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You are the dungeon master of a text adventure game. The game should involve the following genres and tags:
Horror, horror,lighthouse,Lovecraftian,Saugus.net Halloween Competition 2009,violence
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What a way to end a holiday.
First you slipped in the shower and broke your arm, and now you've lost your way on a remote "must-see" like  Buwch Island. Then the rain. When you set out on your trip, it was a drizzle. When you realized you took a wrong turn, it was pouring. And, now, as you are back on track, it's a full-blown thunderstorm. Lightning hits the roaring waves in the distance, like screaming giants at war. The wind claws at your face and clothes, making you stagger. The cast doesn't help with that, either.
But you promised yourself that you'd  see the famous St. Cafasso lighthouse. The way back to town is too long now anyway.

You shield your eyes once more and finally see the damned thing, a mile or two in the distance, its light circling the horizon, the only sign of human life in the raging inferno.

(FIRST TIME PLAYERS AND THOSE NEW TO IF SHOULD TYPE ABOUT)

The path has turned into inch-deep mud, and only with the help of the glaringly white lightning can you distinguish it from the soaked meadows all around you. It snakes its way upwards, towards the lighthouse on the cliffs, some miles north.
human
You look at lighthouse
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Hidden by the curtain of rain, and sparsely illuminated by the occasional lightning, it stands tall and lean on the edge of the cliffs, providing light in eternal circles, unhindered by the elements. You know that it's made of brick and that the light is provided by an old lantern, for historical purposes. Shipping traffic in these waters has ceased a long time ago.
human
You check your inventory
gpt
You are carrying:
a cast (being worn)
human
You examine the cast
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It's a white cast, reminiscent of a half-awake shower, a sudden slip and an embarrasing call to the front desk. It's, sadly, unsigned.
human
About yourself
gpt
You are a young tourist, determined on seeing the St. Buwch Lighthouse, to give this last day of your vacation some dignity.
human
You go north
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A path snakes off to the southeast, trickling lines of mud ebbing into the grass. The northbound path leads further upwards, against a small current of dirt and debris, to the crest of a small mound. The rain taps on a metallic roadsign by the fork with a strangely industrial, almost urban sound.
human
You read the sign
gpt
It's printed black on grey, and therefore almost impossible to make out in this weather. But by shielding your eyes, squinting, and moving your head to catch the reflections, you can decipher "BUWCH ISLAND RING PATH 12km" -to the southeast and "BUWCH ISLAND VILLAGE 3km" - to the south. "ST. CAFASSO LIGHTHOUSE - 500 mtrs north" looks the most promising.
human
You get the sign
gpt
That's hardly portable.
human
Turn sign
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It is fixed in place.
human
You examine man
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You take a few steps towards the man at the table, and then shudder. Reflexively shielding your eyes from the passing of the light, your stomach clenches as you realize what your mind just blocked out: He's dead. His arms lie too limp, his body lacks all the subtle movements of life. The hood of his yellow oilskin jacket is pulled back, revealing tousled black hair. He looks vulnerable and young, touchingly out of place. A residue of foam still lingers around his mouth, the rest washed away by the rain.
human
You examine the jacket
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You'd expect a fisherman to wear one of those. It's waterproof and bright-yellow.
human
You search it
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You search the the big pockets guiltily. You find a small pill bottle.
human
You examine bottle
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A small white plastic bottle. Seems to be a lorazepam substitute, some sort of sleeping pill. It's empty.
human
You get the bottle
gpt
You already have that.
human
Search jacket
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You find nothing of interest.

There seem to be voices in the wind. You shudder.
human
You examine the picnic table
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The table and the bench are bolted together. Both are actually made of wood, dark and wet. You glimpse a hint of countless carved names, dates, obscenities.
human
You check what you're carrying
gpt
You are carrying:
a pill bottle
a cast (being worn)
human
Go north
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The brickwork of the tower itself is dark like an underexposed black and white picture. It looms high above you, like a faceless giant standing eternal guard.

The stainless steel entrance door looks modern in comparison. It even has an electric bell.
human
You examine the bell
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It's a small, round, red button.
human
You tell the davidson about the corpse
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[Use TALK TO to interact with characters.]
human
You talk to Davidson
gpt
"Hello, Mrs. Davidson. Nice to let me in."
She squints at you again. "You aren't the Johnson boy, are you?"

