"FF, you're a dick, but you don't hit below the belt. So you're a dick about finding scum, not hurting the people who are playing the game. That's acceptable dickary." MaryJoLisa
>south
Creepy Corner
You're in a creepy corner of the Festeron Cemetery, surrounded by silent tombstones. An iron gate opens to the east, and a narrow lane wanders north.
"FF, you're a dick, but you don't hit below the belt. So you're a dick about finding scum, not hurting the people who are playing the game. That's acceptable dickary." MaryJoLisa
Outside Cemetery
You're standing next to an open iron gate that leads west into the Festeron Cemetery. A road runs east to the top of Post Office Hill.
"FF, you're a dick, but you don't hit below the belt. So you're a dick about finding scum, not hurting the people who are playing the game. That's acceptable dickary." MaryJoLisa
>east
Hilltop
You're on a hilltop overlooking the seaside village of Festeron.
To the south stands the Festeron Post Office. It's a little brick building with a neatly trimmed lawn. The Post Office door is closed.
Roads run down the hill to the east and west. There's a signpost nearby.
>east
Outside Cottage
You're outside the cottage of Miss Voss, the town librarian. The road turns north toward the village, and bends upward to the summit of Post Office Hill.
As you approach the cottage you are greeted by the tiniest poodle you've ever seen in your entire life. It charges across the street, yapping angrily and showing its sharp little teeth.
"FF, you're a dick, but you don't hit below the belt. So you're a dick about finding scum, not hurting the people who are playing the game. That's acceptable dickary." MaryJoLisa
"FF, you're a dick, but you don't hit below the belt. So you're a dick about finding scum, not hurting the people who are playing the game. That's acceptable dickary." MaryJoLisa
"FF, you're a dick, but you don't hit below the belt. So you're a dick about finding scum, not hurting the people who are playing the game. That's acceptable dickary." MaryJoLisa
"FF, you're a dick, but you don't hit below the belt. So you're a dick about finding scum, not hurting the people who are playing the game. That's acceptable dickary." MaryJoLisa
"FF, you're a dick, but you don't hit below the belt. So you're a dick about finding scum, not hurting the people who are playing the game. That's acceptable dickary." MaryJoLisa
>north
"Wait! I want to talk to you!" cries Miss Voss as you walk away.
Park
You're standing in a circular park, surrounded by the Festeron Rotary. Walks converge from four directions on a shallow marble fountain, filled with sparkling water.
A statue stands in the middle of the fountain.
Somebody on the south side of the Rotary is calling you.
"FF, you're a dick, but you don't hit below the belt. So you're a dick about finding scum, not hurting the people who are playing the game. That's acceptable dickary." MaryJoLisa
"FF, you're a dick, but you don't hit below the belt. So you're a dick about finding scum, not hurting the people who are playing the game. That's acceptable dickary." MaryJoLisa
>south
Rotary South
This is the south side of the Festeron Rotary. A road branches south, towards Post Office Hill.
The Festeron Public Library, famous for its museum of local historic artifacts, stands proudly on the nearby corner.
Miss Voss retrieves a violet slip of paper from the depths of her purse. "Be a sweetie and give this note to your dear boss, Mr. Crisp," she coos, holding the note out to you. "I'd be ever so much obliged."
>talk to miss voss
"Can we talk later? I'm in a hurry," she replies.
"FF, you're a dick, but you don't hit below the belt. So you're a dick about finding scum, not hurting the people who are playing the game. That's acceptable dickary." MaryJoLisa
"FF, you're a dick, but you don't hit below the belt. So you're a dick about finding scum, not hurting the people who are playing the game. That's acceptable dickary." MaryJoLisa
>south
Outside Cottage
You're outside the cottage of Miss Voss, the town librarian. The road turns north toward the village, and bends upward to the summit of Post Office Hill.
An angry poodle is blocking your path.
The poodle glares at you through eyes red with hatred.
>west
The poodle won't let you go that way.
You can hear the poodle's sharp little teeth snapping as it nips your heels.
>south
You can't go that way.
The poodle circles you warily, snarling and growling with menace.