You have been staring at this computer screen for hours.
Your eyes are losing focus and you blearily try to make out the digits on the spreadsheet. You don't want to be at this desk, where people seem to regard you as the lowest form of life. You'd much rather be at home in your garden eating the flowers. 'Eating'...?
You slump forward over your keyboard...
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You are seemingly trapped in a walled enclosure, surrounded by grotesque... figures. That venus fly-trap looks like the number two. Over there is a juicy tuber in the shape of an eight, while several boulders, round like noughts, stare evilly from their whitened faces.
Something else is wrong: you are seeing all this from ground level and you can't seem to stop moving....
A blatant abuse of the Z-Machine by C.V.F. Knight
Release 2 / Serial 021126 / Inform v6.21
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