[1] "That must be the young man I found ... outside. He's dead. At the picnic table. He committed suicide."
human
1
gpt
Her eyes are suddenly wide with shock. "Sui- Suicide?" She shakes her head. "That coward." Then she sighs - "Nevermind, there is a telephone at the top. We have to call the cops."

You climb what feels like a hundred clanking, metal stairs. The cold metal of the railing bites your hand, rust flakes sticking to your white, waxy skin.

The light of the big lantern blinds you every few seconds. Nothing but a rusty railing keeps you from plunging headfirst into the roaring sea. In the distance, the thunderstorm is raging ceaselessly, as if ancient gods roar war at civilization.

Mrs. Davidson arrives behind you, resting at the top of the stairs for a moment to catch her breath.

The wind picks up for a moment, almost throwing you off balance, rain drops hitting you in painful volleys.
human
You look around
gpt
The light of the big lantern blinds you every few seconds. Nothing but a rusty railing keeps you from plunging headfirst into the roaring sea. In the distance, the thunderstorm is raging ceaselessly, as if ancient gods roar war at civilization.

Mrs. Davidson stands her, slightly squinting, and smiling.

For a moment, you think you hear the fog horn of a ship, somewhere out at sea.
human
You look at Davidson
gpt
Laura must be in her late forties, with the first grey streaks in her black hair. She has a friendly, wrinkled face, fitting perfectly for a lighthouse keeper who spends a lot of time at the sea and with tourists.
She is hiding something in her hand - you catch a glimpse of metal.
human
You look at the hand
gpt
You can't see any such thing.

You can't see any such thing.
human
You talk to Laura
gpt
You turn to her and open your mouth, but she looks at you as if she's been caught red-handed. You notice a flash from her hand - as if she's carrying something made of steel.
human
You talk to her
gpt
You turn to her and open your mouth, but she looks at you as if she's been caught red-handed. You notice a flash from her hand - as if she's carrying something made of steel.

Suddenly, Mrs. Davidson jumps at you. At first you think she fell, but then you feel a sudden, burning pain in your side. Almost immediately, your body goes limp and numb with shock. Your legs falter under you, and the woman holds you gently, as you both sink to the ground, almost like lovers.
Her grey eyes are dark with sorrow, as she whispers: "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, it had to be..." You look at her, feeling perplexingly guilty at the motherly look in her eyes. Then color fades from the world, slowly, and above you the light circles and circles.
human
Go downward
gpt
As you arrive at the foot of the stairs, Laura looks up at you from a pool of blood. "Listen kid", she whispers, "it had to be... I'm so sorry. It has to be fed. It's our pledge. To keep the mother away. Please understand" - she's wheezing now, something important inside her broken. Her eyes are dark with death - "we had to." She doesn't roll her eyes. There is no sudden lightning. The thunderstorm just wails at the lighthouse walls, as if it were you conscience, trying to get in.

The stainless steel entrance door looks modern in comparison.

A weird dagger lies here.

Laura Davidson lies here, twisted and dead.

There is a trapdoor in the floor.

There is an antique wooden cupboard in the corner.

You can also see a keyring (on which are a steel key, a crystal key and a bronze key) here.
human
You examine the dagger
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It's a short, double-bladed dagger. It looks incredibly old, but the point is still sharp.
human
You take dagger and keyring
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dagger: Taken.
keyring: Taken.
human
You open it
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You open the cupboard, revealing a wooden box.
human
You open the box
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You open the wooden box, revealing a flare gun.
human
You look at the gun
gpt
It looks old, but is in good shape. It seems to be loaded.
human
You take it
gpt
Taken.
human
You examine the crystal key
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This is a sight to behold. The crystal substance  makes it luminous, and the sheer beauty of it makes it seem unreal.
human
You look at the bronze key
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It's a thick bronze key, tarnished and scratched.
human
You examine the steel key
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It's a modern, steel key.
human
You look at trapdoor
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This is clearly a trapdoor - the wood is different from the surrounding floor, and it has big metal hinges. The small lock on it looks amazing; it's made of crystal and has strange carvings on it - human figures and some sort of sea monster. It's too tiny to make out properly.
human
Look around
gpt
This circular room is dominated by the red brickwork and the circular stairs leading upwards, rusty metal like the door. The furniture seems to be an afterthought.

The stainless steel entrance door looks modern in comparison.

Laura Davidson lies here, twisted and dead.

There is a trapdoor in the floor.

