed from
your hiatus from consciousness."
S054: "The dainty wristwatch is made from 18kt gold and shines like the sun."
S055: "The dainty wristwatch is made from 18kt gold and shines like the sun."
S056: "You look down at your wrist and realize how naked you feel without your
watch."
S057: "The upstairs hallway is really nothing more than an annex between
several other rooms of the house. There are exits leading north, northeast,
east and south. A stairway leads down to the west."
S058: "The carpets haven't finished drying yet!"
S059: "The carpets haven't finished drying yet!"
S060: "You would think you might know your own house by now!"
S061: "The blue gumball looks more like a marble than a confection."
S062: "The toy car is a little red Corvette with a crushed front end."
S063: "The little man stands about three feet high, has a dark brown beard and
steely blue eyes with a mischievous gleam to them. He is wearing a tattered tan
cowboy hat and a pair of cowboy boots that look several sizes too large. He
also sports a decorative brown belt with a huge brass belt buckle engraved with
the word "GEORGE." In one hand, the little man is carrying a brown bag."
S064: "The door to Kati's room is open."
S065: "The ledge extends about an inch from the wall above the door."
S066: "Magnificent in its opulence, astounding in it's austerity - its a bent
piece of wire with a loop in it."
S067: "There is a key on the ledge."
S068: "Although you just finished cleaning this room an hour ago, it now looks
like it hasn't been cleaned in about three weeks. The bed looks like it has
been jumped on by an entire preschool. Dirty clothes are thoughtfully sprinkled
across the floor, interspersed with assorted toys and food items. You can exit
this mess to the south."
S069: "The only way out of here is to the south."
S070: "The dirty clothes cover most of the floor, possibly hiding anything."
S071: "The bed, having been made less than an hour ago, now looks like it has
been slept in for a week."
S072: "This is your garden variety of toys, most of which involved a number of
small pieces lost long ago."
S073: "The food consists mostly of crumbs and other unrecognizable
nourishment."
S074: "The sturdy green bench stands about a foot tall."
S075: "Somehow, someone has lost their gum and thoroughly ground it into the
carpet."
S076: "The half-eaten candy bar has clusters of green mold and splotches of
white fur."
S077: "The toy silver whistle has been lost for a week."
S078: "The old black stray is not all that much to look at, but he gets along
well with the children."
S079: "Mark (your son, remember?) is a little boy quickly approaching the lofty
age of six years. He is sitting Indian style on the ground playing with a tired
green Lincoln Log stick and a yellow Tinker Toy, telling himself an elaborate
story that apparently involves lots of explosions. He appears quite involved in
his activity and does not seem the least interested in your presence."
S080: "The key is carved out of some type of dark wood."
S081: "Kati has done a marvelous job at totally trashing this room since this
morning. You swear there once was a bed in here but all you can see is a
mountain of clothing in front of the closet. The hallway is to the north."
S082: "The only way out is north."
S083: "What else would you expect from a little girl that changes her clothing
six times a day."
S084: ""Bees-Knees Insta-Freeze
Shake and Apply.""
S085: "It's a small black metal box about six inches high with a small
combination lock on it. All in all, it's a pretty good replica of the type of
safe frequently shown in gangster movies. Mark has played with this thing for
hours since getting it from his uncle. The safe door is shut and apparently
locked."
S086: "While considerably better than your children's rooms, your room is also
a little bit on the messy side. There is a king-size bed here with mountains of
assorted pillows. A masterfully finished dresser graces the south wall. To the
south is the hallway and a bathroom is off to the west."
S087: "The hallway is to the south and the master bathroom to the west."
S088: "The king size bed is covered with a flowery comforter and assorted
pillows."
S089: "Well it's no secret now, but here is a stack of your husband's journals
including "Field and Fallow," "Newsleak," "PentShack" and so forth. All of the
magazines are quite dirty and dusty from being stored for an extended period in
the garage."
S090: "The dresser is made out of maple carefully finished with Danish oil.
Further study makes you marvel at what an accomplished craftsman your husband
is. One drawer draws your attention away from this stunning 20th century
achievement."
S091: "One of the dresser drawers is open."
S092: "These are your garden variety garden gloves with little raised dimples
for extra grip."
S093: "Beautiful plants hang down from the ceiling and ceramic cherubims watch
your every move in this small area off of the master bedroom to the east. To
the south is a spacious walk-in closet with mirrored doors."
S094: "Your bedroom is to the east and a walk-in closet is to the south."
S095: "These are tall mirrored doors leading into (and hopefully out of) your
walk-in closet."
S096: "The closet door is closed."
S097: "The closet door is open."
S098: "Well as far as closets go, this one is filled floor to ceiling with
various clothing articles, shoes, and sundry. You can leave this Mecca for
moths to the north."
S099: "Your options for egress are somewhat limited in here."
S100: "The clothing, shoes and what-have-you fill a good part of the closet but
have little to no significance to this story."
S101: "This garish bag looks like something from another century. The heavily
cracked leather is inset with faded brown cloth strips lined with dull brass
buttons. Down the top of the bag is a long rusted zipper."
S102: "The small ornate box is made of dark wood inlaid with silver swirls and
circles."
S103: "The trap door is made out of weathered wood and is covered in floor
carpet."
S104: "A secret trap door is open, revealing a weathered wooden ladder leading
down into the darkness."
S105: "There is a secret trap door here which is closed."
S106: "This creepy cellar looks like it predates your house by about a hundred
years or so. Cold stone walls provide a framework for countless spiderwebs
along with dried insects and other debris. No doors or other exits are evident
except for the weathered ladder leading to the trap door in the ceiling, which
is the sole source of light for this room. The dust-covered floor reveals a
fresh set of small boot prints. Oddly, the trail of boot prints stops dead
center in the middle of the room."
S107: "The ladder seems to be the best bet here."
S108: "The green gumball looks more like a marble than a confection."
S109: "No surprises here. Towels everywhere, water on the floor, even a couple
of toys to boot. The hallway is just a couple of steps to the west."
S110: "The hallway is to the west."
S111: "These are the towels with little hoods that the kids use after every
bath."
S112: "Typical bathroom toys, but of use only to your children."
S113: "No matter what you say or what you do, the kids always manage to get
water on the floor after a bath."
S114: "There is a pinkish shower curtain here."
S115: "You see an open curtain here previously concealing a shower."
S116: "Penny's, $7.99, and that's not even on sale!"
S117: "The kids' shower consists of a bathtub with an overhead shower nozzle."
S118: "Slimy, slippery, oily soap. Yuck."
S119: "You can not be here since this place doesn't exist."
S120: "Two Little Kids"
S121: "You are inside a windowless room constructed of rough-cut timber. There
isn't all that much room to move around since the place is cluttered with
cauldrons, books, a large dusty table, pencil sketches, and assorted equipment.
Large holes and splits in the ceiling provide more than enough light to make
out that this is some type of crude laboratory. The only apparent exit is a
door to the west."
S122: "The door to the west is closed."
S123: "The door to the west is closed."
S124: "The only apparent exit is a door to the west."
S125: "The door is closed."
S126: "The cauldrons are of all different sizes and shapes."
S127: "Most of the books are stacked neatly in one corner of the room. The
titles are for the most part obliterated leaving no clue to their contents. One
dusty book on the floor, however, is open."
S128: "The book is open to some dissertation about the partial transformation
effects of previously chewed gumballs. The text is too complex for your meager
intelligence."
S129: "All sorts of weird tubes, flasks, tools and the like clutter up the
room."
S130: "There are several pencil sketches scattered throughout the room. Most
follow a general western genre (stagecoaches, wagons, horses, cattle, etc.).
One sketch depicts a crude wooden drilling rig with the description "Tom's
Chuck." Another sketch, lying face down on the table, has numerous water and
coffee stains."
S131: "The dusty table looks to be made from scrap wood and other recycled
materials. There is a thick coat of dust over most of the table."
S132: "The paper is face down on the table, but through the stains you can just
make out there is a picture and some writing on the other side."
S133: "By all evidence, the housekeeper hasn't been here in a while."
S134: "The sketch depicts a rather stunning woman opening a door with the word
"Dehlila" written and circled beneath it."
