Organical

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--APARTMENT DISTRICT-- Home]] It may be a barren, depressing unit, but it's your home. Despite being a cramped studio, it's pretty comfortable with just the two of you. You have all the necessities: kitchen appliances, single bathroom, a pull-out futon, and a cot where you usually rest your head. There was one small window in the den, but you prefer to keep the curtains closed... Unfortunately, it's time to leave home. (text-colour:yellow)[The best way to get to the pharmacy is through the Downtown District, which is coincidentally next to the Apartment District.] (if:(history: where its name contains "REFERRAL")'s length is not 1)[ - You will need to pick up the (text-colour:cyan)[REFERRAL] on the kitchen counter before you leave.] - Your Guardian is resting, laying upon the futon on the other side of the room. - The only other door in your unit leads out to the hallway, with all the other units. * Approach [[GUARDIAN]] (if:(history: where its name contains "REFERRAL")'s length is not 1)[* Approach [[KITCHEN COUNTER]]] (if:(history: where its name contains "REFERRAL")'s length is 1)[* Exit through [[FRONT DOOR->HALLWAY - 6th FLOOR]]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--APARTMENT DISTRICT-- Hallway - 6th Floor]] The hallway, long and narrow, smelled musty. Dimly lit with the occasional wall light. No windows, no natural light. A dirty green carpet stretched from one end of the corrider to the other side. Worn baby-blue wallpaper, peeled & stained, didn't do much to brighten the aesthetic... A directional sign on the wall adjacent from your door shows general directions for other apartment room numbers. The elevators were down the right side of the hall, while the door to the stair well was on the left. (text-colour:yellow)[You need to reach the 1st floor to leave the building.] * Take the [[ELEVATORS->ELEVATORS - 6th FLOOR]] * Take the [[STAIR WELL]] * Enter your [[FRONT DOOR->HOME]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--APARTMENT DISTRICT-- Home]] It's sad to see someone you love so dear so through such a grueling illness. They were like a superhero to you; undefeatable, willing to take the extra mile just to see you smile. Instead they lay there day in and out. Their breath is hoarse, desperately grabbing for air. It's scary to wonder if or when they would start to suffocate. [[RESINBREATH]] is a frightening beast. That's half the reason why you are afraid to leave... [[>>Back->HOME]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--APARTMENT DISTRICT-- Hallway - 6th Floor]] The elevator doors were open just enough to glance down into the vertical shaft. The elevator cabin itself was missing. * [[LOOK CLOSER->RUBBLE 6th]] [[>>Back->HALLWAY - 6th FLOOR]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--APARTMENT DISTRICT-- Stair Well]] Taking the stair well is the only way to travel in and out of the apartments. The elevators have been broken for years now and unlikely to get fixed anytime soon, or at all. The concrete stair well echoed with each step you took. An equally uncomfortable silence aside from your presence. As you traverse the staircase, you pass by various works of graffiti sprayed against the concrete walls. * Go to [[6th FLOOR->HALLWAY - 6th FLOOR]] * Go to [[1st FLOOR->HALLWAY - 1st FLOOR]] * Approach [[GRAFFITI]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--APARTMENT DISTRICT-- Hallway - 1st Floor]] The 1st floor hallway feels uncomfortably humid to walk into. Equally void of activity, the carpet here is tarnished with heavy foot traffic from use over time. It reeks of mold and decay. Halfway down the hallway opens up to a lobby. Dusty, empty... Also void of life. The 1st Floor elevators are further down the hallway, along with other apartment units. One of your Guardian's old neighbor friends, Mr. Townsend, is further down the hall, sitting slouched, his back against the wall. Looks like he's napping. The building's front doors are past the lobby. You are eager to feel the sun on your skin, but also hesitant to face the outside reality. * Return to [[STAIR WELL]] * Approach [[MR. TOWNSEND]] * Approach [[ELEVATORS->ELEVATORS - 1st FLOOR]] (if:(history: where its name contains "REVEAL1")'s length is not 1)[* [[EXIT THE BUILDING->REVEAL1]]] (if:(history: where its name contains "FRONT ENTRANCE")'s length is not 0)[* Exit [[APARTMENT BUILDING->FRONT ENTRANCE]]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--APARTMENT DISTRICT-- Stair Well]] A collection of works from different "artists". Some contained dark imagery, others were just childish depictions of genitalia. Some writing was made out of spite toward the region's Senator. Rather frequent amongst the scribble. You forgot what her name was. Not a big deal. A gloomy statement carved into one segment, "WE ARE SICK. NEED A CURE." You admire some of the graffiti that obviously took alot of effort. One piece in particular contained a sunset, lush with red & purple hues, taking over half of the wall with vibrant palm trees placed along the "frame" of the sunset. - You feel a sense of peace while you immerse yourself in this art piece. There is a sentence scratched into the graffiti piece. (text-style:"outline","expand")["Take me back"] [[>>Back->STAIR WELL]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--APARTMENT DISTRICT-- Hallway - 1st Floor]] The elevator doors were barged open. Inside was the remnants of the elevator cabin, seemingly crushed within itself after the supporting cable broke and sent it falling to its destruction. You don't see any bodies inside the rubble, thankfully. Only some broken suitcases & luggage trapped within the debris. * Look [[CLOSER->RUBBLE]] [[>>Back->HALLWAY - 1st FLOOR]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--APARTMENT DISTRICT-- Central Courtyard]] A bunch of residents, what remained of them, linger about the courtyard. Most of them are keeping to themselves. Few of them cling together, if only in groups of two or three. Two civilians sit alone, coughing into their hands, limped over themselves. Early stages of Resin Breath, perhaps... One particular woman near the corner of the courtyard is mumbling questionable things to herself while fiddling with her hands. The only exit out of the district was through a "checkpoint" gate, guarded by two enigmatic figures. * Go back [[INSIDE->HALLWAY - 1st FLOOR]] * Approach [[CHECKPOINT]] (if:(history: where its name contains "RESULT")'s length is not 1)[* Approach [[MUMBLING WOMAN]]]

