system
You are the dungeon master of a text adventure game. The game should involve the following genres and tags:
, IFComp 2017,IFComp Game,punk
gpt
In the planning stages no one said, "How about testing the responsiveness of the city's police force by holding the Local Hardcore Band Rave-Kill Jamboree here at the house we've been lucky enough to squat for so long."

No, the preliminary excitement contained phrases more to do with setting a reasonable charge for admission, with drawing new female regulars to the already prolific girl-haunt, and with forecasting what simple shit-faced joy it was going to bring when everyone was swept up in the event. It was to be your first taste of what living away from home was all about. Seventeen years immersed in study of how not to resemble your parents is more than plenty, and you're not about to reenroll. Not even now.

Aching in your head is last night's memory of cherries swirling through the neighborhood as blue and red silhouettes scattered staggering into the burbs like so many intoxicated ants deaf to the blaring megaphones. Fresh is the memory because it happened only several wakeful hours ago. For the time being you loiter on a city bus, catching glimpses of sleep and letting the constant movement dull the dawning questions of destination, finance and future.
A Walk in the Park
fresh air / green hair
From MSI

In Transit (on the plastic seat)
Decay glides by your starboard window. The interior of the bus is typical of the few other units mournfully roaming the streets of the city on any given day: a middle-aged driver squats in the front, advertisements for impotence drugs and rhinoplasty and soft drinks line the ceiling, and a number of kids sporting team logos slouch in plastic flesh-tone seats.

Your material burden includes your studded sweatshirt (being worn), inside which are three quarters, two dimes, a nickel and a letter from Dad.
human
You read the letter
gpt
It'd be easier to read if you were holding it in your hand.

Pads and drums squeal to compensate for another driver's apparent need for a brake-check. "Come on now!" grunts the driver.
human
You take the letter
gpt
Swiped.

One of the kids mumbles something to his friend, after which they both smirk in your direction.
human
You read the letter
gpt
Since you left, your little brother has been acting as the messenger of the god your father feels he is. His "care packages" seem always to come in the form of unmarked envelopes containing neatly folded typing paper of infinite felt-tipped insight into the teenaged human condition.

"Dear Son," The usual.
"I know it has been several weeks... ...Mom is okay..."
"...the finer things in life..." Blah, blah- Hey, look at that! The word "responsibility" and its root in the same sentence.

Loosening parts of the bus's frame rattle violently as you bounce over a gauntlet of potholes.
human
You put the letter in the shirt
gpt
You put the letter from Dad into the studded sweatshirt.

The bus lurches around a street corner.
human
You examine the kids
gpt
They are huddled twice over. Once in their group and again in their bulky poly-fill jackets. Occasionally one will murmur something to the mild agreement of some of the others, but for the most part they let the steady stream of metropolitan stimuli slide off their NFL licensed backs.

Pads and drums squeal to compensate for another driver's apparent need for a brake-check. "Come on now!" grunts the driver.
human
You look at the driver
gpt
The bus driver strikes you in no elegant way. This is made even truer by the sagging location of his trousers and what lies above.

...
There is a screech, muffled thump and horrible whinnying when the beast of burden of the 19th century is sent sprawling on impact with the beast of burden of the 20th century on 77th and Bridgemont. "Goddammit!" rages the driver. He storms out of the bus, on to the street gesturing like a referee with tourrets.

After some sociological reaction time, the jacketed posse wander to the front of the bus and exit as well.
human
You look outside
gpt
What do you want to look outside?
human
Bus
gpt
It would be easier to scope out your location if you were outside the bus.
human
Go outside
gpt
You get out of the plastic seat.
human
You examine horse
gpt
The horse has borne its final burden. It lies partially under the bus in what must be considered a humiliating pose universally in the animal kingdom. You feel some sympathy for the fallen beast, its ancestry ripped from wide open pastures, trickling streams and everything else you imagine real nature to consist of; and brought here expected to adapt to things like stoplights and bus drivers. You're keeping some hope it could still be alive.

...
human
You examine the carriage driver
gpt
He's seems to be taking it awfully well; politely defending his position in a deluge of loud, close range saliva bullets. He gives saddened glances at the front of the bus when the bus driver is "Uh, uh, and'ing," to formulate another string of vulgar abuse.

A squad car pulls up, a Blue Boy exits and begins "What's the troubl'ing?" everyone like he was born to do it. A moderated argument ensues heatedly over whether a horse pulling a buggy turning right on red has the right of way over a driver in a bus with a duty to uphold to the city and which of the two was in fact born with both hemispheres.

