Eat Me
A Story with Six Courses by Chandler GrooverRelease 1 / Serial number 171013 / Inform 7 build 6M62 (I6/v6.33 lib 6/12N)
Dungeon (south cell)
Here you've been kept with only time to eat. All hours taste the same, but sometimes you can hear voices outside. They're always talking about food, how best to carve a joint or marinate a soul. "Inside a cell, of course," one voice had said, "till the despair's soaked through." Well, you've been marinating long enough, and waiting longer isn't likely to bring you freedom or, more importantly, supper.
You've one companion in your cell: a little skeleton. Poor child, come to such an end, still shackled to the wall with candied chains. You're bound in cacao manacles yourself.
Northward a cheesecake door leads out to the dungeon.
>open door
Oh my, your body strains, darling, and the hole in your stomach yawns. You've made a bargain, remember, and now you live to eat. Eating is all you need to do. In fact, it's almost all you can.
>eat door
You can't budge, bound as you are by these manacles.
>eat manacles
Cacao's bitter. Perhaps most children wouldn't chew it, but you're not a common child, are you, my darling? You won't remain locked in these manacles, especially not when your palate finds their bitter links delectable. You chomp them. Now they're almost broken: just one final bite.
>eat manacles
That's done it. The cacao breaks and you gulp down every particle. Alas, although your limbs are free, you're just as hungry as before. That hole inside your stomach will need more to fill its gulf. What you want is a proper feast, something to pack yourself until you can forget what hunger even means.
>eat door
Dessert before dinner: that's every child's dream. We'll obey no order tonight! You pull out strawberries, pop them into your mouth, savor their crimson sweetness paired with silken cream. Soon you've eaten the cheesecake door. You'll have the feast you were promised, and no dungeon will hold you now.
>n
Dungeon
Blue flambeaux undulate, and in their flames gleam devices galore constructed to pry screams and more from prisoners. Don't sit down on that judas chair. Steer clear the rack. Give wide berth to the breaking wheel. They're occupied already by corpses.
A gruyère guard snaps to attention at your sight.
Northward a corridor leads to the undercroft. Westward's an angel's-food doorway, eastward another door in devil's-food, and southward lies your open cell.
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