S135: "You are in a flat grassy area surrounded by scrub pines and large
granite boulders. Purple and yellow wildflowers flourish in this area and the
attendant bees are laden full with pollen and nectar. A lightly traveled path
winds west through the rocks."
S136: "The only path around is to the west."
S137: "The scrub pines lack for much in the way of branches and look a little
on the dry side."
S138: "The large granite boulders form a near-perfect ring around the clearing.
A path runs west between two of the larger specimens."
S139: "The wildflowers form a nearly uniform carpet throughout the area. The
colors are so brilliant in the bright sun, you have to squint your eyes to
avoid seeing spots all day."
S140: "The bees lazily drift from flower to flower."
S141: "A well-traveled path from the west branches south and continues east
here under the refreshing shade of the bordering oaks. The sloping path leading
south appears somewhat muddy but the footing does not appear to be too
difficult."
S142: "The oaks must be as old as the hills and provide a good deal of shade
over the entire area."
S143: "A small stream flowing from the west is only slightly hampered here by a
deteriorating beaver dam which has formed a large deep pool of crystal clear
water. Chokecherry bushes line the perimeter of the pool confining access to
the pool to the area in which you are standing. The air is thick with mosquitos
and gnats."
S144: "There is a somewhat muddy path leading north, but that's about all."
S145: "This rectangular rock is about a foot from the bank and is almost
completely submerged in water. The top of the rock is almost perfectly flat and
has a fine gritty texture."
S146: "There is a flat-faced rock here, protruding just above the surface of
the pool."
S147: "The mosquitos and gnats are flying around in a frenzy."
S148: "The small black berries look quite inviting."
S149: "This northeast-southwest trail has all the appearances of being a main
thoroughfare prior to becoming overrun with weeds and brush. A narrow footpath
leads off to the east through the brush."
S150: "The trail runs from southwest to northeast. There is a footpath off to
the east."
S151: "A briskly moving stream widens here and is shallow enough to cross
without difficulty. Along one bank where the water slows to a crawl a deposit
of black magnetite can be seen. The trail continues to the northeast and up a
small ridge to the southwest."
S152: "The trail here runs from southwest to northeast."
S153: "Cool, clear, refreshing."
S154: "The black iron oxide particles are quite dense and tend to settle out
with other heavy minerals and metals such as gold."
S155: "The gravel, sand, and water make up a dark brown slurry."
S156: "The gold nugget is about the size of a marble and is probably worth a
small fortune."
S157: "The main trail turns from northeast to south here, traversing a small
grassy ridge."
S158: "You can head either northeast or south here."
S159: "It is difficult to discern the trail here due to the thick sagebrush.
The vegetation does thin a bit to the southeast and southwest, and a clear path
leads north."
S160: "Your options seem to be limited to the southeast, southwest, and north."
S161: "The sprig of sage is dry and quite aromatic."
S162: "The aromatic brush sways briskly in the wind."
S163: "The main trail surrenders here to thick brush and thicket making further
progress impossible. A faded sign is nailed to a huge willow tree whose long
narrow branches just touch the ground. You can pick up the main trail to the
northwest."
S164: "The main trail is to the northwest."
S165: "The weeping willow tree is about 30 feet tall and has countless long,
delicate, drooping branches. There is a faded sign nailed to the trunk."
S166: "You can just make out the words "Dorn's Tree.""
S167: "The trail descends here into a deep canyon cut into the surrounding
sandstone. It is cooler here as most of the sunlight is blocked by the high
walls. The path through the canyon proceeds to the west, where you see a large
stone outcropping, and rises sharply to the northeast."
S168: "The path heads west or up to the northeast."
S169: "Aside from the east-west trail, there don't seem to be any other ways
out of here."
S170: "The bear is quite large even for the brown variety. He doesn't look that
happy about the disturbance you have caused and keeps rubbing his ears with his
giant paws."
S171: "The trail winds its way from the southwest through a shadowy canyon
formed in the cleft of two large hills. You cannot help but feel confined and
vulnerable by the sheer walls of this gorge and limited visibility in front of
you and behind. The trail continues to the north."
S172: "Your travel is limited to the southwest or to the north."
S173: "A set of well-worn railroad tracks crosses the north-south trail here.
The wooden ties have all but disintegrated and the rails are thick with bright
red rust. The weed ridden-tracks run east-west."
S174: "You can continue along the north-south trail or follow the east-west
railroad tracks."
S175: "The tracks continue east-west here through thick scrub brush and an
occasional patch of cactus. There is a short section of track running parallel
to, and eventually joining, the main track to form a spur."
S176: "The thick scrub brush limits travel to the east-west tracks."
S177: "The thorny mass of tumbleweeds is bigger than a small shed."
S178: "There is a huge clump of tumbleweeds on the track spur."
S179: "You can't make out much detail, but the tumbleweeds are concealing a
large rusted platform with wheels."
S180: "The handcar is a small platform with four wheels and a T-shaped handle
for propulsion. There is a small lever near the split-wood floor."
S181: "There is a rusted old handcar on the track spur."
S182: "The weathered handle is fixed to a long beam which drives a shaft
through a small hole in the floor."
S183: "The railroad tracks once crossed a deep gorge here, but the trestled
bridge has long past seen its last train. The gaping hole in the middle of the
bridge along with the highly questionable structural stability of the trestles
themselves make further progress east unthinkable."
S184: "The track looks a lot better to the west."
S185: "One of the rails has become dislodged, forming a six-inch gap on one
side of the tracks. A train would probably get derailed trying to pass through
here."
S186: "The tracks gradually turn southwest here through a tight ravine cut into
the sandy soil. Thick brush once again lines the tracks limiting passage only
along the tracks themselves."
S187: "Dozens of rattlesnakes line the track. Most of them are coiled up and
presumably sleeping; however, the few that are staring directly at you appear
very daunting. It is with little disinterest that you note the crescendo of
rattles in the area."
S188: "The tracks through the ravine are littered with rattlesnakes."
S189: "Your makeshift railroad comes to an end here as several feet of sand
cover the tracks. Right next to the tracks to the south is a small sod
structure with a faded sign on top."
S190: "There is a sod shack to the south and the tracks run clear to the east."
S191: "This old shack has all but lost the battle against the elements. The
roof, sagging from its own weight, looks as if it will collapse at any moment.
The mud walls are weed-ridden and crumbling. All in all, this looks like a
great place to kill some time."
S192: "The sign reads:
 "Danger Explosives R&L RailRoad""
S193: "No mud in this door, just solid wood. In fact, it's your everyday solid
wood door with an oval peg extending from the center."
S194: "The door to the shack is closed."
S195: "The door to the shack is open."
S196: "The peg extends an inch or so from the door and is shaped like an oval."
S197: "The inside of the shack smells quite musty and there is dust everywhere.
Narrow shafts of light from the decaying roof highlight the dark dirt floor.
There is a door to the north."
S198: "The only way out is to the north."
S199: "The metal container is made from polished brass and is about the size of
a shoe box. On the front face of the box is small keyhole."
S200: "The stick of dynamite is about ten inches long and an inch in diameter.
An oily yellowish fluid oozes out of small cracks along the surface and out of
a small hole in one end of the stick."
S201: "Nestled inside the box is a stick of dynamite carefully packed in
sawdust."
S202: "It's a small hole presumably leading to the interior of the tube.
Unfortunately, there is no fuse in the hole."
S203: "The fluid is somewhat sticky and produces a light sulfur smell."
S204: "The fuse, if it were here, would be about 8 inches long and slightly
coiled."
S205: "The trail here turns to fine dust with only a trace of vegetation. The
wind is howling from the west, blowing dust, sand, and tumbleweeds everywhere.
A brief respite in the blowing debris allows you to see the trail continuing
north and an overgrown path going up to the east."
S206: "The trail runs north-south here and there is an overgrown path leading
up to the east."
S207: "You are standing atop a large knoll which apparently served as a
cemetery at some point in time. Remains of a picket fence lie strewn about the
hillside and most of the gravestones have disintegrated beyond recognition. One
granite marker at the head of a grassless plot, however, remains intact."
S208: "The only way off the hill is down to the west."
S209: "There is an inscription on the marker which reads:

