function initArray(){
myArray = new Array();
for (var x=0; x<28; x++) {
myArray[x] = new Array(2);
for (var y=0; y<3; y++) {
myArray[x][y] = "1";
}
}
/* values for the array */
myArray[2][1] ="A small house";
myArray[2][2] ="You are on the front lawn of a small house.
Next to you is a large yellow bulldozer.
There are several people here.
One is laying in the mud in front of the bulldozer and the two others are discussing drinks at the pub.
You politely ask the men if they've seen your missing web page but none of them seem to notice you.
There is an intersection to the east.";
myArray[3][1] ="Drilling rig";
myArray[3][2] ="You can't go that way...old man Johnson might see you! But what's old man Johnson doing here anyway?
There is a drilling rig here.
The floor is covered in a black oily substance.
In fact EVERYTHING is covered in a black oily substance.
The only clean thing is a small projector in the corner of the room.
It APPEARS to be be projecting into a hole in the wall.
You wonder if there's a way to see what it's showing.
To the south is the door to the deck.
There is also a door to the east.";
myArray[4][1] ="A long winding trail";
myArray[4][2] ="You are on a long winding trail.
To the north is an intersection.
The trail continues to the south.";
myArray[5][1] ="The Crossroads";
myArray[5][2] ="You are at a crossroads.
The trail continues south.
To the north is a long winding trail.
To the west is a small house.
There is dense forrest to the east.";
myArray[6][1] ="Dense forrest";
myArray[6][2] ="You are in a particularly dense path of trees.
It is raining...oh wait my bad...You are surrounde by trees some drooling more than others.
There is a clearing to the north.
The dense forrest continues to the south.";
myArray[7][1] ="A long winding trail";
myArray[7][2] ="You are on a long winding trail.
Around you is some of the most beautiful scenery you've ever scene...er uh...seen.
Off in the distance you can see quaint farmhouses and fields filled with crops.
And look over there an old mill by a stream.
Oh isn't that cute children are running around by the mill...isn't that cute.
Where's Norman Rockwell when you need him?.
There is an old mill to the west.
To the south there is a river.
The long winding trail continues to the north and east(but you can't go that way because I haven't finished it yet)";
myArray[8][1] ="The river";
myArray[8][2] ="You are in a river.
To the north is a trail.
The current is too strong for you to follow the river to the east but you could swim west.";
myArray[9][1] ="The river";
myArray[9][2] ="You are in a swiftly moving river.
Downstream you can see the rapids DOH!.
As you drift down the river unable to fight the river's currents you pass the paddlewheel of a mill...you just might be able to escape that way
There are rapids to the west but if you're really lucky you might be able to climb up the paddlewheel to the north ";
myArray[10][1] ="The river";
myArray[10][2] ="You are in a swiftly moving river.
The banks are too steep for you to climb out of the river but to the north you can see the side of a building.
Pretty much the only thing you can do is follow the stream to the west.";
myArray[11][1] ="Dense forrest";
myArray[11][2] ="The forrest is extremely dense...in fact it's quite possibly the dumbest forrest you've ever seen.
You decide it would be a waste of time to ask such a dumb forrest about the whereabouts of your missing page
There is an intersection to the west.
The dense forrest continues to the north and east.";
myArray[1][1] ="A long winding trail";
myArray[1][2] ="You are walking down a long winding trail.
You still don't see the page you were looking for.
To the north you can just barely make out the ExtremeCooling.org 404 page.
The path continues south to a small intersection.";
myArray[12][1] ="Drilling rig";
myArray[12][2] ="That's funny there appears to be a drilling rig here.
There's something you don't see every day(in water powered mills anyway).
The floor is covered in a black oily substance.
In fact EVERYTHING is covered in a black oily substance.
The only clean thing is a small projector in the corner of the room.
It APPEARS to be be projecting into a hole in the wall.
You wonder if there's a way to see what it's showing.
To the south is the door to the deck.
There is also a door to the east.";
myArray[13][1] ="Drilling rig";
myArray[13][2] ="Holding your hand in front of the projector you see that the projector is showing a ghost.
This mystery's starting to come together!
You can hear old man Johnson in the other room...maybe you could set a trap for him.
There is a drilling rig here.
The floor is covered in a black oily substance.
In fact EVERYTHING is covered in a black oily substance.
The only clean thing is a small projector in the corner of the room.
It APPEARS to be be projecting into a hole in the wall.
To the south is the door to the deck.
There is also a door to the east.";
myArray[14][1] ="Drilling rig";
myArray[14][2] ="You can't go that way...old man Johnson might see you!
You can hear old man Johnson in the other room...maybe you could set a trap for him.
There is a drilling rig here.
The floor is covered in a black oily substance.
In fact EVERYTHING is covered in a black oily substance.
The only clean thing is a small projector in the corner of the room.
It APPEARS to be be projecting into a hole in the wall.
To the south is the door to the deck.
There is also a door to the east.";
myArray[15][1] ="Setting a trap";
myArray[15][2] ="You use some of the equipment to make a trap and then make a little noise to get old man Johnson's attention.
As he opens the door a spring-loaded boot on a stick kicks him in the butt.
He slides across the oily room into an ironing board and the force of the impact throws an electrical switch.
