At last. After seventeen miserable years of pageants and parades, recitals and recordings, corsets and character shoes; after teachers who told you to concentrate, advisors who said you wouldn't make it, friends who didn't understand; after comedy and tragedy and Johnny One Note in your own little corner where you could have danced all night, you made it. You danced. You sang. You batted your eyes at every cute young techie in the building.
2nd place (out of 24) in the 15th Annual Interactive Fiction Competition.
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Well implemented, but severely overwritten.