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

threeeye

* I meant towel**

unwrap towel from lamp
use towel on puddle
squeeze kerosene into lamp
put towel into lamp
bang the 2 stones together creating a spark to light the lamp

• sorry

AliceOrwell

Unable to perform action. Towel whip already unwrapped from Oil lamp (no fuel).

You unwravel the Towel whip. Your inventory now has a Towel.
You carefully dip the Towel into puddle so that all of the kerosene is absorbed. Inventory now has Towel (moist).

You wring out the Towel so that the kerosene fills the Oil lamp. Inventory now has Towel and Oil lamp (fueled)

Towel is too large to fit in the Oil lamp.

There is a satistying clunk as you bash the Flint into the Cursed Loadstone but not much interesting happens.

Damagicfishman

Strike flint against paper clip
Attempt to light lamp by striking flint against the paper clip

threeeye

• Taping shoe on floor with boredom...

AliceOrwell

You strike the paperclip with the flint and as you do a sliver of steel is shaved off in the form of a small spark. The spark flies towards your kerosene soaked hand and ignites it. Your hand is lit ablaze. You panic. You shake your hand wildly, casting off flaming droplets. As you writhe in pain you stumble through the remenants of the kerosene puddle, which is now also on fire from your castoff flames. The fire spreads up your legs and along your arm. The pain renders you unconscious.

You have died.

Would you like to (Q)uit, (R)estart, or (L)oad?

Redphantom

Lol

threeeye

LOL !!!

(L)oad

Mireille22

(L)!!!!

AliceOrwell

You have awoken to find yourself in a dark room. Your only clue to what happened is a protuberance on the back of your head.

A small, high-set grated window casts the only light in the room but being a moonless night you can not see much more than vague outlines in the shadows. From stumbling and fumbling around the room you found it to consist of not much more than a door, the occasional pile of stones and the hard bench where you awoke. There is a kerosene puddle on the uneven floor, created when you fashioned your damp towel into a whip.

From the metal grated window, a warm, humid air whistles through. Outside, far below the window, you were able to make out haphazard decaying stone ruins in the star light. You think you caught a glimpse of something scuttling among the shadows but it was gone within the blink of an eye. You dismiss it as a figment of your imaginaton.

The door to the room, from what you could tell in the dim light, is featureless. No handle or keyhole, but is obviously of extremely sturdy construction. Despite attempting to push, pull, and slide the door it doesn't budge. From the sturdy construction it's clear the makers didn't intend for this door to be easily opened, at least not from this side. The door is LOCKED. When closer inspected, you discovered the door makes a faint electrical hum.

threeeye

/inventory

/feel proturbance
/inventory

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inventory