...
human
You look at blue Boy
gpt
Your fascination with the accident subsides and the situation is filed in your memory banks with countless other bizarre and enthralling images this city has presented you in your short life. Noticing your surroundings now, you realize you're not lost, but may as well be shipwrecked for availability of transportation. The city's budgeters cut out most of the bus lines to fund the monorail project and the taxi system hasn't yet caught up. Not that you have the scratch to call a cab anyway.
human
You examine the couple
gpt
Two nervous LL Bean clad platinum cardholders. Unfortunate tourists probably wishing they'd checked out the monorail instead. The male specimen is doing his best to comfort his rattled mate between reluctant glances at the dead animal sprawling from under the front of the bus.
human
You look at the bus driver
gpt
The bus driver strikes you in no elegant way. This is made even truer by the sagging location of his trousers and what lies above.
human
You look at the kids
gpt
The kids aren't to be found. They must have scattered to find alternate transportation or other such loitering ground.
human
Look around
gpt
You're not lost, but this is unfamiliar concrete and steel. It's not all such substance, however. The northeast offers an asphalt walk through perpendicular rows of shrubbery. Trees shade the walkway beyond the uni-shrubs. Sidewalk rolls out from the street corner to the north and east.

Perhaps most notable are a police officer and two men filling out forms in front of a young couple, bus-struck horse and overturned carriage.
human
You go to the northeast
gpt
You stroll through the foliage of circumstance...

W. Corridor of Leaves
Autumn vortices homogenize leaves and bits of litter into damp, matted piles that obscure most of the asphalt walkway stretching both northeast and southwest. From beyond the surrounding arbor, horns and motors accompany the ambient chirping, whistling and rustling of the park. A thin dirt path forks off to the north.

Posted here is a freshly custom manufactured sign.
human
You look at the sign
gpt
"NO CAMPING
Under Penalty Of
$600.00 Mandatory Fine
And
1 Month Imprisionment
Park Is Patrolled"

Scratch on that vague consideration. "Camping," as if the city's homeless population have cameras to snap photos of common birds and ingredients to make marshmallow sandwiches in their steel drum fire pits.
human
Go north
gpt
If you were sweltering in the oven of summer smog convection, the brown padlocked shed here might offer relief in the form of reddish slush or- if luck had it -pistachio ice cream. Wintering adolescent maples sway over a thin dirt path heading south.

Some consolation for the shed's seasonal schedule, a soda pop machine glows and hums expectantly.
human
You examine the machine
gpt
It's an automated franchise of OK Cola corp. equipped to quench the thirsts of a slackening populous.
"d choice of d generation," it proclaims.
Glacing at the buttons, it seems they've excluded only Kahlua Mudslide on an unescaped illegality. The external hardware includes a digital display, a coin slit, a coin return lever, four fist-sized rectangular buttons and a soda pop catch at the bottom. Seventy-five cents is the asking for the majority of selections.
The digital display scrolls: nICE COLd OH COLA.
human
Examine button
gpt
Which do you mean, the OK Normal Cola button, the OK Diet Cola button, the DrThrashed button or the Twang button?
human
Twang
gpt
Shoved under the clear plastic button for the orange drink is a scrap of paper informing you: $1.50.
human
You examine shed
gpt
Faded red paint letters, "Mother Nature" over a boarded opening. Some kind of summertime snack hut, you assume. Leaning on one side is a OK Cola corp. vending machine.
human
Go west
gpt
That direction appears void of enticement.
human
You go south
gpt
W. Corridor of Leaves

Posted here is a freshly custom manufactured sign.
human
Go northeast
gpt
Sunlight flittering through a canopy of poplar casts a shifting grayscale mosaic on an intersection in the asphalt walkway; a warming vision on such an exceptionally personally and in most other ways dismal autumn Saturday. The walkways stretch out in the four diagonals.

Alongside a peeling bench is a rubbish receptacle.
human
You examine the bench
gpt
Particles of long-since dried green paint larger than could be called flecks are rising from its undercoat.
human
You look at the rubbish
gpt
This feature of the park too has seen better days. Its dented cylindrical steel body is made somewhat interesting by incomprehensible overlapping graffiti.
human
You read the graffiti
gpt
To the untrained eye, it is not entirely unlike Arabic calligraphy. Though, a carefully scribed tag warns of a feline predator.
human
You search the rubbish
gpt
You see an amber vial sitting in the previously emptied rubbish receptacle.
human
You take the vial
gpt
You happen to be just tall enough to do so without actually climbing into the receptacle to get at it. The task does not spare you from looking a bit ridiculous. The park guard standing nearby would probably find your green chaos-spiked hair and studded sweatshirt ridiculous in most any gymnastic manifestation, and maybe less so diving head first into a park garbage can. Such are things. He strolls off without a comment nonetheless.
human
You examine the vial
gpt
The amber vial rattles softly as you consider it closely. Wrapped around is barely-legible prescription information.

Its white cap is closed tight.
human
You read the vial
gpt
The pharmacy's dot-matrix printer must have been low on life blood. You can't make out the patient's name, only this:

"Tylenol 6: DO NOT EXCEED 3 DOSES DAILY..."
human
You put the vial in the shirt
gpt
You put the amber vial into the studded sweatshirt.
human
Go northwest
gpt
N. Hall of Leaves
Breezes loosen unfallen leaves from their branches and arrange them in dense piles underfoot. Torn wrappers and other city crust litter a black vein of asphalt stretching northwest to the buffered din of city traffic and southeast deeper into the park. A dirt path forks off to the south into dying poplars.

