**** COMMODORE 64 BASIC V2 ****
64K RAM SYSTEM 39811 BYTES FREE.
With what, your bare hands?
Very true! The map brought back memories of my sneaking into the Hofstra computer lab to play Advent (I think it was Advent - it was a long time ago, and I'm old). Then, I think I found Zork in college. Good times...-ObscureReferenceMan
you can't open the mailbox.
>go to house
do not recognize term 'house'
>go to big white house
do not recognize term 'big white house'
>go to big white house with a boarded front door of which I am standing in an open field to the west of, you fucking computerized cunt.
Error. You are the real cunt here, meatbag.
Is Zork that famous? - damn dirty ape
You are standing at the end of a road before a small brick building.
Around you is a forest. A small stream flows out of the building and
down a gully. In the distance there is a tall gleaming white tower.
It is a hot summer's day in Christminster, the kind of day that makes you think of strawberries and cream and punting on the river. The morning sunlight beams down on the cobbles and on the great wooden gate of Biblioll College to the east.
The gate is closed.
>knock at gate
The gate is so large that you're not sure if your knocking can be heard inside, but after a short wait the wicket gate opens a crack and an old man peers out at you. "Sorry, love," he says, "but we're closed on Sundays." He shuts the gate.
Somewhere in the distance, the clock of Biblioll College chimes the half-hour.
>knock at gate
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