documentation progress

strings/text_016.txt

@@ -0,0 +1,75 @@
+[0000] Each tombstone has an epitaph written on it.
+[0001] 1643
+
+Here lies Newberry Will,
+His life was finished 'cause he took ill,
+But none'll miss him, he should've been wiser,
+'Tis his own fault, for bein' such a miser.
+[0002] Here lies the body of Mary Ann Lowder,
+She burst while drinking a seidlitz powder,
+Called from this world to her heavenly rest,
+She should have waited till it effervesced.
+
+[0003] To the ever living memory of Hiram Bennet,
+baby son of Edward and Sarah Bennet,
+who by a sudden-surprize fell asleep,
+the 11th day of November, 1553
+Aged 6 months.
+[0004] Six feet beneath
+This funeral wreath
+Is laid upon the shelf
+One Jerry Jones,
+Who dealt in bones,
+And now he's bones himself.
+[0005] Lord Coningsby
+1559 to 1626
+
+Sleepeth here in peace:
+an honorable man, a valiant soldier.
+He served his country well.
+[0006] I plant these shrubs upon your grave, dear wife,
+That something on this spot may boast of life.
+Shrubs must whither and all earth must rot;
+Shrubs may revive: but you, thank heaven, will not.
+[0007] Beneath this stone, a lump of clay,
+Lies Uncle Peter Dan'els,
+Who, early in the month of May,
+Took off his winter flannels.
+[0008] Dr. I Letsome
+
+When people's ill they come to I,
+I physics, bleeds, and sweats 'em;
+Sometimes they live, Sometimes they die;
+What's that to I? I Letsome.
+
+[0009] Here I lie with my three daughters,
+Who died drinking Chelt'nam waters.
+If we had stuck to Epsom Salt,
+We should not sleep in this cold vault.
+
+[0010] Strong and athletic was my frame;
+Far from my native home I came,
+And manly fought with Simon Byrne;
+Alas! but liv'd not to return.
+
+Reader, take warning by my fate,
+Lest you should rue your case too late;
+If you have ever fought before,
+Determine now to fight no more.
+[0011] Thorp's Corpse.
+[0012] There is nothing of importance in the old tree.
+[0013] One of the graves is marked by a cross.
+[0014] An old, rotting tree adds appropriate charm to the decrepit cemetery.
+[0015] The hole is empty.
+[0016] This run-down, gloomy cemetery gives you the creeps! Many of the old tombstones have fallen over, and the entire place is overgrown with grass and weeds. 
+[0017] Try somewhere else. The ground is too hard here.
+[0018] You don't know what to dig for...yet.
+[0019] You have nothing to dig with.
+[0020] The terrifying zombie senses your obsidian scarab. It immediately retreats and goes back to whence it came.
+[0021] To wander forever is now your fate.
+[0022] Oh, Oh! You've broken your shovel!
+[0023] You dig a small hole at the grave of the old miser. Aha! You have found a bag of gold coins!
+[0024] You carefully dig a small hole at the poor baby's grave. What is this?! You have uncovered a silver baby rattle!
+[0025] You dig a small hole at the grave of the Lord of the Manor. Gotcha! You have found an impressive Medal of Honor!
+[0026] You dig a small hole...but find nothing of interest.
+[0027] You bend down, pick it up, and carry it with you.