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You are the dungeon master of a text adventure game. The game should involve the following genres and tags:
, walkthrough
gpt
Your bags are shipped ahead, you've got your ticket, and you're ready to head off to the 1846 Better Living Through Wizardry convention in Boston. Now you just have to get there...

The broken-down brooms scattered around the lobby suggest that this broom station hasn't been well maintained. A musty smell wafts in from the platforms, one to the east and one to the west.
human
You check your inventory
gpt
You are carrying:
ticket
You haven't learned any spells.
human
You look at the ticket
gpt
This ticket is valid for one round trip on any broom route.
human
About you
gpt
You look like you're up for an adventure.
human
You go to the west
gpt
A sign above the platform reads: 'Broom 431 to Boston'. The lobby is back to the east.
A broom hovers on the platform, ready to be boarded.
human
You examine the broom
gpt
This broom is crafted from smooth cherry wood and bears the inscription '431'. To board it, you'll need to insert a ticket in the slot.
human
Board broom
gpt
The broom bucks you off! You'll need to insert a ticket first.
human
You put the ticket in the broom
gpt
You slide the ticket into the broom's ticket slot, and the broom shakes in a welcoming fashion. You climb aboard, and the broom tilts back and rockets up through the stratosphere.

As you learned back in wizard academy, long-distance broom travel relies on the low gravity of outer space, and only became practical when the lesoch spell was invented to allow travelers to breathe on the journey. Luckily, you had the foresight to add the lesoch option to your ticket!

After a few short minutes, the broom falls back to earth, and you step off on the roof of the Boston Convention Center.

A cold, blustery wind blows past you. The stairs leading down to the lobby are behind a doorway.
There is a bowl of fettucini and a scroll here.
human
You take the fettucini
gpt
You pick up the bowl of fettucini.
human
You take the scroll
gpt
You pick up the scroll.
human
You read it
gpt
As you read the scroll, the malyon spell burns itself into your mind. The scroll turns to dust.
human
Inventory
gpt
You are carrying:
bowl of fettucini
You have learned the spells:
malyon (animate)
human
Malyon fettucini
gpt
You cast malyon at the bowl of fettucini, and the noodles turn into snakes! The snakes slither under the door, and perhaps to thank you for granting them life, they unlock it for you. You climb downstairs to the lobby.

Many things are going on at this convention, but the one you're interested in right now is the Transubstantiation panel, through a maze of queue barriers to the north.
There is a fuzz, a crud, and a lamp here.
human
You take the fuzz
gpt
It's a worthless piece of fuzz.

You pick up the fuzz.
human
You examine the crud
gpt
It's a worthless piece of crud.
human
You take the crud
gpt
You pick up the crud.
human
You examine the lamp
gpt
It's made of brass.
human
You get the lamp
gpt
You pick up the lamp.
human
Malyon fuzz
gpt
Nothing happens.
human
You check what you're carrying
gpt
You are carrying:
lamp (providing light)
crud
fuzz
bowl of fettucini
You have learned the spells:
malyon (animate)
human
Go north
gpt
You are in a twisting path of queue barriers, all alike.
human
Malyon bowl
gpt
You cast malyon at the bowl of fettucini, and the noodles turn into snakes! The snakes slither under the door, and perhaps to thank you for granting them life, they unlock it for you. You climb downstairs to the lobby.

Many things are going on at this convention, but the one you're interested in right now is the Transubstantiation panel, through a maze of queue barriers to the north.
human
You drop the fuzz
gpt
You drop the fuzz.
human
You drop the crud
gpt
You drop the crud.
human
You check what you're carrying
gpt
You are carrying:
lamp (providing light)
bowl of fettucini
You have learned the spells:
malyon (animate)
human
You go to the east
gpt
You are in a twisting path of queue barriers, all alike.
There is a crud here.
human
You go to the east
gpt
You are in a twisting path of queue barriers, all alike.
There is a scroll here.
human
You take the scroll
gpt
You pick up the scroll.
human
You look at it
gpt
The scroll has the spuddo ("transmute fruit into tubers") spell inscribed on it.
human
You read the scroll
gpt
As you read the scroll, the spuddo spell burns itself into your mind. The scroll turns to dust.
human
Go north
gpt
You are in a twisting path of queue barriers, all alike.
There is a fuzz here.
human
You drop the bowl
gpt
You drop the bowl of fettucini.
human
Go north
gpt
As you enter the panel room, a man hands you a mango. Transubstantiation Panel Hall
The room is filled with people holding mangoes, gazing intently at the chalkboard at the front of the room, but the speaker seems to have left. Guess you arrived late.
human
You examine mango
gpt
It's yellowish orange, with a bruise on it, and a little squishy.
human
You look at board
gpt
The chalkboard reads: 'Exercise 1: Ireland is experiencing severe famine due to the potato blight. How can magic solve this problem?'
human
Spuddo mango
gpt
You cast spuddo at the mango, and it turns into a potato!

