You are inside the red-brick building. It is square and single-level, the windows above taped over. No one has bothered to finish the interior of the walls, seeing as how the red-brick is the same as the outside. Before you is the base of the radio tower on a shifted foundation. Above through an opening is sunlight. Little else is here.
- Mounting the cracked slab of floor and shielding your eyes from the sun, you look up at the figure.
Since your last turn:
- • Someone says "Good. Very good. You are the correct person. End-cycle, plus or minus one-hundred permutations. Good spread, actually. And you look thoroughly tired." (36 seconds ago)
- • Someone says "Might need to give your head a shave and take a look, just to be sure. Probably unnecessary. You are the correct person." (11 seconds ago)
- • Someone says "Haven't had the wrong one enter through that door." (2 seconds ago)
Possible actions:
- "I don't understand any of this."
Inventory:
- You carry only a whistle, a bent knife and a smashed radio. It has been a long ride. Your blue jeans are shredded; the T-shirt, stretched 2 sizes larger, is more red than white, and your shoes are unaccounted for. Overtop it all you wear a yellow rain jacket. Perched atop your head is a crumpled paper party hat.
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