To the north, you see a quaint downtown district that shows signs of recent renovation, and even more recent sudden collapse. A gastro-brewpub advertises trivia on Tuesdays. There are two bearded men sitting at an outdoor table with their beers, watching in rapt horror as the trolley speeds towards the people bound to the tracks.
To the north, you see a quaint downtown district that shows signs of recent renovation, and even more recent sudden collapse. A gastro-brewpub advertises trivia on Tuesdays. There are two bearded men sitting at an outdoor table with their beers, watching in rapt horror as the trolley speeds towards the people bound to the tracks.
Immediately to your south are the trolley tracks. On your left, the tracks diverge, leading towards the desperate, pleading faces of the track-bound.
On the other side of the tracks is an old grain silo preserved by a historical society. It looks freshly painted in white. In the distance, you see a block of slot houses all looking the same.
A woman in designer yoga pants is walking a panicked-looking husky.
On the side of the grain house is the words “OLDE MILL” in four-meter-high block letters. The original silo dates back to the late 1880s when the town was originally founded, before it was absorbed into the greater city metro. There’s a memorial plaque at the base, but you can’t read it because it’s on the other side of the tracks, and also because the speeding tram is in the way.
You expect that they may add a new memorial plaque after today.
The emergency alarms are blaring. There are screams ahead on the track.
You find that your mother has already emptied it and lays sweating against it’s metallic surface like some sort of heavily breathing walrus with questionable white stains just around her neckline.
Look North
To the north, you see a quaint downtown district that shows signs of recent renovation, and even more recent sudden collapse. A gastro-brewpub advertises trivia on Tuesdays. There are two bearded men sitting at an outdoor table with their beers, watching in rapt horror as the trolley speeds towards the people bound to the tracks.
You hear an emergency whistle from the trolley.
What do you do? _
Save game
Saved to slot 1. Name this save?
Kant-stop-me-now-2024-4-8.trolly
Saved as Kant-stop-me-now-2024-4-8.trolley.
To the north, you see a quaint downtown district that shows signs of recent renovation, and even more recent sudden collapse. A gastro-brewpub advertises trivia on Tuesdays. There are two bearded men sitting at an outdoor table with their beers, watching in rapt horror as the trolley speeds towards the people bound to the tracks.
You hear an emergency whistle from the trolley.
What do you do? _
Ponder downtown’s gentrification
Attempt to derail the trolly by pulling the lever while the front is past the switch track and the back isnt.
Throw a wrench at the wheel. I don’t think my aim is good today though, but it got quite the speed
Roll initiative
3
/etc/passwd
Check if it is Tuesday.
Look south
Immediately to your south are the trolley tracks. On your left, the tracks diverge, leading towards the desperate, pleading faces of the track-bound.
On the other side of the tracks is an old grain silo preserved by a historical society. It looks freshly painted in white. In the distance, you see a block of slot houses all looking the same.
A woman in designer yoga pants is walking a panicked-looking husky.
The emergency alarm of the trolley is blaring.
What do you do? _
Examine grain house
On the side of the grain house is the words “OLDE MILL” in four-meter-high block letters. The original silo dates back to the late 1880s when the town was originally founded, before it was absorbed into the greater city metro. There’s a memorial plaque at the base, but you can’t read it because it’s on the other side of the tracks, and also because the speeding tram is in the way.
You expect that they may add a new memorial plaque after today.
The emergency alarms are blaring. There are screams ahead on the track.
Go to grain silo
You find that your mother has already emptied it and lays sweating against it’s metallic surface like some sort of heavily breathing walrus with questionable white stains just around her neckline.
Examine trolley
Take Husky
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Get ye flask.
You can’t get ye flask.
Heh, that’s the name of my local news channel.