While you stand in front of the angry man, you take the bread out of your pack and start looking at it again. It's still the same old uninteresting bread, only now it has some unidentifiable muck on it from your dirty hand. While you look closely at the piece of bread, the man whose house you've just tried to walk into becomes impatient with your foolish antics and pushes you roughly away. It's possible that you are pushing your luck here. The man walks towards you, shouting, waving his knife and gesturing at you to leave.
Focus: Available
NB: The game will continue tomorrow. The first post in the thread gives you clues on how you should use "Focus", among other things. I advise reading it for those who haven't done so.
Post has been edited 1 time(s), last time on Jun 27 2010, 5:45 am by CaptainWill.
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Magic box god; Suck it Corbo
Offer the big angry dude 5 bucks for his knife
Im getting the feeling will is getting annoyed by our random actions (i was only trying to farm for items before continuing on with the story and the bread seemed important)
Post has been edited 1 time(s), last time on Jun 27 2010, 5:58 am by Wing Zero.
Put on your shades, showing the man that you're a badass and not to be messed with. I mean, sunglasses indoors!?!
Alternatively (and by alternatively I mean do this), FOCUS!
No Wing, its just that people's ideas that "OMG A PASTOR GAVE US BREAD THERE MUST BE SOMETHING HIDDEN" Is...laughable...its a common act of courtesy. The man can't speak to use in his language, so he instead speaks to us in the other language he knows - compassion. Maybe we should give the bread to someone who needs it. You know, someone without $200...
Read the letter already!
Win by luck, lose by skill.
I'm just going to say, you people are really bad at this kind of thing. This is no time for reading letters, or inspecting bread, or trying to buy a knife from someone who's about to stab you with it. Try doing stuff that makes sense in context (i.e. focus, because if the narrator strongly suggests you do something, do it), you'll win more.
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Actually I happen to agree with reading the letter...it might have listed a correspondent.
You bring out your wallet and slide a crisp five dollar bill out of the back pocket. Using expansive gestures you attempt to explain to the man that you want to exchange your money for his knife. However, the fact that the now-grinning man is aiming his knife at your throat suggests that flaunting your wad in front of an armed individual of dubious moral character in a poor area of town wasn't the greatest idea you've ever had. You begin to back away towards the main street, staying out of the knife's arc and watching the movements of the blade tip carefully.
When it becomes obvious that you are attempting to escape to the main road, the little man makes a sudden lunge with the knife and you dodge backwards, stumbling over a piece of debris. You drop the five dollar bill as you hit the ground, then scramble quickly to your feet before the man can attack again. You continue to walk backwards towards the street. The man picks up your money and waves it mockingly at you, laughing. This gives you time to turn tail and run back to the street.
You find yourself outside the church again.
You lose a Luck Point and $5.
Luck Points: 5
Focus: Available
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You people are bad at this
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I'll choose to do something logical and read the letter.
Inferno ftw!!!!
Haha ya'll made fun of me for waving money at a taxi driver and you almost got killed! =D
I'll choose to do something logical and read the letter.
do something logical and read the letter.
Win by luck, lose by skill.
Magic box god; Suck it Corbo
Damn I lost 5 bucks, good thing I didn't say 20
So, Will...what does the letter say?
That will be revealed when I have a bit of time to dedicate to the game. I'm moving house at the moment so things are a bit chaotic. However, sometime tomorrow I will have time to sit down and write out this belated letter.
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Make the letter reveal that the whole scenario is a dream created by your subconscious, like the pokemon coma theory.
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I imagine it will go something like this,
Dear Sir,
Your last car payment is over three months past due. We have applied the proper late fees and have brought your total owed to $4593.53. If you fail to pay this amount in full by the first of July, we will repossess your car and turn over the claim to a "break-knee-caps" style collection agency.
Cordially Yours,
Mercedes Benz of America
After waiting for what seems like an eternity, you pull the envelope from your bag and, standing in the 2 o'clock sun outside the church, remove the letter. You unfold it and read:
Dear Mr. Hunter,
I am delighted to welcome you, on behalf of the Marathon Outreach Association, on board our July expedition to Ebianova. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity to make a difference to some of the most impoverished rural communities on the planet. Your volunteer group, consisting of yourself and five others, will be led by Dr. Sean Harcourt. Sean is a specialist at the kind of work we do, and has fifteen years of experience working on voluntary projects in South America; he will be your leader, guide, medical doctor and mentor during the challenging weeks ahead of you.
We hope you have a pleasant journey to San Fernando - on your arrival at 1124 you will be met by Dr. Harcourt, who will take you to meet your volunteer group. If you have any problems, for whatever reason, please call the contact number provided at the end of this letter. You will find a telephone in the airport lobby.
Yours sincerely,
Margaret Longman,
MOA Operations Officer, South America
P.S. You may find it useful to learn some Spanish before travelling - the locals do not speak much English!
Hmm, looks like you caught a later plane - you arrived at 1pm, not 11:24am. A contact number and address in another part of town are enclosed. You may use them at any appropriate time.
You fold up the letter and put it back in your bag. You are standing outside the church - the airport is North. The road to the centre of town goes South.
LP: 5
Focus: Available
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Fuck this town. Go north back to the airport, see if we can either find Steve or else a courtesy phone.
You trudge back to the airport. The locals, though they seem to follow your progress out of boredom, do not bother you. You arrive to much the same scene as before: a quiet and dusty plaza with a single taxi, an alleyway to the West, and Steve sitting on the steps to the terminal entrance. He nods to you as you approach. According to your watch, the time is now 2:30pm.
Focus: Available
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