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@@ -44,21 +44,20 @@ $koncepodos1 = {
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'<center><img <<$set_imgh>> src="images/locations/oldtown/vacanthouse/koncepod.jpg" ></center>'
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'You walk into a large dimly lit lobby, in the corner sits the concierge. He looks like a kind old man, who looks at you with indifference.'
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'"I''m enquiring about the apartment", You mumble. "On the advert outside"'
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- 'According to the announcement? - I asked the old man to dislike - And I, you know-Does nobody said anything.'
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- 'I would like to have a look, - you said'
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- '- Remove want?'
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- '- We''ll see.'
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- '- Take off, rent, let tenants. They want, and the muddy. And I was a fool, learn the latest. '
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- '- Coda-then the other was-then, Rise, if Hosh, but I will not go with you, legs ache.'
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- 'Unpleasant, Squeaky and going with both of <<$pcs_nickname>>, voice Storico'
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- 'And obsharpannosti,dimly lit lobby with a corridor, barely discernible sounds from various apartments, merged into a ghostly mutterings acted on your nerves, Scold chill to the bone, whispering - "Run"'
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- 'He rummaged in a drawer - "Miracles are happening, then my dear..."'
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- '- Here''s,- croaked the old man and put your key in hand,'
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- 'You jerked at the touch of dry, cold, almost deathly fingers, but did not have time to clean - Concierge grabbed your arm and broke into a mad smile, revealing dark rotten, Rare teeth.'
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- '- And you young sensual....'
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- 'You broke and ran for the stairs, hearing the laughter behind the old man,multiplied echoes and reminds squeaking thousand doors.'
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+ '"There''s an advert?" Asks the old man seeming upset. "That''s odd, no one said anything to me about it being up for rent."'
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+ '"So can I have a look at it?" You say, wondering why you''re having to work so hard in this conversation.'
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+ '"You want to rent it"?'
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+ '"I want to look at it first. If its too much hassle to do your job I can leave."'
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+ '"OK then you can go look at the apartment. It''s upstairs, room 17. I will not go with you, my legs ache."'
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+ 'What an unpleasant man. He has you sign a registrar and then says, "Follow me <<pcs_firstname>>."'
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+ 'You follow him through the dimly lit lobby and down a corridor. You can hear barely discernible sounds from various apartments, merging into ghostly mutterings that ste the hair on the back of your neck on end. You hear what sounds like a whisper, "Run."'
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+ 'Stopping by an old dresser the old man rummages through a drawer, "Looks like you are in luck, my dear..."'
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+ 'The old man puts a key in hand, "Here."'
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+ 'You instinctively jerk your hand away at the touch of his dry, cold, almost deathly fingers. The concierge grabs your arm and breaks into a mad smile, revealing dark, rotten teeth.'
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+ '"So young and pretty...."'
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+ 'You break his grip and running toward the stairs, hearing the laughter behind from the old man, echoing up the stair well it sounds like a thousand doors creaking.'
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- act 'You get out and run out into the yard':pavserhom = 3 & psiha = 1 & gt'dvor'
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+ act 'Get out of here fast':pavserhom = 3 & psiha = 1 & gt'dvor'
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act 'View apartment':gt'koncepod1','krr2x1'
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}
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