mánudagur, 27. des 2004

Zork I

ZORK I: The Great Underground Empire
Copyright ©1981, 1982, 1983 Infocom, Inc. All rights reserved.
ZORK is a registered trademark of Infocom, Inc.
Revision 88 / Serial number 840726

West of House
You are standing in an open field west of a white house, with a boarded front door.
There is a small mailbox here.

south

South of House
You are facing the south side of a white house. There is no door here, and all the windows are boarded.

east

Behind House
You are behind the white house. A path leads into the forest to the east. In one corner of the house there is a small window which is slightly ajar.

open window

With great effort, you open the window far enough to allow entry.

enter window

Kitchen
You are in the kitchen of the white house. A table seems to have been used recently for the preparation of food. A passage leads to the west and a dark staircase can be seen leading upward. A dark chimney leads down and to the east is a small window which is open.
On the table is an elongated brown sack, smelling of hot peppers.
A bottle is sitting on the table.
The glass bottle contains: A quantity of water

west

Living Room
You are in the living room. There is a doorway to the east, a wooden door with strange gothic lettering to the west, which appears to be nailed shut, a trophy case, and a large oriental rug in the center of the room.
Above the trophy case hangs an elvish sword of great antiquity.
A battery-powered brass lantern is on the trophy case.

move rug

With a great effort, the rug is moved to one side of the room, revealing the dusty cover of a closed trap door.

open trap door

The door reluctantly opens to reveal a rickety staircase descending into darkness.

down

You have moved into a dark place.
The trap door crashes shut, and you hear someone barring it.

It is pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.

north

You have moved into a dark place.
It is pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.

north

Oh, no! You have walked into the slavering fangs of a lurking grue!

* * * * You have died * * * *


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