Dudley's dungeon

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A doorThrough me you pass into the city of woe:
Through me you pass into eternal pain:
Through me among the people lost for aye.
Justice the founder of my fabric mov'd:
To rear me was the task of power divine,
Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.
Before me things create were none, save things
Eternal, and eternal I endure.
All hope abandon ye who enter here.
        [ The Inferno, from The Divine Comedy of Dante
                Alighieri, translated by H.F. Cary ]

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You cast knock      
The doorThrough me you pass into the city of woe:
Through me you pass into eternal pain:
Through me among the people lost for aye.
Justice the founder of my fabric mov'd:
To rear me was the task of power divine,
Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.
Before me things create were none, save things
Eternal, and eternal I endure.
All hope abandon ye who enter here.
        [ The Inferno, from The Divine Comedy of Dante
                Alighieri, translated by H.F. Cary ]

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You hear a mumbled  
curseCurses are longstanding ill-wishings which, in Fantasyland,
often manifest as semisentient.  They have to be broken or
dispelled.  The method varies according to the type and
origin of the Curse:
[...]
4.  Curses on Rings and Swords.  You have problems.  Rings
have to be returned whence they came, preferably at over a
thousand degrees Fahrenheit, and the Curse means you won't
want to do this.  Swords usually resist all attempts to
raise their Curses.  Your best source is to hide the Sword
or give it to someone you dislike.
[ The Tough Guide to Fantasyland, by Diana Wynne Jones ]

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You open the doorThrough me you pass into the city of woe:
Through me you pass into eternal pain:
Through me among the people lost for aye.
Justice the founder of my fabric mov'd:
To rear me was the task of power divine,
Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.
Before me things create were none, save things
Eternal, and eternal I endure.
All hope abandon ye who enter here.
        [ The Inferno, from The Divine Comedy of Dante
                Alighieri, translated by H.F. Cary ]

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You pick up the     
orangeWhat was the fruit like?  Unfortunately, no one can describe
a taste.  All I can say is that, compared with those fruits,
the freshest grapefruit you've ever eaten was dull, and the
juiciest orange was dry, and the most melting pear was hard
and woody, and the sweetest wild strawberry was sour.  And
there were no seeds or stones, and no wasps.  If you had once
eaten that fruit, all the nicest things in this world would
taste like medicines after it.  But I can't describe it.  You
can't find out what it is like unless you can get to that
country and taste it for yourself.
        [ The Last Battle, by C.S. Lewis ]

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You pick up the     
orangeWhat was the fruit like?  Unfortunately, no one can describe
a taste.  All I can say is that, compared with those fruits,
the freshest grapefruit you've ever eaten was dull, and the
juiciest orange was dry, and the most melting pear was hard
and woody, and the sweetest wild strawberry was sour.  And
there were no seeds or stones, and no wasps.  If you had once
eaten that fruit, all the nicest things in this world would
taste like medicines after it.  But I can't describe it.  You
can't find out what it is like unless you can get to that
country and taste it for yourself.
        [ The Last Battle, by C.S. Lewis ]

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You pick up the     
orangeWhat was the fruit like?  Unfortunately, no one can describe
a taste.  All I can say is that, compared with those fruits,
the freshest grapefruit you've ever eaten was dull, and the
juiciest orange was dry, and the most melting pear was hard
and woody, and the sweetest wild strawberry was sour.  And
there were no seeds or stones, and no wasps.  If you had once
eaten that fruit, all the nicest things in this world would
taste like medicines after it.  But I can't describe it.  You
can't find out what it is like unless you can get to that
country and taste it for yourself.
        [ The Last Battle, by C.S. Lewis ]

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You pick up the     
orangeWhat was the fruit like?  Unfortunately, no one can describe
a taste.  All I can say is that, compared with those fruits,
the freshest grapefruit you've ever eaten was dull, and the
juiciest orange was dry, and the most melting pear was hard
and woody, and the sweetest wild strawberry was sour.  And
there were no seeds or stones, and no wasps.  If you had once
eaten that fruit, all the nicest things in this world would
taste like medicines after it.  But I can't describe it.  You
can't find out what it is like unless you can get to that
country and taste it for yourself.
        [ The Last Battle, by C.S. Lewis ]

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You pick up the     
bananaHe took another step and she cocked her right wrist in
viciously.  She heard the spring click.  Weight slapped into
her hand.
"Here!" she shrieked hysterically, and brought her arm up in
a hard sweep, meaning to gut him, leaving him to blunder
around the room with his intestines hanging out in steaming
loops.  Instead he roared laughter, hands on his hips,
flaming face cocked back, squeezing and contorting with great
good humor.
"Oh, my dear!" he cried, and went off into another gale of
laughter.
She looked stupidly down at her hand.  It held a firm yellow
banana with a blue and white Chiquita sticker on it.  She
dropped it, horrified, to the carpet, where it became a
sickly yellow grin, miming Flagg's own.
"You'll tell," he whispered.  "Oh yes indeed you will."
And Dayna knew he was right.
        [ The Stand, by Stephen King ]

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