A tattered guitar case is nestled here.
human
You examine case
gpt
The case's worn edges roughly form the shape of an acoustic guitar. It is equipped with a handle.
human
Open case
gpt
Your stomach performs a backflip when a bony hand clasps around your wrist with a cold, tightening grip. A previously unseen leaf pile, from which the bony arm owning the bony hand sprung, bursts apart, and a thin figure now shadows down upon you with primal suspicion.
human
You look at the figure
gpt
The figure looks up and down at you. When satisfied, he releases your wrist with a snort and turns his attention to the guitar case, which he carefully inspects inside and out, counting the contained items with a skeletal index finger.

...
human
You look in the case
gpt
You take a few involuntary steps back in relief. The figure- it is clear now that the adrenaline has worn off -is an elderly man garbed in layers of flannel. He pulls a houndstooth hat and some reading material from the guitar case and pays no further mind to you, but picks up the case by its handle and delves intently into reading his newspaper.
human
You ask the man about himself
gpt
The man gives absolutely no indication that you are heard by him. You raise your voice a lot, but still there is no response.
human
You take the vial
gpt
Swiped.
human
Go south
gpt
The packed dirt path becomes especially packed and dirty but leads nowhere but back to the north. It's as if everyone who has ever trodden to this place came to the same conclusion of worthlessness to continue, took a few steps around, and beat it back the way they came.
human
You go to the north
gpt
N. Hall of Leaves

You can see a homeless man here.
human
You go northwest
gpt
...Shouting banters from an alleyway.

A couple of crumbling city travel ways intersect here. Streams of traffic- consisting of primarily sport utility smog-o-matics -take turns roaring through. You stand on the northwest corner of a block lined neatly with tall shrubbery. There is an opening laid with an asphalt walkway leading southeast into reasonably dense deciduous growth. The alternative is sidewalk rolling out south and east along the outside of the shrubs.
human
You listen
gpt
You stop for a moment to observe the beeping, zooming and rumbling clatter of the city's drudging homeostasis.
human
You examine the traffic
gpt
It's ungodly.
human
Go south
gpt
...The strident sound of a tripped car alarm echos through the streets.

Perhaps most notable are a police officer and two men filling out forms in front of a young couple, bus-struck horse and overturned carriage.
human
You go east
gpt
...A fire engine screams by at top speed.

Two streets burrow out of sprawling urban areas and rumble together here with traffic spilling through at alarming speeds. You stand on the southeast corner of a block fenced by tall, even shrubbery. There is an opening laid with an asphalt walkway leading northwest into the shade of a leafy canopy. Poured concrete offers passage north and west parallel to the traffic.

A glint from the sidewalk catches your eye.
human
You examine the glint
gpt
The glint appears as a shining penny standing endwise in a jagged sidewalk crack. You're not sure under which ordinance of superstition picking it up would fall.
human
You take penny
gpt
You dance with that bitch Lady Luck. Turns out to be a Canadian penny, which further complicates notions of its luck value. Swiped.
human
You look at penny
gpt
It's Canadian. Which further complicates notions of its luck value.
human
You put it in the shirt
gpt
You put the shining penny into the studded sweatshirt.
human
Go northwest
gpt
S. Hall of Leaves
Breezes loosen unfallen leaves from their branches and arrange them in dense piles underfoot. Torn wrappers and other city crust litter a black vein of asphalt stretching southeast to the buffered din of city traffic and northwest deeper into the park...
human
Go north
gpt
That direction appears void of enticement.
human
You go northwest
gpt
Alongside a peeling bench is a rubbish receptacle.
human
You go to the northeast
gpt
E. Corridor of Leaves
Autumn vortices homogenize leaves and bits of litter into damp, matted piles that obscure most of the asphalt walkway stretching both northeast and southwest. From beyond the surrounding arbor, horns and motors accompany the ambient chirping, whistling and rustling of the park. Thin dirt paths fork off to the south and west into dying birch.
human
You go northeast
gpt
...Freeway traffic hums hollow in the distance.

Cars, trucks and autos indecisive of these genders hurry on north and east lying streets. You stand on the northeast corner of a block lined with tall, carefully groomed shrubbery. There is an opening laid with an asphalt walkway leading southwest into what you've gathered is a park. Alternatives include sidewalk rolling out south and west along the streets.

A fire hydrant sprouts from nearby concrete.
human
You look at the hydrant
gpt
With most of their meager budget, the city's beautification commission has quested to cover all hydrants in drab green paint to make them appear organic. You wonder if visiblity shouldn't be the main concern here. The remainder of their funds must, of course, go to the shrubbers.
human
You examine the shrubbery
gpt
Shrubbery lines the block on the inside perimeter of the sidewalk, breaking only to make way for an asphalt walkway stretching southwest into a great deal of trees.
human
You open the hydrant
gpt
You feel methods of torque are required.
human
You go west
gpt
...Shouting banters from an alleyway.
human
You go east
gpt
...Shouting banters from an alleyway.

