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You are the dungeon master of a text adventure game. The game should involve the following genres and tags:
Adaptation, castle,cover art,Doctor Who,escape,fan fiction,multiple endings,nonhuman protagonist,science fiction,time travel
gpt
So you've spent the last fortnight hitchhiking around rugged bits of the Nevada desert, and while it's been fun and all, you'd rather like your time machine back now.

The place seems familiar; you're sure you've visited it a couple of hundred years ago in your personal timeline. Tacky Elvis portrait, red vinyl seating, chalked menu, the lot. As absurd and retro-nostalgic as it is, this is vividly someone's idea of a good time and the idea of that is very appealing right now.

You can see a Confession Dial (it's yours, but you'd rather not think about it), and a Waitress here.
human
You look at Dial
gpt
You wouldn't trust anyone else with it. Even Missy. Especially Missy, now you know how the blasted thing works.
human
You examine waitress
gpt
She has a friendly enough face and an apparent willingness to listen. You've had worse audiences. And besides, she's English.
human
You examine Elvis
gpt
You fear it may be black velvet.
human
You talk to Waitress
gpt
That's a touch vague. Do you want to ask her about something?
human
You ask Waitress about the diner
gpt
"There's really nothing to do around here. You might as well take your things and go."
human
You look at the menu
gpt
The day's specials are listed on it. Banana-bacon sandwiches, avocado omelettes, fish sticks with cream sauce and set dressing.
human
You take Dial
gpt
Taken.

Right. The Confession Dial is a one-way teleport; you'll have to find another way out of here.

Gallifreyan, of course. Even the transparent crystal cylinder in which you materialise has a certain heaviness of touch about it. An outre array of gear-work is embedded in the walls, behind glass. The room is softly lit through an embrasure.

You can see a dark portal, sand, a skull, controls, a Veil and a Set1 here.
human
You look at the set1
gpt
A curious application of Panoptican observation; you yourself are perpetually being displayed in television monitors for your own observation. This one is marked Set3.
human
You go to the north
gpt
So what's going on?
> Where are all the hints?
Why scoring?
They've been implemented through an awkward but slightly more flavourful in-game text dump; just type "imagine" and examine the blackboard (questions have been coded as "ask ghost about X", due to the inelegance of the programmer), then "concentrate" to get back again. Non-fans may wish to start there to get (some of) the horribly involved and spoilery backstory, or may prefer to just skip that part and go straight to "get CD" for the game proper. It's been tricky boiling down years of plotlines into an even-halfway coherent "what does the character know at the start of play", to be honest.

So what's going on?
> Where are all the hints?
Why scoring?
human
Go north
gpt
So what's going on?
Where are all the hints?
> Why scoring?
Consider it nonsensical.

So what's going on?
Where are all the hints?
> Why scoring?
human
You look at the portal
gpt
It's half-open. You can just see how the Circular Corridor encloses
the Teleport Room, even though there's a window showing daylight *inside*...how does that even work?
human
You enter the portal
gpt
(first opening the dark portal)

This is the centre tower of a sweeping castle, the location where everything links up with everything else. Wide corridors range north, south, east and west, crossing a sickening height over a fetid moat. You can see through the arrow loops that they're walkways to an outer ring.

You can see a dark portal, a spade and a Set2 here.

The Veil arrives from the inside.
human
You examine the spade
gpt
A perfectly ordinary garden spade, with traces of fresh soil.
human
You look at the Veil
gpt
Basically, this is a big greoccurredy creature made out of loads of flies pretending to be a person in a veil. It would be comical if it wasn't also trying to inflict fates worse than death on you.
human
Examine set2
gpt
A curious application of Panoptican observation; you yourself are perpetually being displayed in television monitors for your own observation. This one is marked Set2.
human
Go north
gpt
You have arbitrarily decided that this corridor is north, because why not. A heart-shaped arrow-slit lights your way; you can just glimpse the terrifying drop to the moat below.

