beginstate 10; message_dialog("Grevi's history I - We, the Grevi, has excisted as many years as the oldest demonlords. In our lands we have been waiting and waiting for the demonlords to let us leave the lands of our home, to trouble the humans.","");

beginstate 11; message_dialog("History on Grevi I - We Grevi are an ancient demonkind, that has excisted as long as the oldest of our Great Leaders.","");

beginstate 12; message_dialog("History on Grevi II - We are growing weak, because nobody knows that we excists. We are the strongest of demonkind, but we are not thought of.","");

beginstate 13; message_dialog("Grevi's History II - All the time we have asked our leaders, all the time they say no. Yet, they have said our time will come. We hope that time will come soon."Now you know why no one ever knew anything about them.","");

beginstate 14; message_dialog("History on Grevi III - The Haakais always look down on us, as if we are weaker than them, and the Imps, Demons and Mung Demons, always laugh at us. But we will show them! One day, we Grevi will rule in our lands! And then we will laugh at them!"So, the demons are very much like humans. At least in humor, and temperament.","");

beginstate 15;
message_dialog("Wiley's Poems, Volume 6.
Oh lovely earth of
green and brown,
so warm and soft
and nifty,
how come- up here
you're full of rocks,
-- while on the beach
you're sifty?
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Freckle, freckle, on my
nose,
I know not why it's me,
you chose;
or what you are; or
where you're from,
so I will kill you
with my thumb.");
break;

beginstate 16;
message_dialog("Wiley's Poems, Volume 5.
Little Earthworm
in the ground, you see no sight:
you here no sound.
You gnaw out tunnels
down beneath,
without the benefit
of teeth.
Without no feet,
no arm, no hand.
We are behooved
to understand-
just how, with
attributes so few,
they named a planet
after you.
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I love to smell the
dusty ground,
and taste the buttercup-
but most of all,
I love the sound,-
of water drying up.");
break;

beginstate 17;
message_dialog("Wiley's Poems, Volume 4.
I wonder.....
When the year at end doth
close its eyes to sleep,
just having passed
the torch anew te he that wakes-
reflecting what
was badly done,
how many sheep
it takes.
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In moments of
adversity,
when life's a
total wreck;
I thing of those
worse-off than me
And really feel
like heck.");
break;

beginstate 18;
message_dialog("Wiley's Poems, Volume 3.
Feature the cone,
and the function thereof,
it stand on its orifice,
and points straight above.
Inverted and filled,
it will tumble at once,
no wonder the cone
symbolizes the dunce.
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'Tis the time of the year
when they cry and they shout,
"Give us a run!"
and "Throw the bum out!"
The knuckler, the curve,
and the play at the plate,
give all of the fans
the incentive to hate!");
break;

beginstate 19;
message_dialog("Wiley's Poems, Volume 1.
It's hard to take a sphereshaped rock-
and try to bounce,
or flip it,
but if you find
a flat one-
then you might as
well just skip it.
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Woe, that I should
be so bland,
- else I could
yield a blotter,
that spreadeth
over all the land,
-- and sucketh up the water.");
break;

beginstate 20;
message_dialog("Wiley's Poems, Volume 2.
There was an old lady who
lived in a shoe.
She had so many children,
she didn't know what to do....
so she moved into
a split-level brogan.
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Most of my poems
are written in haste,
and are therefore
resultantly lacking
in taste.
Yet people who read them
and think they are fine,
must surely have taste
just as rotten as mine.");
break;