HQ ORB new home shivers - 1031

G 0 START 1 input 0->1 11 Shivers: A brisk coastal wind still howls against the window of the shack. Occasionally the waves crawl in under the foundation, producing a low hum... 1->11 2 Shivers: REVACHOL FOREVER 3 Shivers: Overhead you hear the forlorn shriek of seagulls. Far below the birds -- a wooden boardwalk, filled with abandoned stands, tables and benches, echoes from a long lost time. 16 Shivers: A middle-aged man stands in a run-down shack on the edge of a fishing village, listening to the heater hum on the wall. 3->16 4 Shivers: You already were a part of their crew once. You can get drunk with them again. You're probably going to hang out there a lot, behind that cinder block house. It's where you belong. 18 makinitcleanhub 4->18 5 Shivers: Outside, the howl of the wind has picked up. The waves crash against the stilts again. It's as if you think the thought, but in someone else's voice... 12 Variable["village.hq_found_ruby_bullet"] 5->12 6 Shivers: A middle-aged man stands in a run-down shack on the edge of a fishing village. Nothing nods, no one salutes him. No sight of the fugitive. 6->18 8 Shivers: Behind the half-built cinder block house at the other end of the village there are three people, drinking. Your *new crew*. You don't need the old crew, oh no, you have a new crew to get drunk with. 8->4 9 You: Thank you, strange sensation, for a fair assessment of the current situation. 9->5 10 Shivers: This could have been you. This could still be you. A down-on-his-luck nobody, trying to survive. 10->18 24 You: Shake it off. [Discard thought.] 11->24 34 You: Listen. 11->34 13 Variable["village.hq_found_ruby_bullet"] 12->13 14 !(Variable["village.hq_found_ruby_bullet"]) 12->14 13->2 38 Shivers: LOOK UNDER THE FLOORBOARDS 14->38 15 You: My forward base for the coastal part of the operation. 15->3 16->18 17 Kim Kitsuragi: "Mhm..." The lieutenant looks around. 17->9 26 You: No, wait, I changed my mind, I want to choose again. 17->26 18->9 20 You: "This feels like a cozy hideout." 18->20 21 You: "This feels like a cozy hideout." 18->21 18->26 19 Shivers: Waves crash unto the beach, drowning the reeds. Far to the south a congregation gathers to a soup kitchen in a shelter for the homeless. An old woman gives out knitted scarves for free. 32 Shivers: Far to the southeast, two men and a woman dress themselves in ceramic armour. A shortwave radio hisses on the windowsill. One makes a salute. The other downs a drink. Weapons under the bed... 19->32 20->17 22 Shivers: Who are you talking to? There is no one here. Not even cold. 21->22 22->9 22->26 23 Shivers: Waves crash unto the beach, drowning the reeds. Far to the south a congregation gathers to a soup kitchen in a shelter for the homeless. An old woman gives out knitted scarves for free. 23->10 25 You: A possible resting spot for my fugitive is what it is. 25->19 39 Shivers: There is no going back. 26->39 27 Shivers: Far away, on the corner of Perdition and Main, a nondescript building, obscured in a haze. It's vacant and lost, just like its tenant. 27->18 28 Shivers: The room feels muffled, like you pulled your hat over your ears. Outside, it is cold and windy, but you're inside, and it feels safe and warm. 37 Shivers: WHAT IS THIS PLACE TO YOU? 28->37 29 You: It's free. That's good enough. I could live here. 29->23 30 You: Looks like this is my new home -- wonder where the old one went? 33 Shivers: Westward, across the canal, towers the Whirling-in-Rags. Door #1 on the second floor is locked, behind it lies a trashed room. One floor below, behind a counter, stands an irritable man. 30->33 31 Shivers: In a small shack in the fishing village, a baroque heater hums quietly, emanating a sense of comforting warmth. A washbasin lies on the table, the water inside reflecting the sombre face of the world. 31->27 32->6 33->31 34->28 35 WHATPLACE 35->15 35->25 35->29 35->30 36 You: My new hangout, where I could silently sit, drink and die while looking at the waves roll in. 35->36 36->8 37->35 39->5