"That's why they call it the jungle, sweetheart..."

The jungle is mystically cool. Great leaves block the pounding rays of the sun, leaving only small beams that slip between branches and around vines. A slight breeze stirs from somewhere within the very heart of the land, soft and tantalizing. The sweat which covers you comes not from the heat but from the hard work of slicing through the tangled web of greenery with the blade of your machete. It trickles into your eyes, making them sting, and you wish you'd worn a hat.

You pause, draw your arm back, and slice again. The zing of the blade is somehow musical. It cheers you, knowing that with each step you are closer to your goal.

The map is tucked into one of the inside pockets of your vest. You've just about memorized it, but even so you stop to consult it whenever there seems to be a bend in the path. Some path, you think, lifting the machete and slicing through another vine. You hope that the Aztecs...or the Mayans...or the Sublunarians...whoever built the place, had kept it clearer in their day. Otherwise, going to church would have been a real pain.

All right, going to church is a rather simplistic way of looking at it. You've heard all about the gruesome rituals which had been performed in temples like this. Lines of prisoners, sacrificed one by one, their hearts removed with obsidian blades and cast into the mouths of stone idols, until the hollow statues were gorged with bloody remains...

Good thing those days are over. Aren't they?

After all, the famous archaeologist Indiana Jones followed this path only a month ago, in search of the fabled Temple of Sublunaria, and no one has heard from him since then. You were determined to discover what happened to Dr. Jones, but so far all you've found is an old map that led you through a vine-choked jungle.

How much longer until you reach the temple? And what dangers will lie within it?

Despite your exhaustion, you lift your machete once more.

Clang! The blade strikes stone and the blow reverberates down your arm. You let go, and the machete falls to the ground. You shake your arm, then turn to look.

Stone! It was stone...carefully, using your hands, you tear away the stubborn remains of the overgrowth, feeling the slimy juices of the plant oozing beneath your fingernails. You bare the stone, quickly realizing that you are at the corner of the structure. There is a fresh chip where you banged it with the machete.

It doesn't take long to find the beautifully carved doorway, decorated with ancient symbols of the moon. There's a strange energy in the air that only adds to your excitement. Could Indiana Jones himself have passed this way?

Yes! Half-hidden in the shadows you see a large, battered pack. On top of the bag is a fedora. The tag reads, Dr. H. Jones, Jr., Barnett College. When you open it, you find all the equipment that you'll need for your exploration: torches, rations, maps, a compass, a book of notes, archaeological tools, and of course, a bullwhip.

You take a deep breath and put on the hat. It's a perfect fit. You attach the whip to your belt and shoulder the pack. And you know that it's up to you to explore the Temple of Sublunaria...and to find Indiana Jones!

You light your torch, ready to proceed. Night is falling and the moon rises high overhead. You hear the calls of the many jungle creatures echoing through the darkness.

Are you ready?

Take the bag, or follow the links at the top...