Pain. Unceasing pain. Ever since your lover Black left, something to do with
a mysterious stranger and a time machine, your days have been a dull blur of
gray loneliness. Perhaps you'd feel better if you got out and did something.
Sins Against Mimesis
An Interactive Theosophy
Copyright 1997 by One of The Bruces (email@example.com)
(actually Adam Thornton, firstname.lastname@example.org)
Release 3 / Serial number 980110 / Inform v6.14 Library 6/7
This is the living room of your rather squalid apartment. The huge compass rose
on your floor reminds you that your bedroom is west, the front hall is north,
the kitchen is east, and the bathroom is south.
Your mimesis plant squats in its pot in a corner of the room, slowly
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