You are in a clearing. There is a white mailbox there.
Sorry, I don't know that command.
There's an envelope inside.
The envelope is white, but has been sponged glorious shades of red and
orange. Images have been stamped on it, with gold filagree embossed one one
edge. The stamp looks so real that the post office has cancelled it, but
upon closer examination, it's a picture of Pavarotti. The return address
reads, "Corvallis, Oregon."
You don't really want to do that now, do you?
You are carrying: a heat gun (off), mail art, an unmounted stamp of a
platypus, and an oddly glowing stone.
You are in a clearing. There is a white mailbox there. It's open and
empty. (You're holding the mail!) To the north and south lie woods. A
path leads west and a house leads to the east. It looks abandoned but maybe
you could squeeze in the window.
You suck in your breath and squeeze in the window.
It is dark. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.
This was one of the funniest threads I've read in a while.
Brings back memories of my trusty old Zenith machine and the many text
dungeons I wandered through.
Good show and creative high fives to all who grew this tale!
Why are you sorry you do not know that command?
Take a close look at the county-by-county voting map from the last
Experience is a comb which nature gives to men when they are bald.
Don't imitate the fly before you have wings.
"you realise you are giving 'her' more scripts? (her 'intelligence' is
growing)" -- catchmerevisited