NEW Log Entry 01 : "Resin Breath" "There isn't a scientific name for it, but the citizens around here call it that. Poor respiratory system with the addition of breathing this nasty air. Completely polluted with microtoxins emitted from those damn factories. Early symptoms include fatigue, lack of appetite, bad breath... Chronic cases tend to have trouble breathing, excess phlegm, coughing fits where the victim may occasionally choke and/or cough up a 'black tar' essence. Death by suffocation in the worst of situations." - They say it's contagious, but you show no signs of illness. [[>>Back->HOME]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/logentry_sfx.mp3" autoplay>

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--APARTMENT DISTRICT-- Central Courtyard - Checkpoint]] A middle-aged individual steps up to the checkpoint from the other side, pulling out what looked like a business card from their pocket. The resident scanned it on a nearby terminal before proceeding through sensors that were placed within the gateway. Those [["ARTIFICIALS" ->>ARTIFICIALS]] stood sentiently as the resident passed through, no twitching or any movement whatsoever. One of those robots are armed. - You have a bad feeling about this. * Walk through [[SENSORS]] * [[BACK OUT]]

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[(font:"courier new")[--APARTMENT DISTRICT-- Hallway - 1st Floor]] You lean in and scour through the wreckage thinking there may be something valuable to you. You tried to yank some of the suitcases out from the debris to no avail. (if:(history: where its name contains "\"WORK PASS\"")'s length is not 1)[ Within some of the littered papers among the rubble laid a small lanyard-type card, with the words "(text-colour:cyan)[WORK PASS]" printed in bold across it. A barcode with some stranger's signature across it.] (if:(history: where its name contains "\"WORK PASS\"")'s length is not 1)[* Take [["WORK PASS"]]] [[>>Back->ELEVATORS - 1st FLOOR]]

*You have found a (text-colour:cyan)[WORK PASS]. (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Images/Collectibles/collectible_workpass.png" alt="Work Pass" width="128px" height="128px">] [[>>Back->ELEVATORS - 1st FLOOR]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/collectible.mp3" autoplay>

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--APARTMENT DISTRICT-- Central Courtyard - Checkpoint]] The sensors immediately trigger a screeching alarm. Both Artificials come to life, quickly turning to confront your trespassing. (text-style:"smear","expand")[(text-colour:#f07575)[ "Biological Anomaly. Present your permit or disperse."]] * [["I need to get medicine for my Guardian." ->REPLY 1]] * [["Get out of my way."->REPLY 1]] * [["Uhm... I'll be right back..."->BACK OUT]] (if:(history: where its name contains "\"WORK PASS\"")'s length is 1)[* Scan [[WORK PASS]]]