A fire hydrant sprouts from nearby concrete.
human
Go northwest
gpt
S. Hall of Leaves
human
You show penny to the man
gpt
The man lowers his newspaper and peers closely at the penny...

He kneads the copper coin between his fingers, smiling and looking it over like it were porno on an electronic personal organizer. He flicks it spinning upward and snatches it satisfied out of the air before turning to you with an outstretched hand, which you shake in bewilderment.

...
His handshake weakens and gummy smile fades when he notices something approaching from behind you. You turn to view Yogi Bear's nemesis advancing with a billy club thump-thumping in his palm.

"...
Well, it looks like the old man Howard has found himself a human cartoon to play with."

You assume the young park ranger- or whatever he's supposed to be, clothed in green khaki with a shiny badge and oh-so-fun-to-swing-around billy club and isn't-this-all-so-amusing sneer plastered on his face -is speaking of you, but you're not so sure to whom he's directing the remarks.

"I have seen the man reading, so I know he's aware of the recent addition of a park curfew, which I have been honored with upholding this evening."

Who is he talking to?

The ranger continues to address the trees, "Howard Alden may be deaf and dumb, but he's got to listen to the word of the law like anyone else." He rewards himself for such wit and irony with an uncontrolled chuckle. "I'd better not catch anybody napping, and that goes for plant head boy too," he punctuates the episode with a hearty thump of his stick and reels away to see what other trees in the park he could tell to fuck off too.

Howard stands up close to you, to which, by a flinch reaction, you shove him away violently. He plays a terrible tune on a harmonica and creeps playfully closer to you again. It seems you've got a friend.
human
You look around
gpt
N. Hall of Leaves
Breezes loosen unfallen leaves from their branches and arrange them in dense piles underfoot. Torn wrappers and other city crust litter a black vein of asphalt stretching northwest to the buffered din of city traffic and southeast deeper into the park. A dirt path forks off to the south into dying poplars.

You can see a homeless man here.
human
Look around
gpt
The packed dirt path becomes especially packed and dirty but leads nowhere but back to the north. It's as if everyone who has ever trodden to this place came to the same conclusion of worthlessness to continue, took a few steps around, and beat it back the way they came.
human
You ask the man about the dead end
gpt
Mr Howard Alden gives absolutely no indication that you are heard by him. You raise your voice a lot, but still there is no response.
human
You examine the harmonica
gpt
It is as tarnished as its owner and his clothing.
human
Examine newspaper
gpt
It can't be recent. The corners are yellowing, and its stacked in a state of dishevelment.
human
You look in the case
gpt
Mr Howard Alden shakes a playful finger at you.
human
You go to the south-west
gpt
W. Corridor of Leaves
Autumn vortices homogenize leaves and bits of litter into damp, matted piles that obscure most of the asphalt walkway stretching both northeast and southwest. From beyond the surrounding arbor, horns and motors accompany the ambient chirping, whistling and rustling of the park. A thin dirt path forks off to the north.

Posted here is a freshly custom manufactured sign.
human
Go north
gpt
If you were sweltering in the oven of summer smog convection, the brown padlocked shed here might offer relief in the form of reddish slush or- if luck had it -pistachio ice cream. Wintering adolescent maples sway over a thin dirt path heading south.

Some consolation for the shed's seasonal schedule, a soda pop machine glows and hums expectantly.
human
Examine button
gpt
Which do you mean, the OK Normal Cola button, the OK Diet Cola button, the DrThrashed button or the Twang button?
human
You check your inventory
gpt
Your material burden includes:
your studded sweatshirt (being worn)
an amber vial (which is closed)
a letter from Dad
three quarters
two dimes
a nickel
human
You open the vial
gpt
You open the amber vial, revealing four white tablets.
human
You examine the tablet
gpt
Chalky, white tablet containing only the marking of a depressed "T."
human
Close vial
gpt
You close the amber vial.
human
You open the shed
gpt
It's padlocked tight.
human
Kick shed
gpt
Sometimes it is, sometimes it isn't... More often it is, but right now violence isn't the answer.
human
Dig
gpt
(the spiked hair)
That's not really very important right now.
human
Peel bench
gpt
Perhaps you could find even more satisfying things to do than tug at almost certainly plumbous chips of paint.
human
You go to the northeast
gpt
E. Corridor of Leaves
Autumn vortices homogenize leaves and bits of litter into damp, matted piles that obscure most of the asphalt walkway stretching both northeast and southwest. From beyond the surrounding arbor, horns and motors accompany the ambient chirping, whistling and rustling of the park. Thin dirt paths fork off to the south and west into dying birch.
human
You go south
gpt
That direction appears void of enticement.
human
You sit on the bench
gpt
The bench is slightly cool. You are now seated.
human
Sleep
gpt
You aren't feeling especially drowsy.