Suddenly, the door opens behind you and a grey-haired wizard bursts in. "Yes, you've got it!" he says. Addressing the rest of the room, he says, "You louts had better take a long look at yourselves. I've been gone for 45 minutes and none of you figured that out? Shameful! Get out of this convention--no, get out of Boston!"

He wiggles his fingers, and the other attendees vanish with an actinic flash of light. The wizard turns back to you. "Now, maybe you can help me with the other panel I'm running. These horrible sea bugs just aren't as lively as the guy at the store said they'd be."

He wiggles his fingers again and a new door appears in the wall; you follow him through.

A banner hanging from the ceiling reads: 'Battle of Bunker Hill'. A crowd of spectators is gathered around a small pit in the center of the room. In the pit are a dozen lethargic lobsters, barely moving.
human
You examine the lobsters
gpt
Some of them are dressed as redcoats, others as revolutionary soldiers. But none of them are moving very much.
human
Inventory
gpt
You are carrying:
potato
lamp (providing light)
You have learned the spells:
malyon (animate)
spuddo (transmute fruit into tubers)
human
Malyon lobsters
gpt
You cast malyon at the pit of lobsters, and suddenly they spring to life! They raise their pincers and scuttle towards each other...

After several minutes of fevered pincing, the revolutionary lobsters scurry away. The redcoat lobsters are victorious, but at great cost: most of them are lying stunned, pinced into unconsciousness. A Pyrrhic victory.

The wizard slaps you on the back. "Fantastic! I knew there was a spell that would help here, but I must have dropped the scroll when I got off my broom this morning. You've saved my panel! Take this as a token of my appreciation."

He pulls a diamond-encrusted wizard hat from his robe and hands it to you.
Best swag ever. You win!
 The game is over
human
Go east
gpt
A sign above the platform reads: 'Broom 692 to Tampa'. The lobby is back to the west.
A broom hovers on the platform, ready to be boarded.
human
You put the ticket in the slot
gpt
You slide the ticket into the broom's ticket slot, and the broom shakes in a welcoming fashion. You climb aboard, and the broom tilts back and rockets up through the stratosphere.

As you learned back in wizard academy, long-distance broom travel relies on the low gravity of outer space, and only became practical when the lesoch spell was invented to allow travelers to breathe on the journey. Luckily, you had the foresight to add the lesoch option to your ticket!

After a few short minutes, the broom falls back to earth, and you step off in the middle of the Tampa Feminist Witches' Retreat. Unfortunately, the convention is in Boston, and you spent your last wizbuck on that ticket!
 The game is over
human
Go west
gpt
The broken-down brooms scattered around the lobby suggest that this broom station hasn't been well maintained. A musty smell wafts in from the platforms, one to the east and one to the west.
human
You go to the west
gpt
A sign above the platform reads: 'Broom 431 to Boston'. The lobby is back to the east.
A broom hovers on the platform, ready to be boarded.
human
You examine the door
gpt
The door is locked, but there's a gap underneath.
human
Guncho
gpt
You feel the overwhelming urge to visit Guncho online at www.guncho.com or connect to game.guncho.com port 4108.
human
Malyon bowl
gpt
You cast malyon at the bowl of fettucini, and the noodles turn into snakes! The snakes slither under the door, and perhaps to thank you for granting them life, they unlock it for you. You climb downstairs to the lobby.
human
Gnusto
gpt
Many things are going on at this convention, but the one you're interested in right now is the Transubstantiation panel, through a maze of queue barriers to the north.
There is a fuzz, a crud, and a lamp here.