"Remember Friends As You Pass By,
As You Are Now So Once Was I;
As I Am Now So You Shall Be,
So Prepare For Death And Follow Me."

You swear you can hear laughing, but then again, maybe it's the wind."
S210: "Only shards of whitewash remain on the well-weathered remnants of this
former fence."
S211: "These boots have seen many a mile but have many a mile to go."
S212: "The note is hardly legible, but you can make out:

"If I have done kick the bucket, do the old man
a favor. Play a song on the squeezebox once
in a while for my ornery 'ol friend, and maybe
give him something to eat now and then.

(signed) Sheriff Laramie B. Dalton""
S213: "The Tombstone Jay (or just T-Jay for short) appears to be a lot more
hawk than jay. Mixed in with the ash-gray feathers are streaks of red and
brown. A ring of white circles his hooked beak as well as his imposing taloned
feet."
S214: "There is a Tombstone Jay here standing on top of the grave marker."
S215: "You are at the outskirts of what you would guess is a small town.
Tumbleweeds and debris litter the trail giving all appearances that this place
is deserted. The majority of buildings and other structures are to the west
while a large barn-like building is due north. There is a faded sign just off
to the side of the trail."
S216: "The main part of town seems to be to the west and the trail out of town
is to the south. There is a barn-like structure to the north."
S217: "The bullet-riddled sign reads:

"Welcome To Deadeye Gulch
No Cussin, Gunnin, or Gamblin""
S218: "You are just outside a large barn-like structure that appears to be the
local livery. The aging structure looks fairly sound except that the roof is
starting to sag in areas. Just north is an oddly colored entrance to the
building. The rest of Deadeye is to the southwest and there is a clearing to
the south."
S219: "There are several buildings off to the west and a clearing to the south.
The Livery is straight to the north."
S220: "The door is fabricated from weathered planking and leather straps. There
are several faded splotches of paint that stand in sharp contrast to the dull
gray wood."
S221: "There is a different splotch of paint at each corner of the door. The
splotches are blue, red, yellow, and orange."
S222: "This dilapidated building has long fallen into disrepair. It is
surprisingly bright in here as light filters through large gaping holes in the
roof. Numerous stalls line the walls presumably for horses or other livestock.
A wooden ladder provides access to a hayloft to the north while large sliding
doors, long off their rails, provide an egress to the east. You can leave the
building by heading south."
S223: "There is an open area to the east and a ladder leading up to the loft.
The exit to this building is to the south."
S224: "The ladder looks no better nor worse than anything else around these
parts."
S225: "There are at least twenty stalls shrouded in shadows from the high
timber enclosures. Most of the stalls are blocked with wood and debris, but one
looks ready for the nearest horse."
S226: "The wooden handle has splintered several times and has been thoughtfully
wrapped in old rags for support, and the hand-forged blade is quite thin from
use. All in all, though, it looks like the old girl could still toss a few more
shovelfuls."
S227: "The floorboards of the loft creak and sag with your weight but seem to
be holding firm, at least for now. Only a few clumps of straw remain where
there were once probably dozens of hay bales. The heat up here is nearly
unbearable and perspiration begins to run down your face. The only way off of
the loft is to impose yourself on the weathered ladder once again."
S228: "It is a long-handled fork with four tines."
S229: "All is not so 'O.K.' with this corral as most of the wooden fences have
given away to the ravages of time and the elements. Tall range grass has
overtaken the ground and the air is alive with the sounds of grasshoppers,
crickets and the like."
S230: "The entrance to the barn-like structure is to the west."
S231: "The grass is about waist high and is so thick it could conceal about
anything."
S232: "The rusted square tin declares itself as "Scented Bag Balm" and includes
these special directions:

