Escape the room

browser.darkTheme: false browser.darkSystemTheme: false config.style.page.theme.enableSwitching: false config.style.page.style.border: 'none' config.style.page.verticalAlign: 'middle' config.style.backdrop: 'black' config.body.transition.name: 'none' config.body.transition.duration: '1 second' config.style.page.color: 'lime-1' config.style.page.font: 'Helvetica/sans-serif 12' config.style.page.link.color: 'green-1' config.style.page.link.lineColor: 'transparent' config.style.page.link.active.color: 'orange-3' config.footer.left: '' config.footer.right: '' haskey: false -- <img src="https://radialchaos.neocities.org/Twine/glow.gif"> You awake with a start. unable to see you soon realise that a blindfold is tightly wound around your head. A warm amber glow pierces the thin fabric, wavering with the familiar pattern of candlelight. {link to: 'Main Room', label: 'Remove Blindfold'}

config.style.page.verticalAlign: 'top' config.style.backdrop: 'sky-5' -- You find yourself sitting at a {link to: 'desk', label: 'large wooden desk'} in the center of a {reveal link: 'small room.', passage : 'room'}

config.body.transition.name: 'fadeInOut' -- Getting up from your chair {link to: 'desk', label: 'large wooden desk'} you begin to explore this mysterious office... The room is heavy with the damp smell of mold and dust, the edges of cobwebs shimmering with the warm pulsing glow of a dozen candles doted around the room, their waxy bases melted into the grain of the old wooden furniture. Walking around, you pass by a wall with {link to: 'portraits', label: 'two paintings'} bookended by matching grandfather clocks. Ahead, in the corner of the room, lies a {link to: 'lounge chair', label: 'lounge chair'} facing a smouldering inbuilt fire place. Finally, to you're left is the {link to: 'door', label: 'door'}

config.body.transition.name: 'fadeInOut' -- The only item on the desk apart from the candles lit on each corner is a newspaper clipping. *"Jerome Stuart and his wife Odessa Stuart's recent death has been labelled of natural causes by the New Orleans polices chief cororner Albert Dooherty. Mr. Dooherty further clarified his statement with quote: from my inspection I can only surmise the couple would have died under peaceful circumstances in their sleep at around two in the morning last saturday night"* *The stuarts are the 5th in fast growing list of young couples dying in their sleep all over the city.* Upon closer inspection it seems to be some sort of obituary for a young couple. {link to: 'explore room', label: 'return'}

config.body.transition.name: 'fadeInOut' -- The door is an imposing feature, made of large wooden boards and framed in iron. the {link to: 'door is locked', label: 'handle'} is worn but seemingly functional with a half moon shaped keyway just below it [if haskey] [append] [after 1 second] matching the symbol on your {link to: 'unlock door', label: 'newfound key'}. [else] [append] . {link to: 'explore room', label: 'return'}

config.body.transition.name: 'fadeInOut' -- The portrait of a man and a woman in black flannel costumes are labelled with the names of a Jerome Stuart and Odessa Stuart. The dark blank backgrounds of the pieces blend in with the costumes creating an eery display of floating heads in the darkness Both clocks are non fonctioning with the arrows on the left clock at twelve past two while the right clock being about five minutes ahead. {link to: 'explore room', label: 'return'}

config.body.transition.name: 'fadeInOut' -- The chair is made of a worn green fabric. next to it lies a square sidetable with an empty wisky glass and {link to: 'get key', label: 'small box'} with a smashed padlock hanging from the clasp. {link to: 'explore room', label: 'return'}

-- Turning the handle you pull the door towards you. Suddenly, a strong smell of rotten eggs seeps from the widening crack of the door. The smell overwelms you and your eyes begin to close. falling once more into the dark... The end?

-- the key enters with a strong enough push and the turn is no easier but eventually the lock gives and you hear the satisfying click of the keyway turning open. {link to: 'End', label: 'Open the door?'} {back link, label: 'return'}

-- Trying to turn the handle is impossible. it seems a key is needed. {back link, label: 'return'}

config.body.transition.name: 'crossfade' -- small room. *** Getting up, you begin to explore this mysterious office... [after 1 second] The room is heavy with the damp smell of mold and dust, the edges of cobwebs shimmering with the warm pulsing glow of a dozen candles doted around the room, their waxy bases melted into the grain of the old wooden furniture. [after 2 second] Walking around, you pass by a wall with {link to: 'portraits', label: 'two paintings'} bookended by matching grandfather clocks. [after 3 second] Ahead, in the corner of the room, lies a {link to: 'lounge chair', label: 'lounge chair'} facing a smouldering inbuilt fire place. [after 4 second] Finally, to your left is the {link to: 'door', label: 'door'}

haskey: true -- <img src="https://radialchaos.neocities.org/Twine/Key.png"> Inside, you find a silver key with an engraving of a crescent moon on its pommel. {link to: 'explore room', label: 'return'}