You are joined by a sky rat- known to tourists as one of those cute pigeons -which touches down close to the bench and starts peck-pecking the ground for edible specks.
human
You look at the pigeon
gpt
Its head bobs like a wind-up toy, searching the ground for a stray morsel.
human
You feed the pigeon
gpt
(to the pigeon)
You aren't holding the pigeon.
human
You take the letter
gpt
Swiped.
human
You give letter to the pigeon
gpt
You doubt the pigeon has any interest in it.
human
You put the letter in the shirt
gpt
You put the letter from Dad into the studded sweatshirt.
human
You go to the south-west
gpt
W. Corridor of Leaves
Autumn vortices homogenize leaves and bits of litter into damp, matted piles that obscure most of the asphalt walkway stretching both northeast and southwest. From beyond the surrounding arbor, horns and motors accompany the ambient chirping, whistling and rustling of the park. A thin dirt path forks off to the north.

Posted here is a freshly custom manufactured sign.
human
Go southwest
gpt
...Freeway traffic hums hollow in the distance.

You're not lost, but this is unfamiliar concrete and steel. It's not all such substance, however. The northeast offers an asphalt walk through perpendicular rows of shrubbery. Trees shade the walkway beyond the uni-shrubs. Sidewalk rolls out from the street corner to the north and east.

Perhaps most notable are a police officer and two men filling out forms in front of a young couple, bus-struck horse and overturned carriage.
human
You enter the bus
gpt
The interior of the bus is typical of the few other units that mournfully roam the streets of the city on any given day: advertisements for impotence drugs and rhinoplasty and soft drinks line the ceiling, and plastic flesh-tone seats surround. The bus is stopped for the reason, you assume, that it has collided hard with something squishy.
human
You look at ads
gpt
Mostly offerings for medications to re-grow hair or other anatomy. You've read their information so many times they've become saddening. Your feelings for the girl with bubblegum-colored lips staring right through you from the backlit cola ad have gone from mild pleasure to certain uneasiness.
human
You take all
gpt
spiked hair: That's not really very important right now. advertisements: You see no reasonable way.
interior of the bus: You see no reasonable way.
starboard window: You see no reasonable way.
plastic seat: You see no reasonable way.
other plastic seats: You see no reasonable way.
human
You take all
gpt
police officer: You doubt the police officer would allow this.
spiked hair: That's not really very important right now. advertisements: You see no reasonable way.
sidewalk: You see no reasonable way.
traffic: You see no reasonable way.
metropolis: You'd have to cross the street.
asphalt walkway: You see no reasonable way.
shrubbery: You see no reasonable way.
squad car: You see no reasonable way.
kids: The kids aren't to be found. They must have scattered to find alternate transportation or other such loitering ground.
bus driver: You doubt the bus driver would allow this.
young couple: You doubt the young couple would allow this.
dead horse: This the scene of an accident, not a deranged petting zoo. bus: You see no reasonable way.
carriage: You see no reasonable way.
carriage driver: You doubt the carriage driver would allow this.
human
You enter the carriage
gpt
You doubt if you have the strength to lift it right side-up or the courage to brave the traffic that lies between.
human
Cross street
gpt
You gaze beyond the wide band of traffic to see only unfamiliar buildings and menacing alleyways. Such ambiguity plants your feet to the ground for the time being.
human
You examine the couple
gpt
Two nervous LL Bean clad platinum cardholders. Unfortunate tourists probably wishing they'd checked out the monorail instead. The male specimen is doing his best to comfort his rattled mate between reluctant glances at the dead animal sprawling from under the front of the bus.
human
You ask the couple about the horse
gpt
They look at each other in fear and side-step in your opposite direction in an apprehensive shuffling manner. If the author of their tour book of the city has any credibility, she would have laid a few guidelines concerning close encounters with random strangers. You don't suppose green hair helps break this kind of ice either.
human
You examine sidewalk
gpt
It's leopard print with flat, blackened gum wads.
human
You go northeast
gpt
W. Corridor of Leaves
Autumn vortices homogenize leaves and bits of litter into damp, matted piles that obscure most of the asphalt walkway stretching both northeast and southwest. From beyond the surrounding arbor, horns and motors accompany the ambient chirping, whistling and rustling of the park. A thin dirt path forks off to the north.

Posted here is a freshly custom manufactured sign.
human
You take the vial
gpt
You can't reach it from your seated position on the bench.

You are joined by a sky rat- known to tourists as one of those cute pigeons -which touches down close to the bench and starts peck-pecking the ground for edible specks.
human
You open the vial
gpt
You open the amber vial, revealing four white tablets.
human
You give the tablet to the pigeon
gpt
(the white tablet to the pigeon)
Feeding birds prescription drugs in the park? "Well," you think, "I've got a few months before I'm legally supposed to act like an adult."

The tablet drops to the ground and rolls in a straight line. The pigeon chases after it, taking test nibbles and trying to get in front of its path. Sooner than the tablet stops rolling the ravenous bird swallows it whole.

...
There's a bit of wobbling, a smidge of teetering and one final toppling. The pigeon lies- dead? -knocked fully out at the very least.
human
Close vial
gpt
You close the amber vial.
human
You stand
gpt
You stand up from the bench.
human
You take the pigeon
gpt
Reservations about its pathogenic status aside... Swiped.
human
You eat the pigeon
gpt
That's plainly inedible.
human
You wake pigeon
gpt
You can only do that to something animate.
human
You put the pigeon in the shirt
gpt
You put the anesthetized pigeon into the studded sweatshirt.
human
Go northwest
gpt
...The strident sound of a tripped car alarm echos through the streets.