You can see a Set3 here.

The Veil arrives from the south.
human
Go south
gpt
This is the centre tower of a sweeping castle, the location where everything links up with everything else. Wide corridors range north, south, east and west, crossing a sickening height over a fetid moat. You can see through the arrow loops that they're walkways to an outer ring.

You can see a dark portal, a spade and a Set2 here.

The Veil arrives from the north.
human
Go south
gpt
You have arbitrarily decided that this corridor is south, because you fancy it. A cross-shaped arrow-slit lights your way; you can just glimpse the terrifying drop to the moat below.

You can see a Set4 here.

The Veil arrives from the north.
human
You talk to Veil
gpt
Ordinary conversation won't work with this creature; it's confess or nothing. You would prefer to avoid that if possible.
human
You confess
gpt
(to the Veil)
Right. You're going to have to confess something to it eventually or risk its murderous wrath, and the only thing you can think of right
now is how much you'd rather not die. So you confess that.

Oddly, this works; the creature floats away temporarily mollified, and something new happens. A grinding of gears and cogs fills the air with cacophony, and through the windows you can see the whole castle rotating itself, shifting into a brand new configuration. More of it must be accessible now.
human
You confess
gpt
(to the Veil)
You muster your nerves and calmly natter on the Veil about how maybe you know one or two things about this Hybrid, and also you're
petrified of having this scary fly monster stalking you everywhere. This persuades the blasted thing to go away and stop bothering you for a while, and even causes the castle to rotate again. Fortunately it's not bright enough to have realised that your ostensible confession is exactly the same as it was last time, although you suspect you won't
be able to pull off that trick again.
human
You go to the south
gpt
Plain and very much smacking of a cheap motel.

You can see a fireplace, a mantel, a painting, a writing desk, a
stool, an orchid (in which is a petal), a window and a Set7 here.

The Veil arrives from the north.
human
You look at the fireplace
gpt
It's a fake. One of those electrically powered operations. Just as well, you suppose, or you'd doubtless have to bank it yourself.
human
You get all
gpt
fireplace: Taken.
painting: Taken.
writing desk: Taken.
stool: Taken.
orchid: Taken.
window: Taken.
Set7: Taken.
petal: Taken.
human
You look at set7
gpt
A curious application of Panoptican observation; you yourself are perpetually being displayed in television monitors for your own observation. This one is marked Set7.
human
You look at the desk
gpt
So it's like a raven. Nothing to see here.
human
You examine the painting
gpt
Now that's the rub. It's a painting of Clara.

Do you remember Clara?
human
Yes
gpt
You remember her now...

You know this Tardis configuration rather better than the back of your hand, having lived with it considerably longer. None of that is at all interesting right now; you just want to talk to the woman who you
spent a large chunk of the universe's timespan trying to save.

You can see Clara here.

You notice a weird shadow and briefly attempt a calculation as to whether the sun here really is different or not before realising it's just the Veil taking up all the light again.
human
You imagine
gpt
Right, you're home.

Well, she looks about the same as when you left her. However long ago that was.

You can see a Ghost, a console and a blackboard marked Topics of Conversation: Hints and spoilers here.
human
You examine Ghost
gpt
She is entirely devoid of all characteristics.
human
You examine the console
gpt
with the space-time element and the conceptual geometer into the knee bone, but this is all a mental image anyway.
human
You concentrate
gpt
Back to reality.

Gallifreyan, of course. Even the transparent crystal cylinder in which you materialise has a certain heaviness of touch about it. An outre array of gear-work is embedded in the walls, behind glass. The room is softly lit through an embrasure.

You can see a dark portal, sand, a skull, controls and a Set1 here.

Veils are an irritatingly common fashion choice these days.
human
You examine the sand
gpt
You can see the faint outline of a word in the grains - "Bird"; and that is all.
human
You examine the controls
gpt
You idly speculate about using it to hack yourself back into the real universe, but the thing's only built for one-way use. It would take an absurd amount of power to make it function again.