I don't know the word "gnusto".
human
You get the fuzz
gpt
You pick up the fuzz.
human
You go north
gpt
It is pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.
human
Go south
gpt
Many things are going on at this convention, but the one you're interested in right now is the Transubstantiation panel, through a maze of queue barriers to the north.
There is a lamp here.
human
You get the lamp
gpt
You pick up the lamp.
human
You eat the mango
gpt
Ugh! That was a mealy one. Bad season for mangoes.
Someone taps you on the shoulder and hands you another mango.
human
You eat mango
gpt
Ugh! That was a mealy one. Bad season for mangoes.
Someone throws you another mango from further down in the queue.
human
Spuddo mango
gpt
You cast spuddo at the mango, and it turns into a potato!

Suddenly, a grey-haired wizard appears from the queue. "Yes, you've got it!" he says, leading you back to the Transubstantiation Panel Hall. Addressing the rest of the room, he says, "You louts had better take a long look at yourselves. I've been gone for 45 minutes and none of you figured that out? Shameful! Get out of this convention--no, get out of Boston!"

He wiggles his fingers, and the other attendees vanish with an actinic flash of light. The wizard turns back to you. "Now, maybe you can help me with the other panel I'm running. These horrible sea bugs just aren't as lively as the guy at the store said they'd be."

He wiggles his fingers again and a new door appears in the wall; you follow him through.

A banner hanging from the ceiling reads: 'Battle of Bunker Hill'. A crowd of spectators is gathered around a small pit in the center of the room. In the pit are a dozen lethargic lobsters, barely moving.
human
Malyon bugs
gpt
You cast malyon at the pit of lobsters, and suddenly they spring to life! They raise their pincers and scuttle towards each other...

After several minutes of fevered pincing, the revolutionary lobsters scurry away. The redcoat lobsters are victorious, but at great cost: most of them are lying stunned, pinced into unconsciousness. A Pyrrhic victory.

The wizard slaps you on the back. "Fantastic! I knew there was a spell that would help here, but I must have dropped the scroll when I got off my broom this morning. You've saved my panel! Take this as a token of my appreciation."

He pulls a diamond-encrusted wizard hat from his robe and hands it to you.
Best swag ever. You win!
 The game is over
human
You eat the potato
gpt
Ugh! That was a mealy one. Bad season for potatoes, too.
human
Y.
gpt
Your bags are shipped ahead, you've got your ticket, and you're ready to head off to the 1846 Better Living Through Wizardry convention in Boston. Now you just have to get there...

The broken-down brooms scattered around the lobby suggest that this broom station hasn't been well maintained. A musty smell wafts in from the platforms, one to the east and one to the west.
human
You check your inventory
gpt
You are carrying:
ticket
You haven't learned any spells.
human
You eat the ticket
gpt
Come to think of it, you are pretty hungry. The ticket tastes like a Domino's pizza, but you manage to scarf it down. Of course, now you have no way to get to the convention.
 The game is over
human
You eat the broom
gpt
That's hardly edible.
human
You put the ticket in the slot
gpt
You slide the ticket into the broom's ticket slot, and the broom shakes in a welcoming fashion. You climb aboard, and the broom tilts back and rockets up through the stratosphere.

As you learned back in wizard academy, long-distance broom travel relies on the low gravity of outer space, and only became practical when the lesoch spell was invented to allow travelers to breathe on the journey. Luckily, you had the foresight to add the lesoch option to your ticket!

After a few short minutes, the broom falls back to earth, and you step off on the roof of the Boston Convention Center.

A cold, blustery wind blows past you. The stairs leading down to the lobby are behind a doorway.
There is a bowl of fettucini and a scroll here.
human
You read the scroll
gpt
As you read the scroll, the malyon spell burns itself into your mind. The scroll turns to dust.
human
You eat the fettucini
gpt
You slurp down the fettucini. Delicious! But you're still stuck on the roof, and eventually you starve to death. How ironic.
 The game is over