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{{UDAct|You look around. The two halves of the school, with the one on the right, a middle school, the other, a high school, stand boarded at the windows and the doors, but it appears to be an old job, and whomever did it left before the buildings were breached. It would make a good hiding spot, an idea that many others probably had.<br><br>The line of cars in the parking lot are bruised with rust and weathering, and a few school buses are a gross yellow. A wedge sticks out, with dried blood, a weapon of one of the buses. It looks familiar; you move done the lot. It has more blood all over the window; weather and rain has not touched it yet. Through the side door you see the inside empty; the occupants have left.<br><br>It has been a while. You feel rather dull, actually. Your friends are clearly inside one of the two schools, or both, or they were and now they are gone, or they are dead in a pile of bodies inside as it has not quite been clearly established as to how sadistic this world really is, and what it might do in response to this kind of thing; but with exasperation, and with the thought that they are obviously going to be still alive, so as to prolong thing, which would be to continue the custom, the prolonging of things. And you are going to have to explain Volker to them, and they probably will not believe you, for it will sound absurd.<br><br>You wonder which ones have been killed off.}}
{{UDAct|You look around. The two halves of the school, with the one on the right, a middle school, the other, a high school, stand boarded at the windows and the doors, but it appears to be an old job, and whomever did it left before the buildings were breached. It would make a good hiding spot, an idea that many others probably had.<br><br>The line of cars in the parking lot are bruised with rust and weathering, and a few school buses are a gross yellow. A wedge sticks out, with dried blood, a weapon of one of the buses. It looks familiar; you move down the lot. It has more blood all over the window; weather and rain has not touched it yet. Through the side door you see the inside empty; the occupants have left.<br><br>It has been a while. You feel rather dull, actually. Your friends are clearly inside one of the two schools, or both, or they were and now they are gone, or they are dead in a pile of bodies inside as it has not quite been clearly established as to how sadistic this world really is, and what it might do in response to this kind of thing; but with exasperation, and with the thought that they are obviously going to be still alive, so as to prolong thing, which would be to continue the custom, the prolonging of things. And you are going to have to explain Volker to them, and they probably will not believe you, for it will sound absurd.<br><br>You wonder which ones have been killed off.}}


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Latest revision as of 23:00, 31 December 2012

Ingame
Beyond
a field
a field
a field
parking lot
street
street
street
You are the Stranger. You have 32 Hit Points and 1 Experience Point. You have ? Action Points remaining.

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You are standing before Pridmore Way School, a wide stretch of cold brick building separated in the middle, a field behind, then woods. The parking lot is full. The doors to both buildings have been quite strongly barricaded.

Somebody has spraypainted Man is born free; and everywhere he is in chains onto a wall, the mark of a quoter, the profundity unimportant in generalities and unawareness. The paint is chipped and old, and many more messages are sprapainted here and there, for it is a school.

You look around. The two halves of the school, with the one on the right, a middle school, the other, a high school, stand boarded at the windows and the doors, but it appears to be an old job, and whomever did it left before the buildings were breached. It would make a good hiding spot, an idea that many others probably had.

The line of cars in the parking lot are bruised with rust and weathering, and a few school buses are a gross yellow. A wedge sticks out, with dried blood, a weapon of one of the buses. It looks familiar; you move down the lot. It has more blood all over the window; weather and rain has not touched it yet. Through the side door you see the inside empty; the occupants have left.

It has been a while. You feel rather dull, actually. Your friends are clearly inside one of the two schools, or both, or they were and now they are gone, or they are dead in a pile of bodies inside as it has not quite been clearly established as to how sadistic this world really is, and what it might do in response to this kind of thing; but with exasperation, and with the thought that they are obviously going to be still alive, so as to prolong thing, which would be to continue the custom, the prolonging of things. And you are going to have to explain Volker to them, and they probably will not believe you, for it will sound absurd.

You wonder which ones have been killed off.


Possible actions:
Enter Pridmore Way School (west) Enter Pridmore Way School (east)
Inventory:
You carry a knife; a journal and a notebook; a bloodied radio and a flare gun. You have a shotgun (2), 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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