After the switch is thrown a plain old oscillating fan turns on and SOMEHOW manages to accelerate its self and the ironing board it's attached to (and I'm not even going to touch the problems introduced when you include the mass of old man johnson) to a high enough speed to get the lot airborne inside of 2 feet.
The ironing board fan and old man Johnson fly around the room about 14 times until the cord FINALLY gets tangled and jerks the ironing board/fan to a stop...sending old man Johnson careening across the room into a washing machine...after which you triumphantly slam the washing machine door closed.
It is only at this point that you wonder why the hell the trap you set (a heavy pipe balanced over the door) didn't work...oh well.
You call the police and when they arrive you explain to them how old man Johnson had found out that there were vast oil reserves in the land under the mill and had come up with this lame scheme to frighten off intruders by making them thinkthe place was haunted.
At this point you demonstrate how the projector projected the image of the ghost and unfortunately Scooby Doo is standing right beside the screen.
Frightened Scooby Doo scooby DOES...and the police sight you for not scooping.
Anyway the police haul off old man Johnson and I've no idea where the hell scooby went.
You are now standing alone in a room in the mill.
There is some Scooby doo on the floor.
There is an exit to the east ";
myArray[16][1] ="The rapids";
myArray[16][2] ="You move rapidly down the rapids.
As you bounce repeatedly off of jagged rocks you make sounds reminiscent of Homer Simpson (Doh doh doh).
Unfortunately I'm too lazy at this time to make the area that the rapids lead to so I'm just gonna be lazy and kill you...see you just cracked your skull open on that rock there.
You never knew what hit you or at least you wouldn't have known if I hadn't told you.
Better luck next time!
There are NO EXITS..you're dead the most you can do is drift downstream.
of course this whole thing is stateless so there's really nothing to stop you from pressing the back button on your browser.";
myArray[17][1] ="A deck";
myArray[17][2] ="You climb over the rail onto the deck.
That's odd there's all sorts of industrial equipment and pipe here.
You can hear the sound of machinery inside the mill.
There is a door to the north or you could climb back over the rail to the south.";
myArray[18][1] ="A long winding trail";
myArray[18][2] ="You are on a long winding trail.
It's beautiful country out here.
Everywhere you look it's like a postcard waiting to happen.
The sky is crystal clear.
Unfortunately you can't see any signs of that missing page.
The trail continues to the north and south.";
myArray[19][1] ="Dense forrest";
myArray[19][2] ="You are in a dense forrest.
You are surrounded by trees some dumber than others.
There is dense forrest to the west.";
myArray[20][1] ="A clearing";
myArray[20][2] ="You are in a clearing.
To the west is a completely uninteresting rift in the space-time continuum.
To the north there is a sturdy looking brick wall.
There is a particularly dense forrest to the south.";
myArray[21][1] ="A clearing";
myArray[21][2] ="You enter the completely uninteresting rift in the space-time continuum and are instantly transported through space and time...to the instant efore you entered the completely uninteresting rift in the space-time continuum.
I told you it was completely uninteresting!
You are in a clearing.
To the west is a completely uninteresting rift in the space-time continuum.
To the north there is a sturdy looking brick wall.
There is a particularly dense forrest to the south.";
myArray[22][1] ="A clearing";
myArray[22][2] ="You hit your head squarely against the sturdy looking brick wall I mentioned only moments ago.
Perhaps you should pay more attention
To the west is a completely uninteresting rift in the space-time continuum.
To the north there is a sturdy brick wall.
There is a particularly dense forrest to the south.";
myArray[23][1] ="A clearing";
myArray[23][2] ="You hit your head squarely against the same sturdy looking brick wall you ran into only moments ago.
I realize it's frustrating to not find that page but banging your head against the wall won't help matters.
To the west is a completely uninteresting rift in the space-time continuum.
To the north there is a sturdy brick wall.
There is a particularly dense forrest to the south.";
myArray[24][1] ="A scary ghost!";
myArray[24][2] ="There is a spooky ghost here.
Before the reality of the situation its you you br /iefly consider the idea of asking him about the location of your web page...but instead decide to quietly crap in your pants
You decide to run out the door to the east ";
myArray[25][1] ="The paddle wheel";
myArray[25][2] ="You have escaped from almost certain death by climbing up a paddlewheel.
This is the back side of that mill you may or may not have seen before...depending on what 404 page you came from.
Luckily there's a way into the mill from the back.
There is a deck to the north or you COULD brave the river again and go down.";
myArray[26][1] ="A VERY spooky old mill";
myArray[26][2] ="You are inside an EXTREMELY spooky old mill.
Those kids you saw before weren't playing...they were running for their lives!
There is a room (with a ghost in it) to the west but right now you'd rather runout the front door to the east.";
myArray[27][1] ="A spooky old mill";
myArray[27][2] ="You are inside a spooky old mill.
That's odd it didn't look this bad on the outside.
Everything is covered in cobwebs and dust.
Looking down you noice black oily footprints on the floor.
In a room to the west you can hear the sounds of machinery.
There is a room to the west .
The front door of the mill is to the east.";
nextPath("1");
}
var chosenPath = 0;
function nextPath(chosenPath){
document.getElementById("trailHeading").innerHTML = myArray[chosenPath][1];
document.getElementById("trailContent").innerHTML = myArray[chosenPath][2];
}