You don't feel quite ready to leave the Apartment District just yet. It wouldn't hurt to explore the area a bit more, you think to yourself. (if:(history: where its name contains "SENSORS")'s length is not 0)[(text-colour:yellow)[Maybe finding some documentation would help you get past those guards.]] [[>>Back->FRONT ENTRANCE]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--APARTMENT DISTRICT-- Central Courtyard - Checkpoint]] The armed guard withdrew its piece and aimed it in your direction. The other guard took a step closer, towering over you. (text-style:"smear","expand")[(text-colour:#f07575)[ (text-style:"rumble")["Final warning. Present your permit or disperse."]]] * [["Please, my Guardian is terminally ill..." ->REPLY 2]] * [["Get split, you piece of scrap metal."->REPLY 2]] * [["Sorry, I'll leave."->BACK OUT]] (if:(history: where its name contains "\"WORK PASS\"")'s length is 1)[* Scan [[WORK PASS]]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/blunder_ready.mp3" autoplay> <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/artificial_soundeffect.mp3" autoplay>

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--APARTMENT DISTRICT-- Central Courtyard - Checkpoint]] After scanning the Work Pass you found, the tin people return to their posts, seemingly forgetting about the whole interaction. You pass through the gateway and carry on toward the (text-colour:yellow)[Downtown District]. With your initials impressions of the Artificials, you think to yourself: * [["They shouldn't be here."]] * [["They don't do any real harm."]] (align:"=><=")+(box:"===XXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[(font:"courier new")[Note: Certain choices you make during your play will be reflected later on in the story...]]

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Images/image_deathend.png" alt="Death" width="256px" height="256px">] The militant metal figure wasted no second. You hear a loud boom followed by a sudden imbalance. Collapsing to the floor next to your dismembered leg, the Artificials return to their positions, their backs toward your helpless form. None of the local residents pay any mind to the activity. - You start to feel cold. [[End->START]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/blunder_shoot.mp3" autoplay> <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/death.mp3" autoplay>

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[(font:"courier new")[A story of dependency, technology, & disposability]] Your loving guardian was given a referral for a "medicine". Right before the illness took hold of them, incapacitating, leaving them bed-ridden. You watched your guardian's health diminish overtime. There was only one way to save them. Sweeping across your studio apartment, looking high and low. You find the referral. Can't waste anymore minutes. It's time to go. You place the paper slip upon the counter as you get dressed & prepared. You begin to feel anxious. You have been withdrawn from the outside world for quite some time now. Without your loved one next to you, the world will feel much more alien. Not important right now. You must embark from home and [[reach the pharmacy no matter what.->START]]

Life seemed so much more peaceful without those metal freaks. But you still don't know enough to make any solid judgments yet. (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[Continue onward to [[--DOWNTOWN DISTRICT--]]]

You feel a sense of security, despite that hostile interaction. Things may seem bleak to others, but they could always be worse. You shrug it off. (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[Continue onward to [[--DOWNTOWN DISTRICT--]]]

End Prologue - Apartment District [[RECAP]] [[RESTART GAME->START]] * Enter [[DOWNTOWN DISTRICT->AMPITHEATRE]]

Your dear Guardian is gravely sick. If you don't go and get this mysterious medicine for them, it could spell the end. Of both of you. You took the referral and made your way out of the Apartment District. On your way out of the complex limits, you were confronted by two Artificials standing guard, demanding to see your "Work Pass". Fortunately, you were able to get past their checkpoint with one that you found. (background:(gradient: 0, 0,(hsl:60,1,0.5,0.4),0.4884,(hsl:0,0,0,0.4),1,(hsl:60,1,0.5,0.45)))[(if:(history: where its name contains "\"They shouldn't be here.\"")'s length is 1) [You don't know where those things came from, but you are positive life would be much better without them.]](background:(gradient: 0, 0,(hsl:60,1,0.5,0.4),0.4884,(hsl:0,0,0,0.4),1,(hsl:60,1,0.5,0.45)))[(if:(history: where its name contains "\"They don't do any real harm.\"")'s length is 1) [Those things may seem intimidating, but you feel comfortable enough around them.]] Regardless of how you feel, you hope you don't run into any more trouble. There is too much at stake already. LOG ENTRIES (align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[(font:"courier new")[APARTMENT DISTRICT]] 1.) [[RESIN BREATH]] 2.) [[THE "ARTIFICIALS"]] [[>>Back->--DOWNTOWN DISTRICT--]]