A couple of crumbling city travel ways intersect here. Streams of traffic- consisting of primarily sport utility smog-o-matics -take turns roaring through. You stand on the northwest corner of a block lined neatly with tall shrubbery. There is an opening laid with an asphalt walkway leading southeast into reasonably dense deciduous growth. The alternative is sidewalk rolling out south and east along the outside of the shrubs.
human
Go south
gpt
...Freeway traffic hums hollow in the distance.

You're not lost, but this is unfamiliar concrete and steel. It's not all such substance, however. The northeast offers an asphalt walk through perpendicular rows of shrubbery. Trees shade the walkway beyond the uni-shrubs. Sidewalk rolls out from the street corner to the north and east.

Perhaps most notable are a police officer and two men filling out forms in front of a young couple, bus-struck horse and overturned carriage.
human
You take the pigeon
gpt
Reservations about its pathogenic status aside... Swiped.
human
You show the pigeon to the couple
gpt
They look at each other in fear and side-step in your opposite direction in an apprehensive shuffling manner. If the author of their tour book of the city has any credibility, she would have laid a few guidelines concerning close encounters with random strangers. You don't suppose green hair helps break this kind of ice either.
human
You show the pigeon to the bus driver
gpt
The driver is more interested in being a total jerk about the whole thing, and less in what you have to offer.
human
You throw the pigeon at the traffic
gpt
Futile.
human
Inventory
gpt
Your material burden includes:
an anesthetized pigeon
your studded sweatshirt (being worn)
a letter from Dad
an amber vial (which is closed)
three quarters
two dimes
a nickel
human
You squeeze the pigeon
gpt
Keep this up and you'll have iron-grip.
human
You put the pigeon in the shirt
gpt
You put the anesthetized pigeon into the studded sweatshirt.
human
You go northeast
gpt
W. Corridor of Leaves
Autumn vortices homogenize leaves and bits of litter into damp, matted piles that obscure most of the asphalt walkway stretching both northeast and southwest. From beyond the surrounding arbor, horns and motors accompany the ambient chirping, whistling and rustling of the park. A thin dirt path forks off to the north.

Posted here is a freshly custom manufactured sign.
human
Go northeast
gpt
Sunlight flittering through a canopy of poplar casts a shifting grayscale mosaic on an intersection in the asphalt walkway; a warming vision on such an exceptionally personally and in most other ways dismal autumn Saturday. The walkways stretch out in the four diagonals.

Alongside a peeling bench is a rubbish receptacle.
human
You drop the bird
gpt
Dropped.
human
You put bird in the case
gpt
The tattered case is closed.
human
Open case
gpt
Mr Alden Howard shakes a playful finger at you.
human
You put quarter in the slot
gpt
(first taking the quarter)
Swiped.

Kerplunk!
The digital display reads: 25.
human
Keep going
gpt
(first taking the quarter)
Swiped.

Kerplunk!
The digital display reads: 50.
human
Continue
gpt
(first taking the quarter)
Swiped.

Kerplunk!
The digital display reads: 75.
human
You take the can
gpt
"I see... you're a health... conscious consumer," huffs up a pleasant voice from behind your crouched position over the soda catch as you swipe your purchase.
human
You look at your surroundings
gpt
You twist around, and- "Hi... My name's Judith... and you have the last... diet soda... in... the park," glancing disappointedly at the machine, though not breaking her stationary jog. "You look sick... are you all right? You know, I had a boyfriend... a long time... ago with hair like that. Then I went to college... A private college. What a bunch... of stuck-ups. Are you in college?
human
You examine judith
gpt
She's jiggling- er, jogging? No, actually more like jiggling -in place, and trying unsuccessfully to brush behind her ear lobes the long, antennae-like strands of hair stuck between her eyelashes. Spandex barely restrains a flattering figure glazed in a thin sheen of sweat.

"Hey... I've got... I'll give you three... quarters," now prodding through her fanny pack, "for that diet soda."

(You have a feeling this question may come up again.) What do you say, proceed with the sale?
human
No
gpt
You hold off.

Judith starts looking around and humming a familiar gospel song.

You feel the offer of quarters for soda pop still stands. Do it now?
human
You ask Judith about the twang
gpt
She balks with a stumped or weirded-out look.

The jogging girl rummages violently through her fanny pack for something. A number of feminine products fall to the ground and roll about. Her face goes crimson and under her breath you hear, "Sweet Jesus!"

You doubt she's forgotten about the trade. Are you game?
human
No
gpt
You hold off.

"I'm losing my target heart rate!" She completes a series of pseudo-tourretic movements and then bounces vigrously. "How about that soda pop, now?"

This is it, yes or no?
human
No
gpt
You hold off.

