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Writer’s Life as Infocom Text Adventure

Welcome to WRITER’S QUEST!
You are in a writer’s room. Exits are north and east. The door leading north has “This Way to Fame, Fortune, and Free Beer!” painted over it.
There is a chair here.
You have a Hazy Idea for a story.
You have a Muse.
You have an Inner Editor.
>go n
You can’t go that way.
I don’t know how to what.
>look chair
It’s just a chair. It doesn’t look very comfy.
>look muse
Your Muse waves at you.
>look editor
The Inner Editor glares at you and mutters.
Your Muse is trying to say something.
>listen muse
You can’t hear over the Inner Editor talking. (It has some things to say about the implausibility of your Hazy Idea.)
> gag inner editor
You gag the little anthropomorphic personification. It glares at you and sulks.

Read the whole thing. Those of us who have played a lot of Zork will find it especially amusing.

IMF, Exalted Style

The purple robed man opened up the scroll. A charm vocalized the written words, only for his ears. In the center of the scroll was a stylized painting of a white haired being. The Sidereal studied the painting.
“Good morning, Phelps. The being you are looking at is is none other than the Mask of Winters, the Deathlord who recently conquered the City of Thorns in the southern area of the Threshold, also known as the Scavenger Lands.”
“We have received information through unusual channels that the Mask of Winters next target is the Horse Clans realms to his north, centered on the ranch town of Mishaka. We believe that he is attempting to create shadowlands as a threshold gate to move a force directly into the region around Mishaka via the Underworld rather than heading overland.
Your mission Jim, should you choose to accept it, is to stop the Mask of Winters efforts for a possible invasion. As always, should you or any of your IM Force be caught or killed, the Bureau Head will disavow any knowledge of your actions. This scroll will self-destruct in five seconds. Good luck, Jim.”