Log Entry 01 : "Resin Breath" "There isn't a scientific name for it, but the citizens around here call it that. Poor respiratory system with the addition of breathing this nasty air. Completely polluted with microtoxins emitted from those damn factories. Early symptoms include fatigue, lack of appetite, bad breath... Chronic cases tend to have trouble breathing, excess phlegm, coughing fits where the victim may occasionally choke and/or cough up a 'black tar' essence. Death by suffocation in the worst of situations." [[>>Back->RECAP]]

Log Entry 02 : The "Artificials" "They look like people, sort of, except made of metal. Upon closer inspection reveals the rivets & seams between the alloy plates that make up their overall anatomy. Their faces seemingly made of porcelain, shiny... Retaining a forever face of happiness, some with soft smiles and others wear hard, toothy grins. These tin folk speak, but their lips remain still. Dark, distorted voices emit from behind those unsettling faces. They appear larger-than-life, standing nearly two feet taller than an average civilian." [[>>Back->RECAP]]

NEW Log Entry 02 : The "Artificials" "They look like people, sort of, except made of metal. Upon closer inspection reveals the rivets & seams between the alloy plates that make up their overall anatomy. Their faces seemingly made of porcelain, shiny... Retaining a forever face of happiness, some with soft smiles and others wear hard, toothy grins. These tin folk speak, but their lips remain still. Dark, distorted voices emit from behind those unsettling faces. They appear larger-than-life, standing nearly two feet taller than an average civilian." - You are unsure of where these mechanical "people" came from. [[>>Back->CHECKPOINT]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/logentry_sfx.mp3" autoplay>

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/jT6yhHp/organical-title.png" alt="Organical" width="894px" height="129px">] (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[START->HOME]]] (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[HINTS]] (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[CHAPTER SELECT]] (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[CREDITS]] (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[(font:"courier new")[(Audio ON for best experience)]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/title_ambiance.mp3" autoplay>

You lean into the elevator shaft and gaze downward. A pile of debris, seemingly what was left of the elevator, settled down below. It was difficult to make out anything else. [[>>Back->ELEVATORS - 6th FLOOR]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--APARTMENT DISTRICT-- Home]] On the counter rests the (text-colour:cyan)[REFERRAL] (and a few dirty dishes). The referral was printed in green ink with a green diamond logo on top of the paper slip. The only written information on it was a signature scribble and a "lot number". The other information is left blank, but you will worry about it once you reach the pharmacy. * Pick up [["REFERRAL"]]

*You have picked up the (text-colour:cyan)[REFERRAL]. (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Images/Collectibles/collectible_referral.png" alt="Referral" width="128px" height="128px">] [[>>Back->HOME]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/collectible.mp3" autoplay>

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--APARTMENT DISTRICT-- Hallway - 1st Floor]] You approach the old man, his head limped down, legs sprawled out along the floor. A few emptied liquor bottles littered around him. You shake your head. Just a drunk down on his luck; sleeping his troubles away. You choose to leave him alone. Before turning away, you notice something on the old man's face. Closer inspections shows he had vomited a hefty amount of "black tar". His mouth & chin was stained with the vile excrement. A chill jolts down your spine. You press two fingers up against his neck. No pulse. * Search his [[POCKETS]] [[>>Back->HALLWAY - 1st FLOOR]]

You feel like absolute scum for looting a dead man. You think you could find something useful to you on him. Digging through his coat and jeans pockets, you find his apartment unit keys & a typed letter addressed to him from a company called "SimTech". The diamond logo on his letter is the same as the one on your Guardian's referral. Aside from that, you find nothing of use. [[>>Back->MR. TOWNSEND]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--APARTMENT DISTRICT-- Central Courtyard]] She doesn't even bother to make eye contact with you as you draw closer. You can start to understand what she is saying, sort of. (text-colour:#aeef6d)[ "There's less of us and more of them... First it was 35-- no... 38! Now, 20. Over two weeks... Two weeks!! Their numbers... 50, 51, 52, 53... Where are we going... WHERE ARE WE GOING!?"] - You stand there looking confused. * [["Do you need medical attention?"->RESULT]] * [["Did you drink too much paint or something?"->RESULT]]

