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Campsite
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Thirst
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An Interactive Fiction
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Release 1 / Serial number 150512 / Inform 7 build 6M22 (I6/v6.33 lib 6/12N) SD
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Campsite
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It is solid night now, and the stars have come out. Unfamiliar stars. On the other side of the valley -- a valley round-bottomed but shallow, like a soup bowl -- burn other campfires, most likely bandits. Their voices do not carry, but the smoke rises and obscures the starlight over that way.
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Your sleepsack is laid out in a pocket of sandy soil and coarse grass.
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You can also see some kindling here.
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> > By The Campfire
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(Testing.)
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>[1] i
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You are carrying:
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a waterskin (full)
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a tinderbox
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a flint
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a steel
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some tinder
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a patch of carbonized cloth
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>[2] drink water
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You drink a long draught.
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>[3] i
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You are carrying:
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a waterskin (partly drained)
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a tinderbox
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a flint
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a steel
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some tinder
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a patch of carbonized cloth
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>[4] drink water
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You drink a long draught.
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>[5] i
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You are carrying:
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a waterskin (empty)
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a tinderbox
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a flint
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a steel
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some tinder
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a patch of carbonized cloth
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>[6] wear steel
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(first taking the steel)
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You put on the steel.
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>[7] get flint
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Taken.
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>[8] get cloth
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Taken.
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>[9] drop cloth
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Dropped.
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>[10] get tinder
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Taken.
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>[11] hit flint
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You strike the flint against the steel and throw sparks onto the patch of cloth; they make tiny circles of orange there, which will only prosper if blown into flame.
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Now the patch of cloth is fading.
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>[12] blow on cloth
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You blow on the faint sparks on the cloth and turn them into the beginnings of flame.
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>[13] burn tinder
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You light the tinder with the patch of cloth, and have the elements of a fire.
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>[14] burn kindling
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You succeed in lighting yourself a proper campfire.
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>[15] look
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By The Campfire
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It is solid night now, and the stars have come out. Unfamiliar stars. On the other side of the valley -- a valley round-bottomed but shallow, like a soup bowl -- burn other campfires, most likely bandits. Their voices do not carry, but the smoke rises and obscures the starlight over that way.
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Your sleepsack is laid out in a pocket of sandy soil and coarse grass.
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> > |