Through the Looking-Glass · a game in verse
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
Brillig is the copper hour before dark. Take the vorpal blade — a bookbinder’s knife that un-writes what it cuts. Cross the sundial lawn. Rest by the Tumtum tree. When the wood whiffles, strike.
WASD or arrows walk · mouse drag or Q/E look · Space strike · Shift haste · Enter turn the page · M hush