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47 lines
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ZORK: UNDISCOVERED
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UNDERGROUND
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1997 Fantasy
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Difficulty: ^^^&&
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[description]
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The year is 1066. You are a Private, Seventh Class, in the Inquisition
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Guard. After being relieved by Earl at the Port Foozle Inquisition Gift
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Kiosk, you find yourself standing in the Headquarters of Frobozz
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Electric. Gesticulating in front of you is the Pastor of Disaster, the
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Minister of Sinister, the Grand Inquisitor. It appears he has a very
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special mission for you.
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"It is with great hope and expectation I send you on this mission," the
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Grand Inquisitor intones, his voice booming like distant, rumbling
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thunderheads. "We have discovered what appears to be a piece of the Great
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Underground Empire, never before explored. I would have sent Grubald the
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Bold, but he's busy. As is Matchlick the Mighty. So, 'tis you."
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"What of Linklaw the Lucky?" you ask shyly.
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"Laid up. I'm afraid 'tis you and none other. A simple, solo quest, one of
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fun and mirth, mischief and merriment, a jaunt, an excursion, a simple
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outing. Merely explore, enjoy yourself, and bring back news of what lies
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there, long-ago buried for countless ages."
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"And Fretsham the Fortunate?" you ask hopefully.
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"A fatality!" the Inquisitor booms. "Here," he says with evaporating
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patience, "take these and be of good cheer." He thrusts into your hands two
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things: a brass lantern of dubious quality, and a plastic sword of no
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antiquity or use whatsoever.
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"But what of Kolchack the --"
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"Enough! Kolchack is contracted. Remember, who is the boss of you!" He
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pauses briefly as if awaiting a reply. Then without warning, he answers his
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own question. "Me! I am the boss of you! Now begone!"
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[versions]
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R16.970828.Z5=r16 / 970828
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