I don't wanna get raped D: Walk away from the cab.

You shake your head at the driver and indicate that you don't want to get in. He waves his arm dismissively at you and turns back to his newspaper.

You find yourself standing outside the airport terminal again. The scene is unchanged from the last time you stood here about 5 minutes ago. Steve is leaning against a wall smoking another cigarette and looking at you with an amused expression from under the brim of his hat.

Focus: 4/8

Remember you can examine most objects.

Head South, to the town centre. I remember my history classes and Philip II's build plan for colonies and remember there has to be a church and the city hall right in front of the central plaza of the town centre.
First ask steve if he wants to join in.

Ask if I can borrow a cigarette from Steve and also ask where he plans on going/what he plans on doing.

Read the letter, it may have important information.

Going with first direction.

You start off down the street to the South, hoping that your own legs will be a more reliable option than using the taxi driver. Shanties pass by on either side. The occasional 1950s vintage car rattles past, raising a cloud of dust, but you see very little of interest. Apparently the locals do find you interesting, however, as dust-covered faces follow you down the street. After half an hour of walking you come across a whitewashed church with a square tower. A large group of children kick a battered looking ball around. As you stand in front of the church, a poor touch of the ball sends it in your direction and it rolls towards you.

North to the Airport; South to what you presume to be the town centre. West to the Church.

Focus: 5/8

Go inside the church and investigate.

Grab the ball, sign it, then kick it towards the kids. Enter the church afterwards and pretend you are Mephisto - the local guardian diety of ______ (ill leave that to you)

Post has been edited 1 time(s), last time on Jun 26 2010, 10:23 pm by Wing Zero.

Take out your knife and stab the ball.

You ignore the ball, letting it roll past you. A child races after it as you approach the church door. Up close the building looks rather more shabby than it did from further away. The whitewashed surface is split by random cracks and stained with the dust which seems to get everywhere, and piles of filth have accumulated in the corners of the door frame. The sturdy wooden door is ajar and you push it open, entering the church. The air is cooler inside, and a pleasant draught blows lazily through the open door. Three tall white candles burn on the altar at the far end of the church, behind the rood screen. A priest, wiping his hands on his robe, hurries towards you down the aisle. He greets you in Spanish and you reply in English. It becomes clear after a few seconds that neither of you speaks the other's language, and you give up trying. Spreading his hands in an apologetic gesture, the priest shakes his head and smiles. As you turn to leave, he presses a piece of bread into your hand.

You are now outside the church again. The children are still playing football of the rest-of-world variety on the street corner.

Inventory: Sunglasses; Letter; $200; Bread
Focus: 6/8

Put on the shades and go back in the church.

You put on the sunglasses and stride confidently back into the church, hoping that your new badass appearance will cause the priest to speak English. However, your hopes are ill-founded and he simply looks at you until you feel embarrassed and slink back out the door.

You are once again in the street outside the church. The road leads North and South. Children are playing football.

Inventory: Sunglasses (equipped); Letter; $200; Bread.
Focus: 7/8

Go behind the church and examine the bread

You step out of the sun and into the shadows at the back of the church. The unsavoury smell of household refuse hangs thickly in the air - apparently coming from a dumpster pushed up against the side of a nearby shack. You take the piece of bread from your bag and look at it intently, perhaps for inspiration. It seems to be a hand-sized piece of unleavened wheat bread, probably used in church services. It looks surprisingly tasty but otherwise uninteresting. Maybe it is the fact that you're no longer standing out in the baking sun, or maybe you did feel inspired by the bread, but you feel more focused.

Focus: Available

Post has been edited 1 time(s), last time on Jun 27 2010, 5:00 am by CaptainWill.

So it was just a regular loaf of bread? I was hopeing for something exotic like rye or cinnamon. Oh well, time to farm for items.


Search that dumpster

Post has been edited 1 time(s), last time on Jun 27 2010, 5:18 am by Wing Zero.

The dumpster reeks of fish, rotting vegetables and the stench of bad chicken. Flies buzz angrily around your head as you approach and stick your hand in the trash.

In the movies the hero always seems to find something useful by rummaging through garbage. However, all you get for your efforts is a dirty hand. You still feel focused.

Focus: Available

Search the shack

You start towards the nearby shack. It's just like any other shack in the area and looks like it could fall down at any moment. Instead of a door, there is simply a door-shaped hole in the corrugated iron wall facing the alleyway. A dusty old woman sits on a dusty old chair to the side of the door, watching the world go by. As you draw close to her she points at you and shouts in Spanish. You hear movement from inside the shack and as you get to the threshold a villainous-looking little man bars your way. He wears a leer under his moustache and from the expression in his eyes you gather that he is not best pleased that you've just tried to barge into his home. A gleam of metal draws your eyes to his right hand, which you see is clenched tightly around a three-inch knife.

You begin to feel like you should use your focus ability...

Focus: Available

I suddenly realize that maybe there was a reason for the priest to have given me that bread, could there be something hidden in it? Let's investigate the bread!

*focus on learning Spanish*