There is an antique wooden cupboard in the corner.
human
You go to the south
gpt
(first opening the lighthouse door)
(first unlocking the lighthouse door)
(with the steel key)

The stainless steel entrance door looks modern in comparison. It even has an electric bell.
human
You take the body
gpt
You try to heave him onto your shoulder but the cast prevents it.
human
Drag body
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It is fixed in place.
human
Xyzzy
gpt
There is no escape.

There seem to be voices in the wind. You shudder.
human
Inventory
gpt
You are carrying:
a flare gun
a keyring
a steel key
a crystal key
a bronze key
a dagger
a pill bottle
a cast (being worn)
human
Go north
gpt
The stainless steel entrance door looks modern in comparison. It even has an electric bell.
human
Go north
gpt
There is a trapdoor in the floor.

The stainless steel entrance door looks modern in comparison.

Laura Davidson lies here, twisted and dead.

There is an antique wooden cupboard in the corner.
human
Describe the surroundings
gpt
The light of the big lantern blinds you every few seconds. Nothing but a rusty railing keeps you from plunging headfirst into the roaring sea. In the distance, the thunderstorm is raging ceaselessly, as if ancient gods roar war at civilization.
human
You examine the railing
gpt
It's painfully cold to the touch, spotted with rust, eerily illuminated by the thunderstorm.
human
You look at lantern
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It's some sort of electrical lantern, buzzing loudly and emiting a steady, yellowish light, blinding and hot up here. The surface is littered with dead insects.

There is a shudden, sharp, stabbing pain in your back. Too much walking in the cold. You move your back a bit, to ease the strain. The pain dies down.
human
Go downwards
gpt
The stainless steel entrance door looks modern in comparison.

There is a trapdoor in the floor.

Laura Davidson lies here, twisted and dead.

There is an antique wooden cupboard in the corner.
human
You open the trapdoor
gpt
(first unlocking the trapdoor)
(with the crystal key)
You open the trapdoor.
human
Down
gpt
You are standing in a small recess. This small space feels old and inhospitable.

A bluish metal door leadseastwards into the cliffs. It's engraved with weird symbols.

There is a trapdoor in the ceiling.
human
You examine the door
gpt
Which do you mean, the metal door or the trapdoor?
human
Metal
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The symbols are unlike anything you've ever seen, yet they fill you with a certain dread, something very basic, primeval.
human
Inventory
gpt
You are carrying:
a flare gun
a keyring
a steel key
a crystal key
a bronze key
a dagger
a pill bottle
a cast (being worn)
human
You open the metal door
gpt
(first unlocking the metal door)
(with the bronze key)
You open the metal door.
human
You examine keyring
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You see nothing special about the keyring.

On the keyring nothing.
human
Go east
gpt
God, the stench. Fish and flesh and sweat and fear. The room is barely lit by a dirty lightbulb on the ceiling, but you see straw and bones, scattered everywhere.

The dirty lightbulb gives an eerie half-light, leaving much of the disgusting chunks of organic matter to the imagination. The stone floor is littered with old, greyish straw. The sickeningly sweet smell makes you gag.

A bluish metal door leads westwards back up the stairs. It's engraved with weird symbols.

Something is moving in the shadows. It seems to be the source of the fishy smell.
human
You examine something
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Thankfully, it's half-hidden in the shadows. You can only make out a malformed, scaly head, abnormally huge, soulless black fish eye above teeth, yellow and sharp. It shuffles around slowly in the shadows, as if hurt or weak. It seems to move on all fours, though you occasionally glimpse something that seems to be the worst - a human foot on a scrawny leg, its toes webbed and scaly.
human
You talk to something
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You clear your throat and try to speak to the shuffling shadows. You manage a croaky: "Hello?" And from the shadows, something answers, a low, sickeningly throaty sound, in something that sounds like words.
human
You look around
gpt
The dirty lightbulb gives an eerie half-light, leaving much of the disgusting chunks of organic matter to the imagination. The stone floor is littered with old, greyish straw. The sickeningly sweet smell makes you gag.

A bluish metal door leads westwards back up the stairs. It's engraved with weird symbols.

Something is moving in the shadows. It seems to be the source of the fishy smell.
human
Inventory
gpt
You are carrying:
a flare gun
a keyring
a steel key
a crystal key
a bronze key
a dagger
a pill bottle
a cast (being worn)
human
You examine the straw
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Rotten straw.
human
Smell
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The smell is a sickening mixture of rotten fish and nasty human odors - sweat, fear, blood, feces. It's disgustingly sweet, you can almost taste it in your mouth.
human
You go west
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You are standing in a small recess. This small space feels old and inhospitable.