The Veil arrives from the outside.
human
You take the sand
gpt
It scatters at your touch.
human
You look at the skull
gpt
It has a very curious feel to it, as though someone with a temporal hacksaw had carefully sliced off all hint of its past or future and left merely an eternally present memento mori. Trying to identify it any other way just reminds you that you've been meaning to brush up on archeology for several regenerations now.
human
You examine the controls
gpt
You idly speculate about using it to hack yourself back into the real universe, but the thing's only built for one-way use. It would take an absurd amount of power to make it function again.
human
You look at the portal
gpt
It's half-open. You can just see how the Circular Corridor encloses
the Teleport Room, even though there's a window showing daylight *inside*...how does that even work?

Veils are an irritatingly common fashion choice these days.
human
Inventory
gpt
You are carrying:
a petal
a Set7
a window
an orchid
a stool
a writing desk
a painting
a fireplace
a coat (being worn)
sonic glasses (being worn)
human
Look around
gpt
Gallifreyan, of course. Even the transparent crystal cylinder in which you materialise has a certain heaviness of touch about it. An outre array of gear-work is embedded in the walls, behind glass. The room is softly lit through an embrasure.

You can see a Veil, a dark portal, sand, a skull, controls and a Set1 here.
human
You enter the portal
gpt
This is the centre tower of a sweeping castle, the location where everything links up with everything else. Wide corridors range north, south, east and west, crossing a sickening height over a fetid moat. You can see through the arrow loops that they're walkways to an outer ring.

You can see a dark portal, a spade and a Set2 here.

The Veil arrives from the inside.
human
Go east
gpt
You have arbitrarily decided that this corridor is east, because you like bananas. A trefoil-shaped arrow-slit lights your way; you can
just glimpse the terrifying drop to the moat below.

You can see a Set6 here.

In a fit of recklessness, you sneak up on the Veil from behind and try to tickle it. This doesn't work.

The Veil arrives from the west.
human
You go to the west
gpt
This is the centre tower of a sweeping castle, the location where everything links up with everything else. Wide corridors range north, south, east and west, crossing a sickening height over a fetid moat. You can see through the arrow loops that they're walkways to an outer ring.

You can see a dark portal, a spade and a Set2 here.

The Veil arrives from the east.
human
You go west
gpt
You have arbitrarily decided that this corridor is west, because it's Thursday. A diamond-shaped arrow-slit lights your way; you can just glimpse the terrifying drop to the moat below.

You can see a Set5 here.

The Veil arrives from the east.
human
Go east
gpt
This is the centre tower of a sweeping castle, the location where everything links up with everything else. Wide corridors range north, south, east and west, crossing a sickening height over a fetid moat. You can see through the arrow loops that they're walkways to an outer ring.

You can see a dark portal, a spade and a Set2 here.

The Veil arrives from the west.
human
Go north
gpt
You have arbitrarily decided that this corridor is north, because why not. A heart-shaped arrow-slit lights your way; you can just glimpse the terrifying drop to the moat below.

You can see a Set3 here.

The Veil arrives from the south.
human
Go south
gpt
This is the centre tower of a sweeping castle, the location where everything links up with everything else. Wide corridors range north, south, east and west, crossing a sickening height over a fetid moat. You can see through the arrow loops that they're walkways to an outer ring.

You can see a dark portal, a spade and a Set2 here.

The Veil arrives from the north.
human
You go to the south
gpt
You have arbitrarily decided that this corridor is south, because you fancy it. A cross-shaped arrow-slit lights your way; you can just glimpse the terrifying drop to the moat below.

You can see a Set4 here.

Your antics fail to amuse the Veil, which is beginning to creep up on you in an unpleasantly personal sort of way. You're starting to worry about it. In a professional sort of way.

