The Library of Babel
“Oh time thy pyramids.”
You walk into the hexagonal room, pick up a book off the nearest shelf, flip to an arbitrary page, and begin to read:
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What would you like to do now?
- Scream in existential agony.
- Fling yourself down the nearest stairwell.
- Fling this book down the nearest stairwell.
- Wonder "Who designed this stupid library, anyway?!?".
- Examine another book at random.