"For minor congestion of the udder due to calving, high feeding, bruising or
chilling. Using individual towels, thoroughly wash treated teats and udder
before each milking to avoid contamination of milk. After each milking, bathe
with plenty of hot water, strip milk out clean, dry skin and apply bag balm
freely, massaging gently with this stiff ointment fifteen minutes twice daily
or more often as needed. Special scented formula repels flies and other flying
insects.""
S233: "The yellow oily balm has a pungent smell reminiscent of burning rubber."
S234: "portions of balm"
S235: "You are at the east end of Deadeye Gulch on a street which is thick with
dried grass and weeds. The remains of hitching posts and water troughs line the
crumbling wooden sidewalks. Most of the buildings here have collapsed from
aging timbers and a few appear as if they were burned down to their
foundations. A couple of structures, however, have withstood the elements. To
the north, there is a bank judging from the declaration as to such in the
windows. To the south, there is a saloon."
S236: "Abandoned teller windows line the west wall of this former financial hub
of the Deadeye community. Not unlike everything else in town, it too has fallen
into disrepair. To the north you can make out an open vault and to the south
lies Main Street."
S237: "The teller windows are that way."
S238: "There is an open vault to the north and to the south is the street."
S239: "The vault is built into the north wall. Strangely, the anticipated
massive door is nowhere to be seen."
S240: "The teller windows are uniformly distributed along the west wall with no
apparent way to get to the other side of the bars. Perhaps they are no more
than window dressing."
S241: "The bars are thick and unremovable."
S242: "The pan is about 16 inches in diameter and 3 inches deep. The walls of
the pan slope gently inward to produce a 10-inch bottom base. The surface of
the pan is entirely rusted."
S243: "There is a rusted pan lying over in the corner."
S244: "The hole was obviously formed when one of the knots in the floorboard
gave way."
S245: "The gold locket, which is shaped like a quarter-moon, is attached to a
fine gold chain which is more than long enough to fit over your head."
S246: "The willow stick is about 3 feet long and thin as a pencil."
S247: "This red brick enclosure has been picked clean of its valuables,
bringing to mind the adage "A Day Late, and a Dollar Short." A large wooden
table dominates the center of the room supporting some type of mechanical
contraption. The rest of the bank lies to the south."
S248: "The only exit here is to the south."
S249: "The contraption has a metal block just an inch or so above a metal plate
with a small circular impression. A series of gears connects the metal block to
a lever."
S250: "The impression in the plate is about an eighth of an inch deep and an
inch and a half in diameter."
S251: "The lever is about a foot and a half long."
S252: "The wooden table is made from oak and supports some strange mechanical
device."
S253: ""It's a beautiful day for the race.
Stooge Hand is the favorite today, Assault is in there.
Dog Biscuit is 3:1, Safety Pin has been scratched,
and at 20:1, Beetlebaum.

Now the horses are approaching the starting gate,
and there - There they go!

Johannes Stuchan is going to the front.
Cabbage is second on the rail.
Beautiful Linda is third by a length.
And Beetlebaum - around the first turn.

Stuchan is still in the front,
Cabbage is second by a head.
(Cabbage by a head!)
Beautiful Linda is third.
And Beetlebaum - into the back strech.

Dog Biscuit is now leading the pack.
Lady Appolonius is second, very close.
Banana is coming up through the bunch.
(Banana coming up through the bunch!)
And Beetlebaum - at the half.

Stuchan still out in the front.
Apartment House is second with plenty of room.
Assault is passing Battery.
(Assaulting Battery!)
Notary Sojack is fourth.
And in lastplace by 10 lengths,
I belive it is, yes it is, Beetlebaum.