The deranged woman lashes out at you, screaming profanities while flailing her arms. (text-colour:#aeef6d)[ "You are with them... Oh no... Don't do it!! Please!!"] The crazed lady runs off for dear life toward the apartments, flinging the door open, then disappearing into the dark structure. - You gained nothing from this interaction. [[>>Back->FRONT ENTRANCE]]

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[ <img src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Images/apartdist_image.png" alt="APARTMENT DISTRICT" width="512px" height="512px"> (font:"courier new")[APARTMENT DISTRICT - [Area 01 / 04]]] The natural light bursts through as you open the front doors, exiting the sanctity of your home into the ominous world. What a disappointment, you thought to yourself. You remember one point seeing this courtyard so lively: Residents having barbeques in the gazebos, lounging by the community pool... That was only a couple short years ago. What remains is a ghostly shell. The building itself was cracked and faded, from foundation all the way up to the top floor. All the windows were barred in, a large chain-link fence surrounded the perimeter with barbed wire across the top, covering the only sides of the property that the apartment building didn't cover already. Two strange figures guarded the only way in and out of the courtyard... (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[What happened to this place?->FRONT ENTRANCE]]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/apartmentdistrict_reveal.mp3" autoplay>

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--DOWNTOWN DISTRICT-- Ampitheatre]] Just off the edge of the Downtown District sits a little park. Upon the edge of said park is an ampitheatre large enough for an orchestra to play on. You and your Guardian have come here many times in the past years, especially during the Spring Festivals. Weren't they so lively? Gave you both something to look forward to every year. The best part was your favorite booth that sold your favorite snack. The last time you had that much fun, a politician came to gave a speech upon that same concrete platform. [[THE SENATOR]], of all people, came to our humble city, one that was suffering from unemployment & low morality. She promised us a brighter future, one with a large "business complex" being built virtually on top of the population's heads. This would lead to jobs and ultimately, "a better tomorrow for all". You remember all the people cheering her on. You heard the sounds of hope in their voices as they praised her name. The fair Senator introduced [["SIMTECH"->"SIMTECH AUTONOMOUS SOLUTIONS"]]. The rest is recent history... The dense portion of the city is more toward the north, but (text-colour:yellow)[the most convenient way forward is east, toward the train station.] * [[CONTINUE ON->MAIN INTERSECTION]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--DOWNTOWN DISTRICT-- Main Intersection]] Can't forget why you left the house in the first place. Your Guardian needs you. The road diverged north & east. The main activities of the populace take place around the small community built within the city blocks. The train station was east; leading into the (text-colour:yellow)[Industrial District.] * Approach [[DIRECTIONAL SIGN]] * Go east to [[TRAIN STATION]] * Back to [[AMPITHEATRE]] (if:(history: where its name contains "REVEAL2")'s length is not 1)[* [[ENTER THE CITY->REVEAL2]]](if:(history: where its name contains "REVEAL2")'s length is 1)[* Take [[MAIN AVE. - NORTH]]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--DOWNTOWN DISTRICT-- Main Intersection]] Looks like the general layout of the (text-colour:yellow)[Downtown District]. The whole city is now scaled down, reduced to a few blocks wide & tall. [[>>Back->MAIN INTERSECTION]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--DOWNTOWN DISTRICT-- Train Station]] As you climbed the steps toward the boarding platform, you notice a lone scanner, similar to the one that you used back at the Apartment District. A lone Artificial stood at its post near the gateway: the only way onto the train. A few residents, bundled in layers of clothing, sat upon the benches. They seem to be keeping to themselves. A sign written on cardboard with a bold marker was stitched against the railings. - You think you could utilize your (text-colour:cyan)[WORK PASS] at the ticket scanner. - You ''//surely//'' know better than to walk through the sensors, right? * Approach [[MAKESHIFT SIGN]] * Approach [[TICKET SCANNER]] * Run through [[SENSORS->NOPE]] * Return to [[MAIN INTERSECTION]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--DOWNTOWN DISTRICT-- Richland Park]] It was a bit of a reality-check to see this world living in harmony, considering your first impression of the Artificials. As long as they weren't hassling you, it didn't matter. The residents, organic and mechanical, mingled together in a former playground park. Old steel pipes and chains sit like ancient monuments: a jungle-gym you fondly remembered as a child. You noticed a few stalls placed around the sidewalks along the park. Constructed with plyboard and metal pipes, they represented themselves as "shopping stalls". (if:(history: where its name contains "SHOPKEEPER")'s length is 0)[Within one of those stalls, a middle-aged woman waves her hand high-up, seemingly trying to get your attention.] (if:(history: where its name contains "ANSWER")'s length is 0)[* Approach [[SHOPKEEPER]]](if:(history: where its name contains "ANSWER")'s length is 1)[* Approach [[SHOPKEEPER->INFO]]] * [[NORTH->4th & MAIN]] on Main St. * [[SOUTH->MAIN INTERSECTION]] to exit city (align:"=><=")+(box:"===XXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[(font:"courier new")[Note: There are two different ways to exit this district. Explore the city & interact with the residents to find a way to progress.]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--DOWNTOWN DISTRICT-- Train Station]] The cardboard sign reads, "Attention all potential passengers, "Due to recent events that have occurred in the Industrial District, local (text-colour:cyan)[WORK PASSES] will be rendered invalid indefinitely. "Please purchase a one-way (text-colour:cyan)[TRAIN TICKET] if you wish to travel. "We apologize for any inconvenience and wish you a happy day!" (align:"==>")+(box:"=X")[- SimTech Customer Relations] "A happy day"... If only. Where the hell are you going to find a (text-colour:cyan)[TRAIN TICKET], you thought to yourself. (text-colour:yellow)[The Downtown District city is the best place to start.] [[>>Back->TRAIN STATION]]

