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You are the dungeon master of a text adventure game. The game should involve the following genres and tags:
, cover art,male protagonist
gpt
A Fleeting Case of Self-Possession, or, Memento Moratori

Or as you think of it, your chamber. Over the years, this room has become more full of books, but it has always contained a random assortment of knickknacks, objets des art, and dust. The only door is to the north, and there is a window to the south, half-obscured by floor-length curtains.

Some crackers, a carafe of water, a typewriter, and a sheet of paper rest on a utilitarian table in the center of the room. A candlestick, replete with candle, rests on one of the stacks of books.

You run and lock the chamber door.
human
You examine the door
gpt
The door is about as intimidating as an attic door could be. It is held tightly shut with a massive combination lock.

You rush over to the typewriter and quickly type a few extended sentences.
human
You examine paper
gpt
"To whomever may happen across this missive,
I know not exactly what has transpired, but recent events have left
me experiencing urges -- strange urges, as if I suddenly wish to journey in a compass direction when I myself hardly know the magnet's bearing. At other moments, I find myself ceaselessly examining previously familiar objects, though it is at those moments when I can break free of this possession, as can I when the demon's demands are so non sequitur as to be baldly the work of the pr?ternatural. I scarce have reason to trust my own intuitions; in summary, I fear I may cause harm to myself or countless others in the throes of these bizarre peregrinations. To prevent such a woeful turn of events, I have locked myself in my chamber, with the aid of a lock of which the combination resides solely in my own mind -- this haunting fiend, whether it hails from deepest Inferno or whether it is born internally as my own viscera, cannot yet gain access to my innermost knowledge.

I shan't leave in the face of anything less than mortal peril."

You pace back and forth and wring your hands.
human
Inventory
gpt
You are carrying:
a lighter
an absinthe spoon
some lint

You pace back and forth and let out a small shriek.
human
You examine the lint
gpt
It's not particularly interesting.

You pace back and forth and despair.
human
You examine lighter
gpt
It's a simple silver-colored lighter.

You pace back and forth and compose melancholy poetry in your head.

A sultry summer thunderstorm kicks up outdoors.
human
You look at the spoon
gpt
It's a small slotted spoon, useless to you since your recent resolution to never touch another drop of liquor in your life.

You pace back and forth and gnash your teeth.
human
You eat the cracker
gpt
You take a cracker.

As you eat it, you can feel your throat get a little drier.

You are thirsty.
human
Drink water
gpt
(first taking the carafe of water)
You drink the water and your thirst subsides.
human
You eat the cracker
gpt
You take a cracker.

As you eat it, you can feel your throat get a little drier.
human
You examine the candle
gpt
It's a squat whitish cylinder of wax in a simple brass candlestick.

Your thirst gets the better of you and you go to open the window.

You open the window. As you lean out the window to refill your carafe, a fiend of Stygian darkness clamors its way into the room!

You are thirsty.
human
Oops bat
gpt
It's an average-sized Little Brown Bat [Myotis lucifugus]. And it's clearly hard of hearing.

You are thirsty.
human
Light candle
gpt
As you light the candle, the room instantly feels a little more gothic.

The bat flutters clumsily around the room, knocking into the cow creamer.

You are thirsty.
human
You examine the cow creamer
gpt
It's shaped like a cow. Or rather, like a cow with a handle and a spout.

The bat flutters clumsily around the room, knocking into the penwipe.

You are thirsty.
human
You take it
gpt
This is no time to start carrying around random knickknacks.

The bat flutters clumsily around the room, knocking into the display cases of entomological specimens.

You are thirsty.
human
You break the carafe
gpt
Violence isn't the answer to this one.

The bat flutters clumsily around the room, knocking into the broken vase.

You are thirsty.
human
You drop the carafe
gpt
Dropped.

The hapless bat ignores its scientific name and knocks into the candle, sending it sputtering across the stacks of books.

You are thirsty.
human
About yourself
gpt
Scruffy hair, wide eyes with a slight twitch to them -- you've been cultivating an "eccentric" appearance lately

(first taking the carafe)
You fill the carafe up from the rain.

The fire catches the edge of the stack of books.

You are thirsty.
human
Wait
gpt
You drink the water and your thirst subsides.

The fire spreads across the books.
human
Wait
gpt
You pace within a few feet of the door.

The fire catches the curtains.
human
You wait
gpt
You cower momentarily as the hapless bat gets a little too close to your face for comfort.

The fire is terrifying.
human
You examine the fire
gpt
Bright and intimidating.

You suddenly feel that unlocking the chamber door would, in fact, be a rational action, and you promptly act on your new-found reason: you unlock the door and scramble into the hallway.

A narrow flight of stairs leads downward.
human
You go south
gpt
Do you really want to go back into the fire?
human
Xyzzy
gpt
You froth a little at the mouth.
human
You examine paper
gpt
It's a clean white sheet of paper.

You rush over to the typewriter and quickly type a few extended sentences.
human
Type
gpt
You are out of blank paper.

A sultry summer thunderstorm kicks up outdoors.
human
Examine books
gpt
The books are everywhere -- they're the most notable feature of the room. They're dry, brittle, and mildly forboding, and you can never remember which is which.

On the stacks of books is a candle.

An invitation to a masque flutters out of the topmost book, and you catch it in midair.
human
You look at the invitation
gpt
An elaborate script beckons you to partake in a masked f?te. It's scheduled for tonight, but you're hardly planning on attending; you shudder to think what havoc your demon could wreak in such a setting.

You pace back and forth and compose melancholy poetry in your head.
human
You read the invitation
gpt
An elaborate script beckons you to partake in a masked f?te. It's scheduled for tonight, but you're hardly planning on attending; you shudder to think what havoc your demon could wreak in such a setting.

