OFFICE
"I dread to say it, but I believe I am going mad. The -- *moments* -- come more frequently now. I fear that I have found what I have sought, and I shall now pay the price for it."
The scrape of a chair across flagstone. A sigh.
"Chaos treads the halls of Bedlam; her work is evident everywhere..."
SLOUCHING TOWARDS BEDLAM
An entry in the 9th Annual Interactive-Fiction Competition
Copyright 2003 by Star C. Foster and Daniel Ravipinto
[First time players should type 'about'. Credits are available via 'credits'.]
Release 1 / Serial number 030925 / Inform v6.21 Library 6/10
OFFICE
A massive cedar desk, well-polished and worn, looks elegantly out-of-place among the chaos. Papers, files, and books cover nearly every flat surface in the room.
There is a phonograph on the table near the window.
A black cube on wheels sits near the door to the south.