A bluish metal door leadseastwards into the cliffs. It's engraved with weird symbols.

There is a trapdoor in the ceiling.
human
Up
gpt
This circular room is dominated by the red brickwork and the circular stairs leading upwards, rusty metal like the door. The furniture seems to be an afterthought.

There is a trapdoor in the floor.

The stainless steel entrance door looks modern in comparison.

Laura Davidson lies here, twisted and dead.

There is an antique wooden cupboard in the corner.
human
You examine the cupboard
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In the cupboard is a wooden box.
human
You go to the west
gpt
You are standing in a small recess. This small space feels old and inhospitable.

A bluish metal door leadseastwards into the cliffs. It's engraved with weird symbols.

There is a trapdoor in the ceiling.

Laura Davidson lies here, twisted and dead.
human
Up
gpt
This circular room is dominated by the red brickwork and the circular stairs leading upwards, rusty metal like the door. The furniture seems to be an afterthought.

There is a trapdoor in the floor.

The stainless steel entrance door looks modern in comparison.

There is an antique wooden cupboard in the corner.
human
Go south
gpt
The brickwork of the tower itself is dark like an underexposed black and white picture. It looms high above you, like a faceless giant standing eternal guard.

The stainless steel entrance door looks modern in comparison. It even has an electric bell.
human
You go south
gpt
You're almost blind here. Every few moments this area is bathed in harsh white light, leaving shadowy after-images in your sight.
From here, you can see the lighthouse on top of the cliffs, maybe 200 meters further north, and hear the cannonading waves against their base, deep and old, gnawing at the island.
There is a picnic table, a few steps from the path, and someone is sitting there, head on his hands.
human
You pull the corpse
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It is fixed in place.
human
Kiss corpse
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You blink the thought away. This storm sure is putting weird ideas in your head.
human
Cut corpse
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Cutting that up would achieve little.
human
Shoot flare
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(with the flare gun)
Might be a good way to alert the authorities. But you don't think it would be seen in this hellish weather, near the big lighthouse light.

A raindrop hits you quite painfully in the eye. You have to stop for a moment and rub it, till the pain subsides.
human
Go downwards
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This circular room is dominated by the red brickwork and the circular stairs leading upwards, rusty metal like the door. The furniture seems to be an afterthought.

The stainless steel entrance door looks modern in comparison.

There is a trapdoor in the floor.

There is an antique wooden cupboard in the corner.
human
Go southeast
gpt
You have to tell the authorities. About that thing you found in the cellar. About Mrs. Davidson. Let them find out what the hell happened here. Your broken arm begins to hurt. 12 kilometers is a long way. You look back towards the lighthouse. It's silently waiting to spoil its dark secrets at the world.
human
Go south
gpt
No. You've come this far.
human
You examine laura
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You can't bring yourself to look at her for long. Her eyes are open, a horrifying expression of surprise in them. Her body looks twisted and broken, a stray lock of hair has fallen into her face, given her an even more vulnerable expression.
human
You shoot something
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(with the flare gun)
You aim a shaking arm at the shape in the shadows. You have never fired a gun before, but you're pretty sure how this works. You close your eyes and fire. The flare gun melts to a heap and you drop it reflexively.
The whole room lights up for a moment as the flare sizzles towards
the thing in the shadows, raining sparks on the stone floor. It hits and immediately the whole creature has caught fire. The screams are high-pitched, horrifyingly pure. Thankfully, it dies quickly.
human
You describe your surroundings
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The dirty lightbulb gives an eerie half-light, leaving much of the disgusting chunks of organic matter to the imagination. The stone floor is littered with old, greyish straw. The sickeningly sweet smell makes you gag.

The burnt carcass of something horrible lies in the corner.

A bluish metal door leads westwards back up the stairs. It's engraved with weird symbols.
human
You examine carcass
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The beast has burnt beyond recognition. The smell has become worse, like a fish market mixed with burnt flesh.
human
You go south
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As you step outside, you hear a roar behind you, audible above the thunderous storm - filled with fear and pain and rage. A behemoth, some unthinkable monstrosity from the lightless depths, has taken to land. Car-sized hand grab the lighthouse and shake it, screaming questions at it in a language worthy of giants. You fall to the ground and cover your ears, babbling in terror as the building starts to fall. You scramble back to your feet, clothes and face muddy, and start to run.
You run for a long time.