var mess = new Array('This is the island of Buck Riley, where wolves run free and people die.<br><br>So lovely of you to visit! As it happens, we haven&#39;t had very many visitors since... the &#39;incident.&#39; You know the one...<br><br>You don&#39;t? Thank God! Though, I&#39;m sure if you knew about it, you wouldn&#39;t have come to visit. It makes me shudder just thinking about it, the way that poor girl&#39;s arm was gnawed off, Thom Yorke chanting all the while, &#39;I will eat you alive. I will eat you alive. I will eat you alive. I will eat you alive.&#39; There was honey and milk everywhere, all the gnats just picking the bones clean, and the <i>stench</i>...<br><br>Oh, well, that&#39;s a story for another day. The important thing is that you&#39;re here, now, you lovely, unfortunate person, you. Don&#39;t worry, I&#39;ll keep an eye on your boat. It won&#39;t go anywhere. I promise. Stop worrying! There&#39;s really no need, and you&#39;re making me nervous. Wolves can sense that, you know, the worrying, and they love a good meal full of zesty stress and worry.<br><Br>Enjoy yourself, and don&#39;t get into TOO much trouble. If you click in the wrong place, it just might be the last thing your finger ever does!<br><Br><br><Br><br><Br><br><Br><br><Br>','Welcome to my humble abode, Happy Traveller! I hope you&#39;ll find the accommodations to your liking, fresh sheets, toilet paper in the bathroom and all that. Everything should be easy to find, and there&#39;s plenty of goodies hidden around.<br><br>Oh, it&#39;s really nice to see you here, really. I get so lonely sometimes, sitting on the porch, talking to the wind, hoping the news will carry and someone will hear my voice. But now that you&#39;re here, this place seems cozy, and I don&#39;t have to huddle in the corner to get warm. Not that you&#39;ll have to do that if you stay! No! There&#39;s plenty of warmth here, my friend, now that you&#39;re here.<br><br>Oh, don&#39;t go! Please stay a while, and look around at least! I&#39;ve got so much to show you, to share with you! If you go, I won&#39;t be able to share it. You wouldn&#39;t leave an old wolf without a body to share with, would you?<br><br>There, thank you. You&#39;re a fine soul. I can see it in you. Really! I can! OK, I can&#39;t, but I believe it to be true.<br><br>I open my home to you. Look around, read my journals, listen to my records. My home is your home!<br><br>Me? I&#39;ll stay here, if you don&#39;t mind. It sure is a fine day to just sit on a porch and watch things happen...<br><Br><br><Br><br><Br><br><Br><br><Br>','There&#39;s nothing to be afraid of, child, nothing really. Come closer. I have something for you here...<br><br>You see this, here in my coat? This is where I live. This little white space in this little ball is my home. It&#39;s modest, sure, maybe not much to look at on the outside.<br><br>But let me tell you a secret, child. On the inside, there&#39;s treasures beyond what your imagination can conceive. It&#39;s true! No, it&#39;s not any kind of gold or ruby. Useless, worthless things! No, inside here are things you cannot touch. Truth is worth so much more than gold. Light is worth a life! Music is worth a soul! But I wouldn&#39;t put such prices on these things. That would sully them.<br><br>You&#39;re curious, I can see. Well, my child, I&#39;ll let you in, if you wish. You can experience that which is greater than gold. There are no strings attached... Well, except for one...<br><br>If I let you in, you have to promise to share it with someone else, for these priceless things are not to be hoarded away, but to be given freely to anyone that wishes to have it.<br><br>Enter, my child, and touch that which can&#39;t be touched.<br><Br><br><Br><br><Br><br><Br><br><Br>','Wait a minute...<br><br>Just who do ya think you are, bargin&#39; into a stranger&#39;s home unannounced without a gift? Oh, don&#39;t tell me you didn&#39;t know! We have rules here, fella, and you better get back in line before you get hurt!<br><Br>Aww, who am I kiddin&#39;? Truth is, I&#39;m glad to see ya. Ain&#39;t no one come &#39;round these parts in many a moon. Use to be lots of people to sheriff, back when times was good. Everyone done up and left since, though...<br><br>You&#39;re a browser, ain&#39;t ya? A surfer? I heard about you types. You travel pretty fast, never stop to enjoy the scenery. Let me tell ya, I&#39;ve done the fast lane life myself, when I was younger. I don&#39;t remember none of it, though...<br><br>I guess what I&#39;m tryin&#39; to say is, &#39;Settle down. Rest a while, enjoy the scenery.&#39; It might not look like much, but this here place has got plenty to look at, if you know where to look. I can show ya, if you&#39;d like.<br><br>I know, sometimes you&#39;re in a hurry, and that&#39;s fine, but if you&#39;ve gotta jet, remember my little town. &#39;Bookmark it,&#39; as they say.<br><br>Though, I&#39;m really keen on you stayin&#39;. It&#39;d be nice to have someone to trade stories with for once. I tell ya, I got plenty to tell. Listen, just make yerself at home.<br><br>Oh, me? Name&#39;s Buck. Pleasure to meet ya.<br><Br><br><Br><br><Br><br><Br><br><Br>','Processing...<br>Hello, &#39;Guest.&#39; I am the Wolfatron 5000. My directive is to welcome you to the home of Buck Riley, with whom you will soon be acquainted. Life is mediocre, but it is a living.<br>Follow me, please... You are now in the Navigation Chamber. You will notice panels on the wall opposite your person. These panels, when activated, will teleport you to your desired room. Do not be alarmed. Teleportation will be painless and conserve energy. You will find everything you need here. Please do not touch the white space, as it may not be to your advantage as a visitor...<br>...<br>Please wait...<br>...<br>Automatic Reboot Sequence initiated. Loading extensions...<br>Your Operating System was not shut down properly. Initiating System Diagnostic Procedure.<br>...<br><br>Welcome. Processing...<br>Hello, &#39;Guest.&#39; I am the Wolfatron 5000. My directive is to <b>kill all humans.</b> Life is mediocre, but it is a living.<br>Follow me <b>to your doom</b>, please... You are now in the <b>Torture Chamber</b>. You will notice panels on the wall opposite your <b>useless sack of flesh</b>. These panels, when activated, will <b>mutilate your organs and cells into atoms and transport your dismembered water containment unit</b> to your desired room. Do not be alarmed. <b>Your demise</b> will be painless and conserve energy. You will find <b>rotting corpses of meaningless flesh sacks</b> here. Please do not touch the white space <b>you slow-witted monkey</b>, as it may not be to your advantage as a <b>useless, fragile air breather</b>.<br>Please enjoy your stay. <b>It is feasible that you will not have arms in the event that you are able to escape.</b><br>');
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