Zork

Mist	Score: 0	Moves: 23
> get out of car The Trident dies as you vacate the front seat. > bang on canopy in frustration Grrrr.....just for that, I'm repossessing the keys. > hey you can't do that It's my grandmother's, man. I can do whatever I want. And speaking of which, the mist around here is beginning to thicken into a sinister fog. You may have just lost your way. Go north Go south Go east Go west