The Veil arrives from the north.
human
You confess
gpt
(to the Veil)
Well, that's the rub. While you have no end of interesting confessions on a history-spanning array of topics, including leaving knitwear in inappropriate archeological digs, playing trumpet for the Beatles, and introducing the word "dude" to the English language several centuries before being coined, none of the interesting stuff is what your
captors actually want to hear. The one they want to hear, you can't give them, because you don't actually know who the Hybrid is.

You may have given yourself a neural block on the topic.
human
Look around
gpt
You have arbitrarily decided that this corridor is south, because you fancy it. A cross-shaped arrow-slit lights your way; you can just glimpse the terrifying drop to the moat below.

You can see a Veil and a Set4 here.
human
Inventory
gpt
You are carrying:
a guitar
sonic glasses (being worn)
a dark suit (being worn)
human
You examine the glasses
gpt
Like a screwdriver you can wear on your face.

That may have sounded better when you came up with the idea. Anyhow when you're wearing them you can sonic electronics.
human
Sonic Dial
gpt
It's leaking temporal energy all over the map. You'll have to figure out some way of dealing with it.
Zzzt!
human
You examine the guitar
gpt
A Yamaha SGV Samurai, to be precise. Clara thinks it's the sign of a mid-life crises, even though you've already had several of those.
human
Sonic guitar
gpt
You plug your glasses into the guitar and create a . The waitress
looks at you, impressed.
Zzzt!
human
You examine the suit
gpt
It's actually rather hot and uncomfortable in the desert heat.
Burgundy velvet might be nicer.
human
You ask Waitress about Dial
gpt
"That one there? Definitely not mine."
human
You look at the menu
gpt
The day's specials are listed on it. Banana-bacon sandwiches, avocado omelettes, fish sticks with cream sauce and set dressing.
human
Sonic Waitress
gpt
Zzzt!
human
You look at Dial
gpt
You wouldn't trust anyone else with it. Even Missy. Especially Missy, now you know how the blasted thing works.
human
You get Dial
gpt
Taken.

Right. The Confession Dial is a one-way teleport; you'll have to find another way out of here.

Gallifreyan, of course. Even the transparent crystal cylinder in which you materialise has a certain heaviness of touch about it. An outre array of gear-work is embedded in the walls, behind glass. The room is softly lit through an embrasure.

You can see a dark portal, sand, a skull, controls, a Veil and a Set1 here.
human
Sonic controls
gpt
That's not especially useful, unless you want to disassemble it with the sonic.
Zzzt!
human
You look at the skull
gpt
It has a very curious feel to it, as though someone with a temporal hacksaw had carefully sliced off all hint of its past or future and left merely an eternally present memento mori. Trying to identify it any other way just reminds you that you've been meaning to brush up on archeology for several regenerations now.
human
Sonic Set1
gpt
Liquid crystalline. If you opened it the internals would just leak away.
Zzzt!
human
You look at the spade
gpt
A perfectly ordinary garden spade, with traces of fresh soil.

Your antics fail to amuse the Veil, which is beginning to creep up on you in an unpleasantly personal sort of way. You're starting to worry about it. In a professional sort of way.
human
You get the spade
gpt
Taken.
human
Play
gpt
What do you want to play?
human
Inventory
gpt
You are carrying:
a spade
a coat (being worn)
sonic glasses (being worn)

Veils are an irritatingly common fashion choice these days.
human
You jump
gpt
You jump on the spot.
human
Sonic set3
gpt
Liquid crystalline. If you opened it the internals would just leak away.
Zzzt!
human
Go south
gpt
This is the centre tower of a sweeping castle, the location where everything links up with everything else. Wide corridors range north, south, east and west, crossing a sickening height over a fetid moat. You can see through the arrow loops that they're walkways to an outer ring.

You can see a dark portal and a Set2 here.

The Veil arrives from the north.
human
Go south
gpt
You have arbitrarily decided that this corridor is south, because you fancy it. A cross-shaped arrow-slit lights your way; you can just glimpse the terrifying drop to the moat below.

You can see a Set4 here.

