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{{UDAct|To the north, the city, broken-up and blackened, no longer offers its time. A gap or another, parting rows of buildings here and there, lets you see unrecognizable streets. Directly across from where you stand is a motel, collapsed inwardly. You suppose it served as a way up the wall, though going back doesn't seem right.<br><br>To the south, cornfield yellow and green, stretches unmaintained for as far as can be seen. Country roads cut grids in the fields, with a water tower sprouting up near, a patch of woods further, and a gas station farthest.<br><br>Along the wall, made of concrete and protruding rebar, barbed wire is laced; your feet, charred-looking with thin slices of red, are caught in it. }}
{{UDAct|To the north, the city, broken-up and blackened, no longer offers its time. A gap or another, parting rows of buildings here and there, lets you see unrecognizable streets. Directly across from where you stand is a motel, collapsed inwardly. You suppose it served as a way up the wall, though going back doesn't seem right.<br><br>To the south, unmaintained cornfield yellow and green stretches for as far as can be seen. Country roads cut grids in the fields, with a water tower sprouting up near, a patch of woods further, and a gas station farthest.<br><br>Along the wall, made of concrete and protruding rebar, barbed wire is laced; your feet, charred-looking with thin slices of red, are caught in it. }}


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Revision as of 02:56, 8 May 2014

Ingame
Southern
Wasteland
Connor's Motel
a field
border
border
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a cornfield
a cornfield
a cornfield
You are the Protagonist. You have 30 Hit Points and 5 Experience Points. You have ? Action Points remaining.

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You are on a wall. Sunken in places but nonetheless continuous, the wall stretches east and west endlessly. To north is city, and south, cornfield.

To the north, the city, broken-up and blackened, no longer offers its time. A gap or another, parting rows of buildings here and there, lets you see unrecognizable streets. Directly across from where you stand is a motel, collapsed inwardly. You suppose it served as a way up the wall, though going back doesn't seem right.

To the south, unmaintained cornfield yellow and green stretches for as far as can be seen. Country roads cut grids in the fields, with a water tower sprouting up near, a patch of woods further, and a gas station farthest.

Along the wall, made of concrete and protruding rebar, barbed wire is laced; your feet, charred-looking with thin slices of red, are caught in it.


Possible actions:
Find a way down
Inventory:
You carry only 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. You wear a crumpled paper party hat.


Epilogue