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[ <img src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Images/downtowndistrict_image.png" alt="DOWNTOWN DISTRICT" width="512px" height="512px"> (font:"courier new")[DOWNTOWN DISTRICT - [Area 02 / 04]]] A skyline covered with skyscrapers and other tall buildings. This place once stood as a monument to the community. Most buildings remained abandoned, closed-up... Mostly from shops shutting down, but it was difficult to keep customers anyway, what with that toxic stench that occasionally brushed through the city. The community was still as lively as ever, although beaten & worn-down, the folks here still made a social life out of what remained. They gathered to commune, trade, befriend, or just passing through. They all remained in the streets, nestled together in waves & hoardes. No different than regular city life, you suppose. What was most shocking to you were the amount of Artificials living alongside the people. Some stood sentiently about like the others, but most here were unarmed, even engaging with the humans. A robot was sitting next to two civilians in the nearby park, having a casual conversation while people-watching. You watched a couple walk past, one female human and one Artificial, holding hands. (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[[They were coexisting.->MAIN AVE. - NORTH]]]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/downtowndistrict_reveal.mp3" autoplay>

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--DOWNTOWN DISTRICT-- 4th & Main]] There wasn't much on this corner of the city. Most of the activity was taking place further north. This section served as the nexus; the main path in and out of the district. You can see the hustle & bustle one block north from here. * Look inside [[TRASH CANS->TRASH CANS_4]] * [[NORTH->COMMERCE PLAZA]] to Commerce Plaza * [[SOUTH->MAIN AVE. - NORTH]] toward city limits * [[WEST->4th & CAMBRIA]] to Cambria

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--DOWNTOWN DISTRICT-- Commerce Plaza]] The busiest corner in the district: So many patrons, human & machine-alike, partaking in trades, street shows, various social activities. The wave of mass chatter emits throughout the space, which is a much-needed change from the deafening silence elsewhere. Two residents were sitting off the curb, beating a set of upside-down buckets like drums. An Artificial was cooking over a fire-pit while a short line of humans waited their turn for a meal. There was so much positive energy in such a small space. It became surreal to you. - A mini-food stand called "Quincy's" had no queue line. A hearty, bearded man waited behind his little stall counter. - A quiet individual sat slouched on a stoop or what used to be a convenience store. - Johnstown is located more eastward. * Approach [["QUINCY'S"]] * Look inside [[TRASH CANS->TRASH CANS_3]] (if:(history: where its name contains "1st ST. JUNCTION")'s length is 0)[* Approach [[LONELY STRANGER]]] * [[EAST->DESERTED JUNCTION]] toward shantytown * [[WEST->3rd & CAMBRIA]] to Cambria * [[SOUTH->4th & MAIN]] down Main St.

