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id: world1_1
line:

 - text: >
     As you draw closer, the bundle of faintly glowing shapes in front of you forms into a picture
     of a run-down apartment. You drift inside. It encloses around you, becoming almost real. You breathe
     in the stale air. It smells of violence and rot.
   choices:
     - text: Look around.
       link: world1_2
       

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id: world1_2
line:

 - text: >
     Walls are covered with cheap wallpaper; kitsch flowery pattern. The door behind you is locked.
     There is a jacket on a coathanger, covered in dried blood and ripped in many places. A trail of
     bloody footprints, left by large boots, leads from the door into the main room, then returning to
     the bathroom.
     
   image: the_room_png  
       
   choices:
     - text: Walk through the corridor and into the main room. 
       link: world1_3a
       
     - text: Walk into the bathroom. 
       link: world1_3b       
       
     
---
id: world1_3a
line:

 - text: >
     The room is covered in shifting layer of whiteness, like somebody was trying to paint over an image
     of reality with a stiff brush, dipped in white paint. You notice the faint outline of a broken body
     on a large bed. The whiteness doesn't want to be touched.
   
   
   image: broken_body_png
     
   choices:

     - text: Walk into the bathroom. 
       link: world1_3b       


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id: world1_3b
line:

 - text: >
     The boots stand near a heap of dirty clothes. A large naked middle aged man sits inside a bathtub,
     with a sheathed infantry sabre between his knees. His empty stare locks with your eyes.
     
   image: world_png  

   choices:
     - text: Come closer. 
       link: world1_4

---
id: world1_4
line:

 - text: >
     As you approach, he opens his dry lips and asks: $\n
     -Are you an angel, honey? 

   choices:
     - text: Shake your head.
       link: world1_5


---
id: world1_5
line:

 - text: >
     He smiles and sits still for a moment, looking at you.

line:

 - text: >
     Then talks again. $\n 
     -No matter, I'd rather wait till they turn on the water. Take this instead. It served me well. $\n
     
line:

 - text: >      
     He hands you the sword.   

   choices:
     - text: Take it.
       link: world1_6


---
id: world1_6
line:

 - text: >
     Once it leaves his hands, the sword starts to feel brittle to the touch. Once beautifully
     ornamented, sheath decayed and the steel beneath it rusted through. You doubt it will survive more
     than one blow.

line:

 - text: >
     The man starts laughing quietly, as his flesh and the walls around dissolve into the oncoming darkness.
     The floor beneath your feet disappears.

   choices:
     - text: Continue to the next light, with a deadman's sword in your hand.
       link: person1_1

