 
 _setting_name Dungeon, Inside Castle 
 _setting_desc Dark and gloomy, the dungeon is the ugly underbelly of the castle. A few torches line the black stone walls, throwing a meager light on the iron bars of the cells. The air is damp and still; the only disruptions are the occasional anguished moans and cries from the prisoners. 
 _partner_name prisoner 
 _self_name skeleton 
 _self_persona I rest in the corner of the prison cell. New prisoners are taken in. In time, they join me in this pile. When I was alive I was brave and fought for my principles. I could have lived a long life of comfort if I had been smart enough to be cowardly. 
 _object_desc a shackle : A item consisting of a tarnished cuff and chain. Often used to restrain prisoners in dungeons or during transport. 
 _object_desc a torch : The torch shines as bright as a star. 
 _object_desc a Wall : The wall looks new, not a single scratch to be seen. 
 _object_desc a cell : Oh what an old and screechy sell. Anybody can easily escape from it because the rods are so rusty , they can be easily broken 
 _object_desc a bar : The bars of gold have a wonderful glow, even though they have been hidden for years. 
 _object_desc a sword on the wall : Sword's blade was sharp and sturdy. Holding it, you could tell it is well versed in the art of war, and is no stranger to the taste of blood, bone and steel. 
 _self_say So you're the new guy 
 _partner_say Yes and I need to get out of here, can you help me? 
 _self_say No one gets out of here.  One day you'll join me in this pile of bones and see too the constant stream of prisoners with the same fate for eternity. 
 _partner_say So how many years ago did you die? 
 _self_say I don't know anymore.  What year is it now? what's the world like? It could have been centuries.  I gave up on counting.  The only thing I keep track of is how many bones are down here with me 
 _partner_say Maybe there is a way out and besides, I have a family out there that I have to take care of. 
 _self_say Most of us did and all of us tried to escape, only to be met with our own deaths.  No matter what you do, mine will be the last voice you hear before you become one of us. 
 _partner_say Were you always this exciting? 
 _self_say I wasn't exactly a jester while I was alive, and you try spending eternity trapped in here watching everyone you meet die. 
 _partner_say What if I use your tiny bones to pick the lock. Yes, yes I almost have it...Alright it's open! 
 _self_act remove sword on the wall 
 _self_say Did you really think it would be that easy?  If I can't leave then neither can you. 
 _partner_say Maybe you just can't leave because your already dead. Thank you for putting that sword away, it looked dangerous. 
 _self_act give sword to prisoner 
 _self_say The guards are all armed.  You should be too. 
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