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--DOWNTOWN DISTRICT-- 4th & Cambria]] The darker side of the Downtown District, few people lurked the corner. Some were huddled around a firepit made in a rusty oil drum, others kept to themselves typically. The rest gazed outward like sheep, listening to the rantings of some senile "prophet". * Look inside [[TRASH CANS]] (if:(history: where its name contains "PROPHET")'s length is 0)[* Approach [[PROPHET]]] * [[NORTH->3rd & CAMBRIA]] on Cambria * [[EAST->4th & MAIN]] to Main St.

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--DOWNTOWN DISTRICT-- 3rd & Cambria]] Some younger woman was sitting on a nearby bench, what was once a city bus stop. Her face was buried in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. A small bag sat next to her. The northern road was blocked off. Some faint chemical stench smothers your nostrils, burning slightly as a breeze gusted against you. (if:(history: where its name contains "STEAL IT")'s length is 1)[(text-colour:yellow)[With a (text-colour:cyan)[TRAIN TICKET] finally in hand, you can now exit the district through the Train Station.]] * Look inside [[TRASH CANS->TRASH CANS_2]] (if:(history: where its name contains "KEY COLLECT")'s length is 0)[(if:(history: where its name contains "STEAL IT")'s length is 0)[* Approach [[CRYING WOMAN]]]] * [[EAST->COMMERCE PLAZA]] toward Commerce Plaza * [[SOUTH->4th & CAMBRIA]] down Cambria

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--DOWNTOWN DISTRICT-- Train Station]] You approach the scanner, similar in fashion to the one posted by your apartment complex. * Scan [[WORK PASS->INVALID]] (if:(history: where its name contains "STEAL IT")'s length is 1)[* Scan [[TRAIN TICKET->ACCESSED]]] [[>>Back->TRAIN STATION]]

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Images/image_deathend.png" alt="Death" width="256px" height="256px">] The Artificial's quick reflexes halted you before you could even put a foot on the train. You felt the monster's strong grasp upon the back of your head before thrusting your cranium against the steel guardrail at high speeds. (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[ting ting ting] Your vision fades to black. Apparently, you don't know any better. [[End->START]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/death.mp3" autoplay>

The scanner beeped a loud screech while flashing a red color. Obviously, the (text-colour:cyan)[WORK PASS] came back invalid. Looks like the only way on the train (safely) is to find yourself a (text-colour:cyan)[TRAIN TICKET]. [[>>Back->TRAIN STATION]]

Part of you feels guilty for your crime. That distressed woman may have needed this ticket way more than you do. In a grim world riddled with assimilating machines, it doesn't pay to be self-less. You have your own loved one to take care of, afterall... You boarded the train which eventually took off toward the next district. * Continue on to the [[--INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT--]]

NEW Log Entry 03 : The Senator "She came a long way to her current role. She was once a citizen, just like you, born and raised in the very city that you're so adjusted to. "The Senator never forgot her hometown, even after ascending the political ladder, she always made visits and shout-outs to our little city during her speeches. "In order to save the city's increasing unemployment rate, she made a desperate deal, bringing a large production company, "SimTech", to make home right next-door to the city itself. "Then it wasn't long until she disappeared. Never heard her on the news since her speech at the Spring Festival." - You assure yourself that she only had the best intentions for the local populace... [[>>Back->AMPITHEATRE]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/logentry_sfx.mp3" autoplay>

NEW Log Entry 04 : "SimTech Autonomous Solutions" "There wasn't much known about this company, not just to you, but to the whole population. After the Senator announced factories being built, we started to understand what "SimTech" was - they cater to an autonomous future; one where all the undesired jobs were replaced with their "state-of-the-art" AI-controlled robots that we know as the "Artificials". "Pretty ironic that the Senator chose to save unemployment by bringing a company that makes its bread & butter with keeping citizens off the clock. "Everybody was pretty much forced to work for SimTech once they took over workforces, starting with external military on a national scale, then the local police force, then janitorial detail... Virtually everything was handled by SimTech. "After the takeover, SimTech decided to open their products to the local population..." [[>>Back->AMPITHEATRE]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/logentry_sfx.mp3" autoplay>