Around the turn and heading for home.
It's Stuchan, Dog Biscuit and Girdle in the stretch.
Flying Silvester is third.
And Mother-in-Law nagging in the rear.
And now they come down to the wire.
And it's number one and now number two.
And it's very close.
It'll be a photo finish or an oil painting.
And now Louis leads for the left.
And Louis is an inertia sluggin'.
And it's battle and now they're tearing hair.
There's hair all over the ring,
There's hair all over the place.
I don't know whose hair it is - it's mine.
And there goes the winner! - Beetlebaum!""
S254: "The musty smell of rotting wood greets your arrival at this rather dark
dry goods store. An empty wood and glass counter parallel to the east wall
displays mere remnants of the grains, sugar, fruit, and candy once plentiful in
each of the adjacent bins. The shelves behind the counter are now only a
repository for dust and a framework for countless cobwebs. The wooden
floorboards, once sanded and polished, are now buckled and decrepit. A pair of
broken doors leads out to the south and an open screen door leads to the west."
S255: "A pair of broken doors leads out to the south and an open screen door
leads to the west."
S256: "The breeze is hardly noticeble."
S257: "The floorboard is a couple of feet long and is missing its nails on one
end."
S258: "One of the floorboards squeaks when you step on it."
S259: "These are just your average horizontal boards used for displaying store
items."
S260: "The stack consists of a number of squares labeled "Uncle Wrigley's
Virgin Gum Base.""
S261: "The box is adorned with a drawing of a cute redhead and the printing
"Mon Cheri's Tea Sugar.""
S262: "The cubes are pure white in color and neatly arranged in the box."
S263: "It's pure white in color and mighty sweet in taste."
S264: "You couldn't even clean a gun barrel with these measly shreds of cloth."
S265: "This small fenced-in area was once a garden, probably for the private
use of the store's proprietor. Weeds now blanket the dark soil where once
beans, carrots, potatoes, and the like thrived in the hot summer. In one corner
of the garden, however, a single corn stalk has made its way skyward supported
by the fence. A screen door to the east leads back into the store."
S266: "A screen door to the east leads back into the store."
S267: "The corn kernels are dry and hard as a rock."
S268: "This round table is standing on three legs (versus its last leg). The
surface is marred with nicks, scratches and even a little bit of writing."
S269: "The mirror is quite overwhelming in size. Time, however, has started to
take its toll on the mirror as indicated by the wavy distortions in the
reflection."
S270: "The sharp slivers of silvered glass spot the floor at the base of the
wall."
S271: "It is a cylindrical thumb-sized object made from the elastic outer bark
of the cork oak (Quercus suber)."
S272: ""Daniel Jack's Redeye Special""
S273: "Want some rye? Course ya do!"
S274: "This area was probably used as a storage area for the bar prior to the
acquisition of the huge mirror. The rest of the saloon lies to the west."
S275: "The rest of the saloon is to the west."
S276: "The four-legged table is exceptionally pristine considering the
clientele around this place. The table top is flawlessly finished and sports
nary a water mark."
S277: "The barkeep looks somewhat familiar. He has curly brown hair heavily
seasoned with gray, a lightly bearded face, and  a slightly paunchy stomach.
The local clientele seem to refer to him as "John Bro" or just "Bro" for short.
Without exception, every time someone orders a drink, John Bro bellows out
"Done Deal!" and then serves both the patron and himself a drink."
S278: "Each of the girls is dressed quite provocatively and is obviously
well-trained on how to extract every last bit of cash from the saloon's
customers."
S279: "The bar patrons are a mixture of cowpokes and businessmen."
S280: "The double-barreled shotgun hangs behind the bar for the sole use of the
bartender."
S281: "The mirror is quite overwhelming in size. Its surface is nearly perfect
and shows no signs of distortion."
S282: "The single-shot pocket derringer has a beautiful ivory handle and
appears to be loaded."
S283: "This is the meanest looking bad guy you hope to ever set eyes on. Narrow
beady eyes stare at you from a grizzly shaven face. Twin scars, one each cheek,
accentuate a bent nose which veers slightly off to the left. His dusty black
clothing is well worn and is bulging at the seams from the massive physique
contained within.

Black Thad's oversized hands continually twitch just over the handles of his
pearl-handled guns."
S284: "The free-standing slot machine bears a sign declaring:

"HAPPY DAYS - 10 TRIES FOR 1 BUCK-A-BIN."

The machine has a lever on the right-hand side, a coin slot on the top, and a
large metal tray at the bottom. There are three tumblers on the front of the
machine behind a scratched piece of glass. On the left-hand side of the machine
are five small wheels. Above each of the wheels is a letter, which collectively
spell out the word "AHEAD.""
S285: "The coin slot is about 1 inch in diameter."
S286: "The gold coin is relatively primitive, yet has a monetary feel about it.
There is a crudely engraved figure with a mask riding a horse on the face.
Beneath the figure is the inscription "1 Buck-a-Bin.""
S287: "Horse"
S288: "Tumbleweed"
S289: "Saddle"
S290: "Bottle"
S291: "Six-Shooter"
S292: "Noose"
S293: "Bottle"
S294: "Six-Shooter"
S295: "Noose"
S296: "The well-worn handle is adorned with an ivory knob."
S297: "The tray is positioned at the bottom of the machine and is large enough
to hold a king's ransom."
S298: "Most of the buildings on this end of town have given up the ghost and
are but piles of broken lumber, tarpaper and other debris. One structure, to
the north, seems to have fared considerably better than its neighbor to the
south. The street narrows to the west where it appears to pick up a trail
leading out of town. Back to the east is the center of town."
S299: "Inside the jail, you can see"
S300: "You can also see"
S301: "This small jail was not designed for the comfort of its occupants. It is
impossible to stand without hunching over and you can touch any two walls at
the same time. The only relief from the crumbling stucco walls is the
iron-barred door to the north."
S302: "It's a five foot long iron bar with a pointed end."
S303: "One of the bars must have fallen off of the door and onto the floor of
the jail."
S304: "an"
S305: "The east-west trail here is lined by scraggly sycamore trees that look
more dead than alive. Even the few birds' nests tucked away in the upper
branches look poorly constructed and uninhabitable."
S306: "The east-west trail here is lined by scraggly sycamore trees that look
more dead than alive. Even the few birds' nests tucked away in the upper
branches look poorly constructed and uninhabitable."
S307: "The upper branches of this tree are almost totally bare of leaves. One
branch within reach supports a deserted bird's nest which looks a whisper away
from nonexistence. Further travel up the tree does not look promising since,
basically, there is no more tree."
S308: "Your best bet is probably down."
S309: "The nest is constructed out of twigs, leaves and a few other
unidentifiable materials. If you are careful, you may be able to look inside
without falling out of the tree."
S310: ""Congratulations on the purchase of your new
HAPPY DAYS Slot Machine, the slot guaranteed
to raise income and please your clientele! Special
features of the HAPPY DAYS slot include:
  - Large payoff tray
  - Adjustable odds with convenient thumbwheels
  - Ivory grip handle
  - 10 plays for only 1 Buck-a-bin

Remember,

          HAPPY
         +HAPPY
         +HAPPY
         + DAYS
         --------
          AHEAD

 A=7,8 or 9.
 No two letters represent the same integer.

       HerringVille Slot Machine Co.""
S311: "matches"
S312: "The trail continues east-west here, but two side trails duck away up to
the northwest and down to the southwest somewhat forming a fork."
S313: "This tarnished old spoon is adorned with decorative scrolls on the
handle and, although slightly bent, appears quite useable."
S314: "There is something shiny here half-buried in the dirt."
S315: "The trail is straight as an arrow as it leads to the badlands to the
west and towards Deadeye Gulch to the east. A barely legible sign shaped like
an arrow points west."
S316: "The trail only runs east-west through here."
S317: "
          HerringVille 20 mi

          Warning: Badlands Ahead - Travel

                 Not Advised."
S318: "You are on your way to HerringVille, but it's not to late turn back to
the east."
S319: "The trail only runs east-west through here."
S320: "You are lost on a windy road that weaves between high plateaus and into
narrow ravines. There is little in the way of vegetation or anything else of
interest."
S321: "You are in a debris room filled with stuff washed in from the surface. A
low wide passage with cobbles becomes plugged with mud and debris here, but an
awkward canyon leads upward and west.

