You are at the far end of a dank passageway heading north. A wooden door leads east.

The tunnel turns a corner here. You could go either north or east.

The Antharian granola mines can be entered to the east, and a major road leads west. Signs of the granola riots are everywhere. Speaking of signs, there's one next to the mine entrance.

You have just located a serious bug.

This is a forest, with trees in all directions. To the east, there appears to be sunlight.

You are in the lobby of FrobozzCo International's World Headquarters, an impressive four hundred story structure. Wide stairs lead up and down; the main exit is to the west; an emergency exit leads east.

At this intersection, Centre Street cuts across Kennedy Street from northeast to southwest. A tall hotel has entrances to the east and southeast. The austere facade of Huang Hall rises to the west. Kennedy Street continues north and south.

This is a hall with polished marble walls. It widens slightly as it turns east at its northern and southern ends.

This is a narrow east-west passageway. There is a narrow stairway leading down at the north end of the room.

This is part of a spongy gray maze of twisty little synapses, all alike.

This is the northern end of a formal garden. Hedges hide the cavern walls, and if you don't look up, the illusion is of a cloudy day outside. The light comes from a large growth of glowing mosses on the roof of the cave. A break in the hedge is almost overgrown to the north.

You are at the bottom of a seemingly endless stair, winding its way upward beyond your vision. An eerie light, coming from all around you, casts strange shadows on the walls. To the south is a dark and winding trail.

This is a small closet with an exit to starboard. Upon entering the room, you are battered by tidal waves of depression.

This is a long and narrow passage, which is cluttered with broken timbers. A wide passage comes from the east and turns at the west end of the room into a very narrow passageway. From the west comes a strong draft.

This is the room of Frobar the Enchanter. There isn't much here in the way of furnishings, Frobar being a pretty dull kind of guy.

This small open area stands at the old north gate of the castle, now badly rusted. Through the gate, a forest can be seen. To the west, a hall glows with light, and to the south, the dark castle can be reentered. A narrow passage to the east leads to the base of the northeast tower.

You have reached the sandy bottom at the deepest point of Lake Flathead. Beautiful freshwater fish swim among slowly waving spenseweeds.

This is the northern end of a formal garden. Hedges hide the cavern walls, and if you don't look up, the illusion is of a cloudy day outside. The light comes from a large growth of glowing mosses on the roof of the cave. A break in the hedge is almost overgrown to the north.

This level is, frankly, the station's entire reason for existence. Forms and documents are printed here for Stellar Patrol ships and Third Galactic Union offices all across this sector of space.

You're hanging from the high wire.

This is a large rectangular room. The east and west walls were used for storing safety deposit boxes, but all have been carefully removed by evil persons. To the east, west, and south of the room are large doorways. The northern 'wall' of the room is a shimmering curtain of light.

This is the middle of the long hall. To the east is a large doorway opening onto the ballroom, and to the west is a stairway leading up.

Once the main branch of the Flatheadia Postal Service, this edifice now lies in deserted silence. A doorway leads north.

This looks like the entrance to a run-down amusement park, no longer gaudy with lights and glitter. A sign above the entrance proclaims 'Welcome to Bozbarland - The Entertainment Capital of the Empire.' The park lies to the west and a tunnel leads northeast.

The hallway ends here with a large doorway leading east, and smaller doorways to the north and south. The northern doorway is labelled 'Planateree Kors Kontrool.' The hallway itself leads west.

The elevator closes as you leave it, and you find yourself in a small, chilly room. To the north, through a wide arch, is an enormous chamber lined from floor to ceiling with thousands of cryo-units.

This was once the cargo hold of a spaceship, and is filled with fetishes of wood and clay, totems in the shape of strange beasts, and a great deal of withered fruit and grain. Openings lead fore and aft, and the umbilical tube is to starboard. There is dim illumination from ancient glow bulbs.

This is part of the Commuter Skybus System (CSS), built during the 2010's by the now-defunct Federal Energy Independence Agency. This station, built long ago by government funds, looks run-down and in need of repair.

This is an area of small trees and shrubs blending into a more imposing forest aft and into grassland forward.

You have landed on a shoulder of mind-numbing dimension. The hairs of the shoulder are like mighty trees, the pores like deep craters. Thanks to the thickness of the hair/trees, you could probably climb up the neck to the ear which looms above you.

This bright, airy hallway runs northwards from the living room to the apartment door. Tall, arched entrances lead east and west, and the bath is down a few steps to the southwest.

The storage area connects to the main living area of the hut through an open doorway to the west. A door which is open leads back into the forest.

Your footfalls echo across the ancient stone floor.

This twenty-thousand-seat theatre was renowned for its terrible acoustics, although Dimwit always claimed he could 'hear things great' from his box in the front of the theatre. Exits lead west and southwest.

You stand before a low rock platform, more like an afterthought of piled rocks or a glacial moraine than a work of artifice. You are pushed against the pile by the crowd around you.

You are on the east edge of a chasm, the bottom of which cannot be seen. A narrow passage goes north, and the path you are on continues to the east.

As you wander amidst these towering dunes of red Martian sand, you notice three distinct pathways: north, east, and west.

The east/west Wharf Road continues, with Outfitters International, a store which supplies ocean-going vessels, to the south.

This is a small chamber carved out of the rock at the end of a short crawl. On the wall is crudely chiseled the number '8'. The only apparent exit, to the east, seems to be a blur and a loud, whirring sound resounds through the rock.

The damp corridor continues east and west from here. A dark and forbidding stairway leads down to the south. In addition, a narrow passage leads to the north.

This is one of the storage areas. Exits lie to the east and south.

This is closet with a set of coat pegs.

You are at the foot of the stairs to the second floor. Open archways lead west and south.

You have come to a dead end in the mine.

You suddenly find yourself longing for the slime pits of Venus or the sandstorms of Mars. This particular section of Cleveland has exits to the northeast and south.

This is the nerve center of the space station, where every system can be monitored.

This is the bottom of a sheer cliff which towers above you. Jumbled rockfalls are all around you. A goat track (at best) leads up, and a well-worn trail heads west.

You are halfway between the northern and southern ends of the hallway; closed doors lie on either side of you.

This sprawling site along the river is a multiple unit disposal facility handling all of Rockvil's waste. Garbage is processed and shipped downriver for landfilling. Liquid wastes are dechemified and then dumped into the river.

This must be the sanitary facility for the adjacent dormitory. The fixtures are dry and dusty, the room dead and deserted. You marvel at how little the millenia and cultural gulfs have changed toilet bowl design. The only exit is north.