"Geez..." she stops bouncing and lets her forearms dangle in the breeze. Her panting lessens in frequency, "Look man, you seem like you need... a faith lift," she smiles. "That's right, I said 'faith.' I'm going to a great Christian Bible college, and they have... great scholarships for great people just like you! Isn't that great?"

"God no!" your inner voice screams at the same time you wonder, "They have money for Nihilists?"

"That's right, we can talk about it more in my apartment. Blah blah blah blah, blah blah, blah."

Apartment! The visions of warmth and indefinite shelter overwhelm...
human
You follow Judith
gpt
A great amount of your life passes you by...
Chamber of Living Death (on the seat)
Pencils scratch and break, chalk squeaks and crumbles. A murmuring voice slows time to an agonizing standstill. No amount of glancing causes the clock- tick steadily it may -to advance one second closer to the bell.

You can see an instructor and some other students here.
human
You look at the instructor
gpt
Mumbling, babbling, murmuring figures, theorems, proofs.
human
You check what you're carrying
gpt
Your material burden includes:
your number 2 pencil
human
You examine the clock
gpt
It makes a steady, rhythmic sound, but its hands are frozen in place.
human
Go north
gpt
You'll have to get off the seat first.
human
You stand
gpt
The bell hasn't yet rung.

To synapse it, you do eventually escape this infernal boredom, but end up chronically boring your friends with incessant and persistent Christ-punk jabber paired with self-indulgent intellectualism. Please choose an option SCORES, RESTORE a game, RESTART, or QUIT; or just continue with your delusion of escape.
human
Scores
gpt
You have so far scored 0 out of a possible 5, in 234 pages.
human
You give can to Judith
gpt
"Thanks you're great... here's an extra quarter... you look like you might... need it."

Her warm fingers recoil slightly as they brush yours in transfer of the charity. While maintaining pitying eye contact to the very end, she whips her pony tail round and whisks away the same as she came. You notice her wiping the lip of the can free of your germs and filth upon her exit.
human
Inventory
gpt
Your material burden includes:
four quarters
an anesthetized pigeon
your studded sweatshirt (being worn)
a letter from Dad
an amber vial (which is closed)
two dimes
a nickel
human
You read the letter
gpt
"Dear Son," The usual.
"I know it has been several weeks... ...Mom is okay..."
"...the finer things in life..." Blah, blah- Hey, look at that! The word "responsibility" and its root in the same sentence.
human
You look in the rubbish
gpt
The rubbish receptacle is empty.
human
You ask the man about quarter
gpt
Mr Alden Howard gives absolutely no indication that you are heard by him. You raise your voice a lot, but still there is no response.
human
You show quarter to the man
gpt
Mr Howard Alden raises a palm, stopping you from furthering your offer.
human
You put quarters in the shirt
gpt
quarter: Done.
quarter: Done.
quarter: Done.
quarter: Done.
human
Go south
gpt
The packed dirt path becomes especially packed and dirty but leads nowhere but back to the north. It's as if everyone who has ever trodden to this place came to the same conclusion of worthlessness to continue, took a few steps around, and beat it back the way they came.
human
You take all
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spiked hair: That's not really very important right now.
human
You take all
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homeless man: You doubt the homeless man would allow this.
spiked hair: That's not really very important right now.
human
You take all from the man
gpt
shining penny: That seems to belong to the homeless man.
tattered case: That seems to belong to the homeless man.
harmonica: That seems to belong to the homeless man.
newspaper: That seems to belong to the homeless man.
brimmed houndstooth cap: That seems to belong to the homeless man.
human
You look at the cap
gpt
(the amber vial)
(first scooping up the vial)
Swiped.

The amber vial rattles softly as you consider it closely. Wrapped around is barely-legible prescription information.

Its white cap is closed tight.
human
Examine brimmed
gpt
The snap that affixes the front of the cap to the brim has been ripped out by the fabric it in which it was at sometime sewn.
human
You go northwest
gpt
...A jetliner howls overhead.

A couple of crumbling city travel ways intersect here. Streams of traffic- consisting of primarily sport utility smog-o-matics -take turns roaring through. You stand on the northwest corner of a block lined neatly with tall shrubbery. There is an opening laid with an asphalt walkway leading southeast into reasonably dense deciduous growth. The alternative is sidewalk rolling out south and east along the outside of the shrubs.
human
You take all
gpt
spiked hair: That's not really very important right now.
sidewalk: You see no reasonable way.
traffic: You see no reasonable way.
metropolis: You'd have to cross the street.
asphalt walkway: You see no reasonable way.
shrubbery: You see no reasonable way.
human
You look at shrubbery
gpt
Shrubbery lines the block on the inside perimeter of the sidewalk, breaking only to make way for an asphalt walkway stretching southeast into a great deal of trees.
human
Go east
gpt
...A jetliner howls overhead.

Cars, trucks and autos indecisive of these genders hurry on north and east lying streets. You stand on the northeast corner of a block lined with tall, carefully groomed shrubbery. There is an opening laid with an asphalt walkway leading southwest into what you've gathered is a park. Alternatives include sidewalk rolling out south and west along the streets.