A note on the wall says, "Magic word XYZZY.""
S322: "Your feet move but nothing seems to happen."
S323: "Yuck."
S324: "The note says "Magic word XYZZY.""
S325: "It's a three foot black rod with a rusty star on one end."
S326: "A three foot black rod with a rusty star on one end lies nearby."
S327: "A rather tall hill sprouts out of the landscape here, casting a deep
shadow to the east. A well-traveled path leads up the hill to the northeast and
a grassy trail leads off to the southeast. There is a sign lying in the dirt."
S328: "The bullet-riddled sign reads:
 "No Trespassing
Private Property""
S329: "The whole valley is revealed to you as you approach the summit. To the
east, you see the largely decaying town of Deadeye Gulch, and just further, the
small knoll known as Boot Hill. To the south, the dusty valley floor unfolds,
divided by a small tree-lined creek. Large snowy mountains abut the hill to the
north while endless badlands reach out seemingly forever to the west. The main
trail continues around the hill to the west and down to the southwest, whereas
a faint side trail heads towards the crest to the north."
S330: "You can proceed up the hill, down the hill, or over to the west."
S331: "Wisps of steam rise off of the charred timbers of what was once a
fair-sized building. Small flames flare up occasionally producing a deep
crackling sound. Paper-thin pieces of ash float hither and yon. An odd-shaped
sign lies on the ground."
S332: "There is a path leading off to the east."
S333: "Wisps of steam rise off of the charred timbers of what was once a
fair-sized building. Small flames flare up occasionally producing a deep
crackling sound. Paper-thin pieces of ash float hither and yon. An odd-shaped
sign lies on the ground."
S334: "The paper-thin ashes drift aimlessly around in the air."
S335: "The book is about the size of a small church hymn book. The leather
cover is quite worn but still displays an array of wonderful artwork depicting
scenes of cowboys, horses, and wide open vistas. The book is slightly singed in
places, but more importantly, it appears as if most of the pages have been torn
out."
S336: "The cauldron is made of cast iron and is small enough to be carried on
those long journeys across the open plains."
S337: "The flakes remind you of the glitter you used as a child."
S338: "The orange gumball looks more like a marble than a confection."
S339: "an"
S340: "He stands about three feet high, has a dark brown beard and steely blue
eyes with a mischievous gleam to them. He is wearing a tattered cowboy hat and
a pair of cowboy boots that look several sizes too large. He also sports a
decorative brown belt with a huge brass belt buckle engraved with the word
"GEORGE.""
S341: "George is here staring at the charred remains of his gum factory."
S342: "This is pretty much your average brass key with few distinguishing
features except for the voluptuous lady carefully engraved onto the shaft."
S343: "There is a brass key hanging on George's belt."
S344: "This is a rather charred sketch of a woman opening a door."
S345: ""I'm too old for this nonsense" is your first thought after a brief
journey over the crest of the hill to this dirt outcropping on the north side.
Momentarily ignoring your aching joints and brief memory lapses, you spot a
trail heading south up the hill. Oddly, the trail shows signs of fresh
footprints."
S346: "The path to the south looks like your only sure bet."
S347: "Now that you think about it, they are your footprints."
S348: "The path here follows the bottom of a deep ravine, but more notably, is
thickly covered with long-needle cacti. To the south, the path widens at the
base of a large hill. To the northeast, the path heads towards a grove of
trees."
S349: "The path leads to a hill to the south and towards a grove of trees to
the northeast."
S350: "The black iron ore car stands about four feet tall and is showing
numerous patches of rust."
S351: "The rope is made from hemp and is well over an inch in diameter. "
S352: "
"Theodore & Sons Mining Co.""
S353: "Wood by any other name..."
S354: "You are in a mine shaft with many intersecting tunnels."
S355: "And that direction would be?"
S356: "Not unlike moving air."
S357: "You are in a dark mine shaft. The tracks coming from the entrance to the
east end here. On the tracks, you see an ore car. Up high in the roof of the
shaft, there is a narrow dark opening. You can proceed west to go deeper into
the mine or exit the mine to the east."
S358: "The opening is too high to reach."
S359: "You can head west to go deeper into the mine or out to daylight to the
east."
S360: "Hardly your brass variety, but a serviceable lamp with a glass chimney."
S361: "The mine shaft ends abruptly here. There is a wooden chute leading down
and an exit to the west."
S362: "West and down appear to be your only options."
S363: "The mine shaft ends abruptly here. There is a wooden chute leading down
and an exit to the east."
S364: "East appears to be the only exit."
S365: "The wooden chute drops steeply down into the darkness."
S366: "The shaft narrows here to a mere crawlway. There is a small crack in one
of the walls."
S367: "It's a small split in the wall face."
S368: "The mine shaft opens here into a large chamber. Light streams in from a
three-foot hole in the ceiling. Presumably, the hole was chiseled in the rock
as a vent for the mine system. You can see the mine shaft to the east."
S369: "The only way out is to the east."
S370: "The hole is about twenty feet up."
S371: "The vent hole is about three feet in diameter and twenty feet up. The
bright light of the sun prohibits seeing anything beyond the hole."
S372: "The small accordion is quite dusty and of the twelve button variety. The
bellows are cracked and three of the keys are missing. All in all, the old
squeezebox is not much more than a piece of junk."
S373: "Someone has abandoned an old accordion here."
S374: "The bright yellow rock is nearly perfectly spherical and has a number of
letters uniformly spaced on the surface."
S375: "The path winds through thick bramble to a secluded clearing. In the
middle of the clearing is a tall wooden derrick. Various debris is scattered
around the derrick, including a bent-up green and white sign."
S376: "The only way out of the clearing is to the west."
S377: ""FUCE #12""
S378: "The long-abandoned wooden derrick stands about two stories high and
tapers to a narrow platform on the top. The majority of wooden slats that
should line the sides are either broken or missing."
S379: "You are on a narrow platform at the very top of the oil derrick. The
platform is spotted with a number of bird droppings. The view from here is
mostly obstructed by trees, but you can make out the hill with the mine to the
west."
S380: "The bird droppings have been sun-baked onto the platform."
S381: "The rusted can has a long spout tapering to a narrow opening and seems
to be half-full of oil."
S382: "The huge bird is flying much too high to discern any detail."
S383: "You are standing on a slat on the south face of the derrick just a few
feet off the ground. Inscribed in one of the support beams just off to your
left is the following:

