[45] written by Trilobyte

you leave the distinctly new-age homosexual portion of the
mysterious woods and walk a few thousand feet in a northward direction.
Your head implodes, explodes, MINDWARP. Are you LISTENING to WHAT I'M
SAYING?

YOU ARE STANDING IN AN OPEN FIELD WEST
OF A WHITE HOUSE, WITH A BOARDED FRONT
DOOR.
THERE IS A SMALL MAILBOX HERE.

> OPEN MAILBOX [53]
> GO WEST [54]