West of House
You are standing in an open field west of a white house, with a boarded front
door.
Feldar is here!
>brief
Brief descriptions
>Look at Feldar
A spooky poet or a technogeek? You decide. Either way, a believer in our work and why we do it.
>verbose
Maximum verbosity
>Look at Feldar
Father of three, back-rubbin' husband, future master of science, spooky poet, technogeek, writer of books, super-Zork-fan, student of Talmud, lover of broccoli like his friend Jonathan Reeve, and pretty fly for a white guy, Feldar stands 5'11", mostly bald with some close-cropped side hair. He grins and says, Greetings, player! Glad you're here.
>Feldar, what are you listening to now-adays?
Feldar says, "Glad you asked!" He hands you a sheet of vellum, upon which is scrawled:
Feldar's Current Beat-it-to-Death-Playlist:
They Might Be Giants - NO!
Norah Jones - Come Away With Me
311 - 311
Ben Folds Five - Ben Folds Five
Indigo Girls - *
[Bobby D|Bob Dylan] - *
Various hand-crafted mixes (I'll send you one if you ask nice.)
i am sam - soundtrack
He pauses, and offers you beer, wine, or sangria.
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