"I go around in circles,
But always straight ahead
Never complain,
No matter where I am led.
What am I?""
S384: "There is nothing there to stand on."
S385: "You are standing on a slat on the south face of the derrick halfway
between the top and the base. Scrawled on one of the cross members is the
following:

"My life can be measured in hours,
I serve by being devoured.
Thin, I am quick
Fat, I am slow
Wind is my foe.
What am I?""
S386: "There is nothing there to stand on."
S387: "The nail is of the old-fashioned square variety."
S388: "The wooden ship wheel is about a foot in diameter and has six spokes
between the outer rim and the inner hub. The inner hub has a carefully milled
oval-shaped hole in the middle. There is a small brass plaque on one of the
spokes."
S389: "The plaque reads:

"Leroy Raft never left the sea,
Ruined his ship finding Lorelee;
Long was his journey, no bride his reward;
Leroy Raft now lives in misery.""
S390: "You are just a few feet from the top of the derrick. One of the adjacent
slats has the following painted on it:

"I'm Black, I'm Brown,
Yellow and Clear;
I'm often found
Amongst the Gears.

Found Above
And in the Ground,
I can ease a
Grating Sound.
What am I?""
S391: "There is nothing there to stand on."
S392: "There is a candle here wedged between a couple of pieces of wood."
S393: "Water hasn't found its way down this rocky streambed for years by the
looks of all the weeds and wildflowers growing between the rocks. A grove of
gatewood trees with thick underbrush prevents any further progress west. There
is a tunnel to the east with thick bramble at the entrance, and the path
heading north along the streambed."
S394: "The bear gives you that "Once burned, twiced learned" look."
S395: "You can head east to the tunnel or north along the streambed."
S396: "The tall gatewood trees are quite imposing in both highth and girth,
with some approaching the stature of the legendary Redwoods and Giant
Sycamores."
S397: "Progress up the stream bed is slow due to the large rocks and tall
weeds. A large gatewood tree has fallen here and is well along its return to
the elements. The path follows the streambed to the south and continues north
to a small structure."
S398: "Travel is somewhat confined to the north-south path."
S399: "This gatewood must have stood thirty feet tall when it was alive. It
looks like heavy winds might have uprooted the massive trunk and nature looks
well on its way towards reclamation."
S400: "The crude carving reads:

Thanks folks!
"Beetlebaum and I would like to thank y'all fer yer help, writin's, and
'couragement on the first showin' of Tryst. Tryst tweren't nothin without y'all
playin' the dadgum thing and straight'n out the ol' cuss who put it together
now 'n then. Couple of ya sent in some critters 'r bugs 'r sumpin that got the
darn cuss a really a thinkin' 'n messin' up things. Hell, thar ain't no livin'
with him while them thar bugs be runnin' 'round. I've heard rumor that a number
of y'all will be showin' up in some other goin arounds 'bout Deadeye.
'Nough of ma ramblin's,
(scrawled) George