The Veil arrives from the north.
human
You confess
gpt
(to the Veil)
Ordinary conversation won't work with this creature; it's confess or nothing. You would prefer to avoid that if possible.
human
You confess to Veil
gpt
Right. You're going to have to confess something to it eventually or risk its murderous wrath, and the only thing you can think of right
now is how much you'd rather not die. So you confess that.

Oddly, this works; the creature floats away temporarily mollified, and something new happens. A grinding of gears and cogs fills the air with cacophony, and through the windows you can see the whole castle rotating itself, shifting into a brand new configuration. More of it must be accessible now.
human
Look around
gpt
You have arbitrarily decided that this corridor is south, because you fancy it. A cross-shaped arrow-slit lights your way; you can just glimpse the terrifying drop to the moat below.

You can see a Veil and a Set4 here.
human
Go north
gpt
This is the centre tower of a sweeping castle, the location where everything links up with everything else. Wide corridors range north, south, east and west, crossing a sickening height over a fetid moat. You can see through the arrow loops that they're walkways to an outer ring.

You can see a dark portal and a Set2 here.

The Veil arrives from the south.
human
You look at the orchid
gpt
In the orchid is a petal.
human
You look at the petal
gpt
Pale, shining pinkness
human
You get the orchid
gpt
Taken.
human
You look at the fireplace
gpt
It's a fake. One of those electrically powered operations. Just as well, you suppose, or you'd doubtless have to bank it yourself.
human
Sonic fireplace
gpt
Zzzt!
human
You examine the mantel
gpt
Covered in thick choking dust. You catch a glimmering there.

You try to politely ask the Veil to go away. It appears unmoved.
human
Clean mantel
gpt
You rub the mantel.
human
Dust mantel
gpt
You rub the mantel.

In a fit of recklessness, you sneak up on the Veil from behind and try to tickle it. This doesn't work.
human
You search mantel
gpt
You rummage in the dust and find a tiny jeweller's eyeglass.
human
You take all
gpt
fireplace: Taken.
painting: Taken.
writing desk: Taken.
stool: Taken.
window: Taken.
Set7: Taken.
eyeglass: Taken.
petal: Taken.
human
You examine the window
gpt
Diamond-leaded double glazing, no less. Finally, a proper window!
human
You get the stool
gpt
You already have that.
human
You look at the stool
gpt
Too small for comfortable sitting.
human
You throw the stool at the window
gpt
Futile.
human
You drop the window
gpt
Dropped.
human
You break the window
gpt
You shatter it into fragments. Now the window's broken, you have a way out of this castle! All the way down. Maybe.
Violence is still not your style, though.
human
Go downwards
gpt
Smelly and full of more old bones.

The Veil arrives from above.
human
Go upwards
gpt
You would need a ladder. There is no ladder.
human
You examine the bones
gpt
They are all slimy. You don't wish to encumber yourself with them.
human
You go to the east
gpt
Even More Moat.
"Would you care for a drink?"

The Veil arrives from the west.
human
You go west
gpt
Smelly and full of more old bones.

The Veil arrives from the east.
human
Go south
gpt
Why? Why is there an open passageway prepared for someone wading out
of a skull-laden moat?

Well, there's a glimpse of larder to the east and a warm fire to the west. There is a Set18 here.

The Veil arrives from the north.
human
Go east
gpt
Fully-stocked. Wine and bread don't compromise the most interesting of diets, whatever Omar Khayyám may have to say on the matter, but at least you won't starve. The kitchen is to the east.

You can see wine and bread here.

There's the Veil again. At least it's quieter than most monsters.

The Veil arrives from the west.
human
Go east
gpt
If there was an army around here, they'd have a place to cook, it's that big. Lots of cupboards and a table. Also there's an alarming hole in the ceiling. Also an absence in the paving. The larder is back to the east, and there's a curved corridor to the north.

You can see a chair here.

The Veil arrives from the west.
human
Y.
gpt
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