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S_location={{UDBox2|Woodland}} | S_color=Woodland|
S_location={{UDBox2|Woodland}} | S_color=Woodland|
SE_location={{UDBox2|a road}} | SE_color=road|
SE_location={{UDBox2|a road}} | SE_color=road|
location=You are in a field. Broad-leafed plants blanket the area. The air smells damp and somewhat digestive. A tall chain-link fence with barbed wire at the top stands to the south.|
location=You are in a field. Broad-leafed plants blanket the area. The air smells damp and somewhat digestive. Blocking the way south is a 9-foot-tall chain-link fence, crowned with rolls of barbed wire.|
profile=You are [[User:A Helpful Little Gnome/Profile4|{{UDLink|the Protagonist}}]]. You have 30 Hit Points and 5 Experience Points. You have ? Action Points remaining.  |
profile=You are [[User:A Helpful Little Gnome/Profile4|{{UDLink|the Protagonist}}]]. You have 30 Hit Points and 5 Experience Points. You have ? Action Points remaining.  |
inventory=::<span style="color: #BBCCBB">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.</span>|
inventory=::<span style="color: #BBCCBB">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.</span>|

Latest revision as of 03:30, 8 July 2014

Ingame
Southern
a field
Woodland
Woodland
a road
You are the Protagonist. You have 30 Hit Points and 5 Experience Points. You have ? Action Points remaining.

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You are in a field. Broad-leafed plants blanket the area. The air smells damp and somewhat digestive. Blocking the way south is a 9-foot-tall chain-link fence, crowned with rolls of barbed wire.

You seem to sink with each step, your head nearly dragging into the watery earth. As you suddenly reach sturdy ground you collapse atop it. You inhale with effort and exhale vaporized blood, repetition bringing cleaner breathing.

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