p.s. Much obliged Dave, Cody, Volker, Karen, Bev, Allison, and John.""
S401: "The streambed turn east here and vanishes into the thick bushes and
weeds. To the west is an old run-down shack which looks several years past its
prime. There is a hitching post just outside the door."
S402: "There is a shack to the west and the path follows the streambed to the
south."
S403: "The door is heavily weathered and has the words "Biscuit Brothers"
crudely scrawled into the wood."
S404: "The door to the shack is closed."
S405: "The door to the shack is open."
S406: "The "Biscuit Residence" would hardly constitute a walk-in closet by your
standards, but what it lacks in size is more than made up for by the charming
decor of splintered wood, dense cobwebs, and the occasional trail of mouse
droppings. There is a small wood stove nestled in one of the corners, whereas
in the opposite corner is a couple of bedrolls, saddles and other supplies.
There are a table and a couple of chairs in the center of the room. In front of
the stove, you can just make out a good-sized rectangular cutout in the wood
floor."
S407: "The only way out seems to be the door to the east."
S408: "The Biscuit brothers are nothing to write home about. Frank, the bigger
of the two, has a long sandy beard and dark inset eyes. James looks years
younger than Frank, is clean-shaven, and has thick jet black hair. Neither of
the brothers are much over 4 feet tall, but the huge guns they are carrying
seem to make up for this disadvantage."
S409: "The"
S410: "Each of the Biscuit Brothers is packing a pair of six-shooters loosely
placed in worn leather holsters. Franks's guns have yellowed-ivory handles
whereas James's are pearl-handled. For the most part, the weapons appear to be
small cannons when compared to the limited stature of their owners."
S411: "The table is your basic piece of wood with four legs and looks like it
has been repaired dozens of times."
S412: "The coal-black stove is made from cast iron, has a grille on the front,
and a flat surface on top for cooking. A flue runs from the back of the stove
up through the roof."
S413: "The flue is about 4 inches in diameter and has numerous dents and
scratches. About halfway up the flue, there is a lever."
S414: "The lever has a coiled wire handle and is fastened to a metal shaft
which penetrates the wall of the flue."
S415: "The wooden cover has two hand-sized indentations."
S416: "Hardly here at all."
S417: "This cellar was probably intended for storing food for the winter, but
knowing the clientele here, it's more likely a quick place to hide from the
law. The little light permitted by the opening shows not much more than dirt,
stone and an old gunny sack. There is a flimsy ladder leading up to an opening
in the ceiling."
S418: "Try the ladder."
S419: "The ladder is poorly constructed and doesn't look like it could handle
much abuse."
S420: "The sack is made from coarse hemp and by all appearances has largely
disintegrated."
S421: "The potato has just started to sprout but would probably be just great
boiled and served with a little cream sauce."
S422: "The apple has shriveled a bit but looks pretty edible."
S423: "The horse is solid brown with a white marking on his forehead and has a
considerable sway in his back. From the looks of it, the horse is long overdue
for a little care or a quick trip to the glue factory."
S424: "This is your typical brown horse blanket made of coarse wool."
S425: "The two leather saddlebags are quite plain and are draped over the
horse's back. On one bag, the word "BLIZZARD" is scrawled into the leather; on
the other, "BEETLEBAUM.""
S426: "The post is about three feet tall."
S427: "The trail winds its way from the southwest through a shadowy canyon
formed in the cleft of two large hills. You cannot help but feel confined and
vulnerable by the sheer walls of this gorge and the limited visibility in front
of you and behind. The trail continues to the north."
S428: "
"Don't be runnin off there missy. I've done shot more than a few in the back.""
S429: "Black Thad McGee looks more like a mortician than a cowpoke. The only
exception to his solid black clothing and hat is a red bandanna loosely fitted
around his neck. While the two massive ammo belts crisscrossing his chest are
impressive, the one thing that really catches your eye is the stump of a thumb
on his right hand."
S430: "Odd. There is nothing here."
S431: "
You are lying on the floor staring at the ceiling. Your head feels surprisingly
good considering your previous antics. In fact, you feel quite refreshed from
your hiatus from consciousness."
S432: "read"
S433: "send message"
S434: "apply 'ofclass' for"
S435: "recreate"
S436: "destroy"
S437: "copy"
S438: "copy"
S439: "<unknown attribute>"
S440: "name"
S441: "create"
S442: "recreate"
S443: "destroy"
S444: "remaining"
S445: "copy"
S446: "call"
S447: "print"
S448: "print_to_array"
S449: "animate"
S450: "absent"
S451: "clothing"
S452: "concealed"
S453: "container"
S454: "door"
S455: "edible"
S456: "enterable"
S457: "general"
S458: "light"
S459: "lockable"
S460: "locked"
S461: "moved"
S462: "on"
S463: "open"
S464: "openable"
S465: "proper"
S466: "scenery"
S467: "scored"
S468: "static"
S469: "supporter"
S470: "switchable"
S471: "talkable"
S472: "transparent"
S473: "visited"
S474: "workflag"
S475: "worn"
S476: "male"
S477: "female"
S478: "neuter"
S479: "pluralname"
S480: "before"
S481: "after"
S482: "life"
S483: "n_to"
S484: "s_to"
S485: "e_to"
S486: "w_to"
S487: "ne_to"
S488: "se_to"
S489: "nw_to"
S490: "sw_to"
S491: "u_to"
S492: "d_to"
S493: "in_to"
S494: "out_to"
S495: "door_to"
S496: "with_key"
S497: "door_dir"
S498: "invent"
S499: "plural"
S500: "add_to_scope"
S501: "list_together"
S502: "react_before"
S503: "react_after"
S504: "grammar"
S505: "orders"
S506: "initial"
S507: "when_open"
S508: "when_closed"
S509: "when_on"
S510: "when_off"
S511: "description"
S512: "describe"
S513: "article"
S514: "cant_go"
S515: "found_in"
S516: "time_left"
S517: "number"
S518: "time_out"
S519: "daemon"
S520: "each_turn"
S521: "capacity"
S522: "short_name"
S523: "short_name_indef"
S524: "parse_name"
S525: "articles"
S526: "inside_description"
S527: "play"
S528: "Pronouns"
S529: "Quit"
S530: "Restart"
S531: "Restore"
S532: "Save"
S533: "Verify"
S534: "ScriptOn"
S535: "ScriptOff"
S536: "NotifyOn"
S537: "NotifyOff"
S538: "Places"
S539: "Objects"
S540: "Score"
S541: "FullScore"
S542: "Inv"
S543: "Take"
S544: "Drop"
S545: "Remove"
S546: "PutOn"
S547: "Insert"
S548: "EmptyT"
S549: "Give"
S550: "Show"
S551: "Enter"
S552: "GetOff"
S553: "Exit"
S554: "VagueGo"
S555: "Go"
S556: "LMode1"
S557: "LMode2"
S558: "LMode3"
S559: "Look"
S560: "Examine"
S561: "LookUnder"
S562: "Search"
S563: "Unlock"
S564: "Lock"
S565: "SwitchOn"
S566: "SwitchOff"
S567: "Open"
S568: "Close"
S569: "Disrobe"
S570: "Wear"
S571: "Eat"
S572: "Yes"
S573: "No"
S574: "Burn"
S575: "Pray"
S576: "Wake"
S577: "WakeOther"
S578: "Kiss"
S579: "Think"
S580: "Smell"
S581: "Listen"
S582: "Taste"
S583: "Touch"
S584: "Dig"
S585: "Cut"
S586: "Jump"
S587: "JumpOver"
S588: "Tie"
S589: "Drink"
S590: "Fill"
S591: "Sorry"
S592: "Strong"
S593: "Mild"
S594: "Attack"
S595: "Swim"
S596: "Swing"
S597: "Blow"
S598: "Rub"
S599: "Set"
S600: "SetTo"
S601: "WaveHands"
S602: "Wave"
S603: "Pull"
S604: "Push"
S605: "Turn"
S606: "PushDir"
S607: "Squeeze"
S608: "ThrowAt"
S609: "Tell"
S610: "Answer"
S611: "Ask"
S612: "Buy"
S613: "Sing"
S614: "Climb"
S615: "Wait"
S616: "Sleep"
S617: "Consult"
S618: "parse_input"
S619: "AskFor"
S620: "GiveR"
S621: "ShowR"
S622: "begin_action"
S623: "end_turn_sequence"
S624: "Transfer"
S625: "state"
S626: "quick"
S627: "invisible"
S628: "stinky"
S629: "windy"
S630: "town"
S631: "rockable"
S632: "Version"
S633: "Empty"
S634: "InvTall"
S635: "InvWide"
S636: "GoIn"
S637: "Swear"
S638: "Beetlebaum"
S639: "Blizzard"
S640: "Untie"
S641: "Sharpen"
S642: "Tear"
S643: "Shoot"
S644: "Lift"
S645: "Chew"
S646: "Dehlila"
S647: "Shake"
S648: "Ride"
S649: "Xyzzy"
S650: "Play"
S651: "Read"
S652: "Clear"
S653: "Stronger"
S654: "Milder"
S655: "Answer2"
S656: "Mix"
S657: "Zhelp"
S658: "Pet"
S659: "Oil"
S660: "Repair"
S661: "Pry"
S662: "Smoke"
S663: "Turn_right"
S664: "Turn_left"
S665: "Sneeze"
S666: "Plant"
S667: "Scrape"
S668: "Poke"

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