A fire hydrant sprouts from nearby concrete.
human
You examine sidewalk
gpt
It's leopard print with flat, blackened gum wads.
human
You examine the shrubbery
gpt
Shrubbery lines the block on the inside perimeter of the sidewalk, breaking only to make way for an asphalt walkway stretching southwest into a great deal of trees.
human
You take the sign
gpt
That's pretty much a permanent feature of the scenery.
human
You examine the sign
gpt
"NO CAMPING
Under Penalty Of
$600.00 Mandatory Fine
And
1 Month Imprisionment
Park Is Patrolled"
human
You take the letter
gpt
You already have that.
human
You take the vial
gpt
Swiped.
human
You open the vial
gpt
You open the amber vial, revealing three white tablets.
human
You examine the white cap
gpt
The amber vial rattles softly as you consider it closely. Wrapped around is barely-legible prescription information.

Its white cap is open.
human
You give the pill to the man
gpt
(the white tablet to the homeless man)
The homeless man doesn't seem interested.
human
You put the pill in the vial
gpt
(the white tablet in the amber vial)
You put the white tablet into the amber vial.
human
Close vial
gpt
You close the amber vial.
human
You put the vial in the shirt
gpt
You put the amber vial into the studded sweatshirt.
human
You take bird
gpt
Reservations about its pathogenic status aside... You already have that.
human
You hit the man
gpt
Sometimes it is, sometimes it isn't... More often it is, but right now violence isn't the answer.
human
You put the bird in the rubbish
gpt
You put the anesthetized pigeon into the rubbish receptacle.
human
Burn bird
gpt
This dangerous act would achieve little.
human
You examine the mosaic
gpt
It leads in all directions you know that are not square with the world. Namely northeast, southeast, northwest and southwest.
human
You take all
gpt
peeling bench: Perhaps you could find even more satisfying things to do than tug at almost certainly plumbous chips of paint.
spiked hair: That's not really very important right now.
asphalt walkway: You see no reasonable way.
flittering sunlight: The sunlight isn't tangible.
rubbish receptacle: You see no reasonable way.
incomprehensible graffiti: You see no reasonable way.
human
You look at the graffiti
gpt
To the untrained eye, it is not entirely unlike Arabic calligraphy. Though, a carefully scribed tag warns of a feline predator.
human
You put the bird on the bench
gpt
You put the anesthetized pigeon on the peeling bench.
human
Go southeast
gpt
Sunlight flittering through a canopy of poplar casts a shifting grayscale mosaic on an intersection in the asphalt walkway; a warming vision on such an exceptionally personally and in most other ways dismal autumn Saturday. The walkways stretch out in the four diagonals.

Alongside a peeling bench is a rubbish receptacle.

On the peeling bench is an anesthetized pigeon.
human
You take bird
gpt
Reservations about its pathogenic status aside... Swiped.
human
You go to the northeast
gpt
E. Corridor of Leaves
Autumn vortices homogenize leaves and bits of litter into damp, matted piles that obscure most of the asphalt walkway stretching both northeast and southwest. From beyond the surrounding arbor, horns and motors accompany the ambient chirping, whistling and rustling of the park. Thin dirt paths fork off to the south and west into dying birch.
human
You drop the bird
gpt
Dropped.
human
Go northeast
gpt
...A fire engine screams by at top speed.

Cars, trucks and autos indecisive of these genders hurry on north and east lying streets. You stand on the northeast corner of a block lined with tall, carefully groomed shrubbery. There is an opening laid with an asphalt walkway leading southwest into what you've gathered is a park. Alternatives include sidewalk rolling out south and west along the streets.

A fire hydrant sprouts from nearby concrete.
human
You go southwest
gpt
E. Corridor of Leaves
Autumn vortices homogenize leaves and bits of litter into damp, matted piles that obscure most of the asphalt walkway stretching both northeast and southwest. From beyond the surrounding arbor, horns and motors accompany the ambient chirping, whistling and rustling of the park. Thin dirt paths fork off to the south and west into dying birch.

You can see an anesthetized pigeon here.
human
Go southeast
gpt
...Freeway traffic hums hollow in the distance.

Two streets burrow out of sprawling urban areas and rumble together here with traffic spilling through at alarming speeds. You stand on the southeast corner of a block fenced by tall, even shrubbery. There is an opening laid with an asphalt walkway leading northwest into the shade of a leafy canopy. Poured concrete offers passage north and west parallel to the traffic.
human
Go northwest
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S. Hall of Leaves
Breezes loosen unfallen leaves from their branches and arrange them in dense piles underfoot. Torn wrappers and other city crust litter a black vein of asphalt stretching southeast to the buffered din of city traffic and northwest deeper into the park...

You can see an anesthetized pigeon here.
human
You go south
gpt
The packed dirt path becomes especially packed and dirty but leads nowhere but back to the north. It's as if everyone who has ever trodden to this place came to the same conclusion of worthlessness to continue, took a few steps around, and beat it back the way they came.

You can see an anesthetized pigeon here.
human
You take bird
gpt
Reservations about its pathogenic status aside... Swiped.