You have entered Tabernacle. You are surrounded by reflective crystalline structures. There are no exits. ] say tabernacle You shout, "Tabernacle!" ] say tabernacle You shout, "Tabernacle!" ] say tabernacle You shout, "Tabernacle!" ] say tabernacle You shout, "Tabernacle!" ] say tabernacle You shout, "Tabernacle!"
You are almost completely frozen in place in a warehouse. There are exits to the east and south. There is a Seannery here. He is very sweaty. ] lick seannery You lick the Seannery. His sweat is all salty-like. It is infused with magic psychedelic wossnames. You are tripping balls.
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Oh, I like this.
posted by orme at 9:06 AM on November 2, 2010