Ingame
You are on a street. Cars have been opened and stores have been looted. Nothing moves. Old smears of gore mark the ground around the supermarket. Also here are Totes (45HP) and Volker (48HP).
A huge billboard recruiting for ambiguously named 'environmental volunteers' has been bent severely. Somebody has spraypainted useless wisdom across it.
- On the street again, not far from the bank, and not long after addressing the weirdness of Volker, which was not properly addressing when skimmed unaddressed, to be addressed impromptu and terribly because it will be past the point it should have been addressed, it already is, and here you all are. This you think.
At the end of the street, close to an intersection by a supermarket, close to unpleasant things that you do not want to mention to yourself (lost feet, frayed hair, lost emotions), is the first sign of past movement that does not seem years ago: cracked blood making an outline of a foot, not flowed with the preserved time of the blood and everything else around. It is interesting–it makes you indifferent. This is useless to you.
Past the street, and not long before another with a shadow (the lurching of a hollow building ready to fall, and atop that building a similarly lurching billboard), and this is where you all stop. Are you going where you think you are going? And then you all go again.
Possible actions:
- Next
Inventory:
- You carry a knife, a journal, a bloodied radio and a flare gun. You have a pistol (12) and three spare magazines inside your vest pouches. You are wearing a tactical vest, blue jeans, a white T-shirt and a pair of shoes.
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User:A Helpful Little Gnome
