You are standing on the outskirts of a village... →[More:]Exits are (N)orth, (E)ast, (S)outh and (W)est. You are carrying a large backpack and you can visit your (H)ouse at any time you are in the village. You can see mountains off in the distance to the (N)orth and (E)ast. (S)outh lies a barren plain stretching for many miles. To the (W)est lies a dark forest. Villagers mill around you speaking in the sort of tongue that one might do if they were some bizarre mix of Yorkshire and the West Country.
(Fuck it. It's late Friday night, I've had the crappiest holiday in years. Indulge me. Usual sort of bollix commands you expect from text adventures, I'll carry on 'til my fingers are bleeding or I am too drunk to type any more and then I shall >: Pass the (T)orch to the next poor sod.)
>: Fuck Tolkien. Fuck his corpse hard.
>: I don't understand that command.
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