You pace back and forth and ponder the fundamental inequity of existence.
human
You eat it
gpt
That's plainly inedible.
human
You examine the window
gpt
The small casement window is set into a dormer. It is closed.

In the fading twilight, you can make out some scraggly trees. Rain falls quickly against the glass, and a dark shape knocks against the window.
human
You open the window
gpt
Though you feel compelled to do so, you catch yourself and wail mournfully. "Such an unmotivated desire must be demon-spawned!"
human
You think
gpt
What a good idea.
human
You examine the dust
gpt
It's just dust.

You pace back and forth and wring your hands.
human
You check what you're carrying
gpt
You are carrying:
an invitation
a lighter
an absinthe spoon
some lint

You pace back and forth and let out a small shriek.
human
You look at the crackers
gpt
You see nothing special about the crackers.

You pace back and forth and gnash your teeth.
human
Wait
gpt
You pace back and forth and compose melancholy poetry in your head.

You are thirsty.
human
Wait
gpt
You pace back and forth and wring your hands.
human
You wait
gpt
You pace back and forth and gnash your teeth.
human
Wait
gpt
You pace back and forth and wring your hands.

You are thirsty.
human
Wait
gpt
Your thirst gets the better of you and you go to open the window.

You open the window. As you lean out the window to refill your carafe, a fiend of Stygian darkness clamors its way into the room!

You are thirsty.
human
Examine fiend
gpt
Actually, now that you get a good look at it, it's just an average-sized Little Brown Bat [Myotis lucifugus].

You are thirsty.
human
You take Bat
gpt
I don't suppose the bat would care for that.

You are thirsty.
human
You examine the creamer
gpt
It's shaped like a cow. Or rather, like a cow with a handle and a spout.

The bat flutters clumsily around the room, knocking into the disused cravat.

You are thirsty.
human
About yourself
gpt
Scruffy hair, wide eyes with a slight twitch to them -- you've been cultivating an "eccentric" appearance lately

You fill the carafe up from the rain.

The bat flutters clumsily around the room, knocking into the grandfather clock.

You are thirsty.
human
You take the creamer
gpt
This is no time to start carrying around random knickknacks.

The bat flutters clumsily around the room, knocking into the display cases of entomological specimens.

You are thirsty.
human
Go south
gpt
You can't go that way.

The bat flutters clumsily around the room, knocking into the antique globe.

You are thirsty.
human
Drink water
gpt
You drink the water and your thirst subsides.

The bat flutters clumsily around the room, knocking into the display cases of entomological specimens.
human
Light Bat
gpt
Though you feel a strange urge to burn the bat, you manage to stop yourself before you light him aflame.

The bat flutters clumsily around the room, knocking into the penwipe.
human
Light self
gpt
Though you feel a strange urge to burn yourself, you manage to stop yourself before you light you aflame.

The bat flutters clumsily around the room, knocking into the statuette of the Eiffel Tower.
human
You examine the carafe
gpt
The carafe is shiny, overwrought, and slightly sinister-looking.
Also, it is mostly full of water.

You pace back and forth and gnash your teeth.

The bat flutters clumsily around the room, knocking into the cow creamer.
human
You wait awhile
gpt
You pace back and forth and despair.

The bat flutters clumsily around the room, knocking into the penwipe.
human
You examine table
gpt
It's got four spindly legs and a time-roughened top made of indeterminate wood.

On the table are some crackers, a typewriter, and a sheet of paper.

You pace back and forth and gnash your teeth.

The bat flutters clumsily around the room, knocking into the decorative plate.
human
You examine the typewriter
gpt
A bit worse for wear, but still functional. You consider typewriters the "only way to write."

You pace back and forth and wring your hands.

The bat flutters clumsily around the room, knocking into the bust of Pallas.
human
You put paper in the typewriter
gpt
(first taking the sheet of paper)

That can't contain things.

The bat flutters clumsily around the room, knocking into the disused cravat.
human
You write the poetry
gpt
You are out of blank paper.

The bat flutters clumsily around the room, knocking into the statuette of the Eiffel Tower.
human
You enter the window
gpt
It's a three-storey drop to the ground. And it's raining.

The bat flutters clumsily around the room, knocking into the penwipe.
human
You hit the candle
gpt
Violence isn't the answer to this one.

The bat flutters clumsily around the room, knocking into the disused cravat.
human
Light candle
gpt
As you light the candle, the room instantly feels a little more gothic.

The hapless bat ignores its scientific name and knocks into the candle, sending it sputtering across the stacks of books.
human
You put out the fire
gpt
You blow on the empty fire, to little effect.

The fire catches the edge of the stack of books.
human
You enter the window
gpt
It's a three-storey drop to the ground. And it's raining.

The fire spreads across the books.
human
You put the paper in fire
gpt
The empty fire holds only liquids.

The fire catches the curtains.
human
You pour the water on the fire
gpt
(the carafe of water on the empty fire)
Futile.

The fire is terrifying.
human
You put the water in the fire
gpt
(the carafe of water in the empty fire)
The empty fire holds only liquids.

The fire is terrifying.
human
You enter the window
gpt
It's a three-storey drop to the ground. And it's raining.

The fire is terrifying.
human
You examine the curtains
gpt
Objectively, they are purple and silken; whether they are sad or uncertain is more of a matter of interpretation, though you frequently judge them to be so in your more autobiographical writings. They're on fire.

You suddenly feel that unlocking the chamber door would, in fact, be a rational action, and you promptly act on your new-found reason: you unlock the door and scramble into the hallway.

A narrow flight of stairs leads downward.