Mr. Fahrenheit: ....
a grue: that is not very adventurous
Mr. Fahrenheit: i don't want to be eaten by a grue.
Mr. Fahrenheit: it's dark here
a grue: You are carrying: a torch, a bunch of pills, bacon salt
Mr. Fahrenheit: N
a grue: you trip over an unrealistically large twig, and somehow fall back to the previous room
a grue: the room is also outdoors.
Mr. Fahrenheit: E
a grue: you find a well in a clearing, only it's too dark to see the clearing so you're really kind of guessing. the well is dark too. damn, it's really dark.
Mr. Fahrenheit: Drop 1 Pill in Well
a grue: you drop a pill in the well. nothing happens.
Mr. Fahrenheit: Continue east.
a grue: cautiously walking east you come across a broken wagon. there are no horses to be found.
a grue: you hear a faint splash to the west.
Mr. Fahrenheit: N.
a grue: you arrive at a gigantic tree. there is something moving in the branches.
Mr. Fahrenheit: Look up.
a grue: you can't make out anything in the darkness. the rustling noise stops.
Mr. Fahrenheit: Use Torch on Tree
a grue: you throw the torch at the tree dramatically. it collides and bounces to the ground. things might have been different if the torch were lit.
Mr. Fahrenheit: Pick up Torch.
Mr. Fahrenheit: Continue North.
a grue: you get lost, despite already being obviously lost. eventually you find yourself at a large tree. it looks like someone has been here recently.
Mr. Fahrenheit: Seeing as I'm now at the same tree.
Mr. Fahrenheit: Head back South. And then West, towards the splash.
a grue: you arrive at the well. there is a strange sound coming from the depths, like the hissing of static. you smell something that reminds you of melting plastic.
Mr. Fahrenheit: Head back west, continue north, try climbing over unrealistically large branch.
a grue: you easily step over the twig now that you're aware of its unrealistic size. you see a grue. it stares at you.
Mr. Fahrenheit: Offer pills to grue.
Mr. Fahrenheit: By tossing them at his mouth.
a grue: the grue somehow senses your intentions and gobbles up the pills.
a grue: the grue does not feel sleepy at all now. you are likely to be eaten.
Mr. Fahrenheit: Offer bacon salt to grue, toss it to him.
Mr. Fahrenheit: Bacon salt is a cure all. This should fix everything. As it does in any case. Obviously.
a grue: it's true! the grue takes the salt, regards you for a moment and then makes it bacon. it being you. you are dead. (score: 39)
Mr. Fahrenheit: Son of a bitch.
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