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From: maruhiro <maruhiro@bridge.ocn.ne.jp>
Date: Wed, 8 Apr 2020 00:03:32 +0900
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 line.txt    |  8 ++++----
 rooms.txt   | 10 +++++-----
 special.txt |  2 +-
 3 files changed, 10 insertions(+), 10 deletions(-)

diff --git a/line.txt b/line.txt
index bc67a21..e88a7ed 100644
--- a/line.txt
+++ b/line.txt
@@ -56,13 +56,13 @@ I don't think that will go down too well.
 The rope is suddenly jerked away from your hand!
 You pull, and you tug, but nothing gives.
 As you reel in the rope it snags in many cracks.  Finally an object appears...
-You almost make it through, but some of your possessions are too large to take.
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 The flashlight is beginning to flicker, it's about to go out!
 That sentence doesn't make much sense.
 You can't give what you don't have to begin with!
 The alien creature humbly accepts your gift...and eats it!
 You manage to climb down to the end of the rope.
-You would surely slip, fall and die.
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 Although you don't displace much dirt, you do notice that the ground is soft.
 The stake won't go into that!
 The metal stake is in as far as it's going to go.
@@ -71,7 +71,7 @@ The metal stake is now sticking out of the ground.
 The rope drops into the dark chasm, probably lost forever!
 The rope now dangles down into the dark chasm.
 About a second and a half later you hear a dull thud!
-Why?  Do you like to play in the mud!
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 All you see is pitch black darkness.
 You see the flashlight swaying back and forth.  You can't see the bottom though!
 The object dissappears into the chasm!
@@ -188,7 +188,7 @@ Done.
 First the cabinet door must be opened.
 There is not enough room in the panel compartment.
 The gun is unlike any gun you've ever seen before.  An orange gauge on the side
-Since there are multiple directions you must be more specific.
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 Here is your present condition:
 You feel weak from lack of food.
 You get down and bogie for a moment, then look around, somewhat blushed!
diff --git a/rooms.txt b/rooms.txt
index 7a80760..db84047 100644
--- a/rooms.txt
+++ b/rooms.txt
@@ -8,12 +8,12 @@
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   ±±Í·­ADÌæ¤È´GÆ2OÌCºÌæ¤ÈL¢ª·éBOûÌÇÉÍ¢­ 	Â©Ìï­È¶ªÜêÄ¢éBÊêé¹Ík¼Éµ©È¢B
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-  ìªêÉÈÁÄ[¢ô¯ÚÖÆ¬êÄ¢éB´AÌÇÍÜéÅKXÌæ¤Éç©  	¾BÀSÈ¹Íì¼Ìoûµ©È¢B
+  ìªêÉÈÁÄ[¢JÔÖÆ¬êÄ¢éB´AÌÇÍÜéÅKXÌæ¤Éç©¾B	ÀSÈ¹Íì¼Ìoûµ©È¢B
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-  [¢Dª­ÜÁ½L¢´AÉ¢éBkÌûÙÇ[­ÈÁÄ¢éæ¤¾! »Ìü±¤ÉÍ	DÌÈ¢[¢ô¯Úª èA³çÉ»ÌæÉÍ^ÁÃÈô¯ÚÉ¬êÞêª©¦éB  	ì¼Ìå«ÈÇÌðÊÁÄ±±©çoçêéB
-  You are at the turning point of a winding tunnel, mysteriously carved out of  	solid rock.  The rays of your flashlight fade into blackness in either          	direction.  The crumbled wall lies back to the west and the tunnel heads to the 	northwest.
-  This is the northern end of a gigantic mud covered cave, to the south is a    	wide pit of mud oozing into a section of the chasm.  The chasm crosses in front 	of you, just west of where you are standing.  The ground here is much drier than	to the south.  A waterfall flows from the west side of the chasm into a seperate	section to the northwest.  You can scarcely hear a low humming sound coming from	within the chasm, sounding like a small generator running!
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+  ï­ÈA¢âðíÁ½Ì­glÌÈªèpÉ¢éBÇ¿çÌûüàùd	ÌõªÍ©¸æª©¦È¢BÓ¯½Çª¼ÌßéûüÉ èAglÍk¼ÌûüÉ±	¢Ä¢éB
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   You clinging to the end of the rope!  The chasm walls have narrowed a little  	here, and nearly form a tunnel below you.  The bottom is no where in sight!
   You are at the bottom of the deep chasm.  On both sides of you are fallen     	rocks, blocking any passage into the chasm.  Somewhere in the darkness above    	hangs the rope.  From here a skinny passage leads east, into an peculiar shaped 	cave entrance.
   This is quite an unusual cave.  The walls are scorched black, as if by great  	heat.  You decide that this cave was not formed by the normal processes of      	nature.  The path forks here, headind both northeast and southeast, while the   	chasm is back to the west.
diff --git a/special.txt b/special.txt
index 9eab316..738cc21 100644
--- a/special.txt
+++ b/special.txt
@@ -9,7 +9,7 @@
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 You are given a life shocking jolt as you glimpse the image above you--it's the 	Titanic!!!  Resting not more than twenty feet above you is the bottom hull of   	the once mighty ship.  Dead bodies, fallen from the wreck, are scattered about  	the floor of the ice like cake decoration.  The horror is too real and you bow  	your head, unable to view the sight anymore.
 Not a smart decision!  Within two seconds over 500,000 tons of ice and water    	fill the entire cavity you once stood in.  The Titanic, resting somewhere above,	also slides down, finally coming to rest about three feet from the largest      	remander of your torso.  How ironic, anyone discovering the ship will think you 	went down with in when, in fact, it went down with you!
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 Suddenly the flashlight flickers with its final burst of light...then goes out! 	You instantly realize the severity of the situation, and in a spasm of anger    	you toss the flashlight against the ground.  You listen with sorrow as many     	fragments hit the surrounding features.
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