End Act 1 - Downtown District [[RECAP->RECAP2]] [[RESTART GAME->START]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SKELETON KEY")'s length is 1)[* Enter [[INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT->UTILITY ROAD]]] (if:(history: where its name contains "ACCESSED")'s length is 1)[* Enter [[INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT->TRAIN STATION_2]]] (if:(history: where its name contains "ACCESSED")'s length is 0)[(if:(history: where its name contains "SKELETON KEY")'s length is 0)[* Enter [[INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT->UTILITY ROAD]]]]

You have left the Apartment District on your way to the pharmacy, having to cut through the Downtown District to get there. Unfortunately, WORK PASSES were deemed invalid and you were left stuck in the heart of the city to find an alternative route. Most of the residents stayed in the far south of the city, as the rest of downtown was converted into SimTech's ever-growing landfill. (if:(history: where its name contains "SKELETON KEY")'s length is 1)[ You managed to scavenge across the city, finding a key that led you through an abandoned deli restaurant toward a back alley that went straight east, toward the Industrial District.] (if:(history: where its name contains "TRAIN TICKET")'s length is 1)[ You stowed your feelings and snatched a TRAIN TICKET from a distressed woman, ultimately granting you access to the trains, and in turn, to the Industrial District.] You are halfway through your errand and now reaching the heart of SimTech operations... LOG ENTRIES (align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[(font:"courier new")[APARTMENT DISTRICT]] 1.) [[RESIN BREATH->RB1]] 2.) [[THE "ARTIFICIALS"->AI1]] (align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[(font:"courier new")[DOWNTOWN DISTRICT]] 3.) [[THE SENATOR->NUM3]] 4.) [["SIMTECH AUTONOMOUS SOLUTION"->NUM4]] 5.) [[GREAT WASTE DEAL->NUM5]] [[>>Back->--INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT--]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT-- Train Station]] Security is intense coming into close range of SimTech's center of operations. Ever since the "incident" last year, it's been difficult for civilians to even pass through. A couple of unarmed Artificials went down the boxcars, confronting each individual to confiscate any items they considered suspicious. They eventually reached you. You gave up everything except the clothes on your back... and the (text-colour:cyan)[REFERRAL], of course. One Artificial investigated the folded document before handing it back to you. (text-style:"smear","expand")[(text-colour:#f07575)["Condolences."]] You were thrown off a bit, but once the train's breaks started to screech, it brought you back to reality. The train slowed down to the next station and you quietly departed. The smokestacks & cooling towers of SimTech's production compound dominate the skies, not far from the train station. There was only one dirt road that winded eastway around a heavily wooded area. (text-colour:yellow)[The pharmacy is not much farther east. You're getting close.] * Travel down the [[ONLY ROAD]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--DOWNTOWN DISTRICT-- Deserted Junction]] Just like the opposite side of Main Street, this corner was just as desolate. A small alleyway within a long brick wall led north. Not too many people at this intersection either. An old, boarded-up lunch store was located on the far east wall, where 3rd Street ends.(if:(history: where its name contains "STEAL IT")'s length is 0)[ (text-colour:yellow)[There could be a way out of the district, but the door is locked.]] An eerie Artificial was standing near the front door of said delicatessen. Its haunting, shiny porcelain eyes followed you, its head turning with every direction you went. * Approach [[STARING ROBOT]] (if:(history: where its name contains "KEY COLLECT")'s length is 1)[* Use [[SKELETON KEY]]] * Take the alleyway [[NORTH->JOHNSTOWN]] to shantytown * [[WEST->COMMERCE PLAZA]] toward Commerce Plaza

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[(font:"courier new")[CHAPTER SELECT]] [[Prologue - APARTMENT DISTRICT->HOME]] (align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[(if:(history: where its name contains "--DOWNTOWN DISTRICT--")'s length is 0)[~~Act 1 - DOWNTOWN DISTRICT~~](if:(history: where its name contains "--DOWNTOWN DISTRICT--")'s length is not 0)[[[Act 1 - DOWNTOWN DISTRICT->--DOWNTOWN DISTRICT--]]]] (if:(history: where its name contains "--INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT--")'s length is 0)[~~Act 2 - INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT~~](if:(history: where its name contains "--INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT--")'s length is not 0)[[[Act 2 - INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT->--INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT--]]] (align:"==>")+(box:"=XXXXXXXXX")[(if:(history: where its name contains "--OUTLET DISTRICT--")'s length is 0)[~~Act 3 - OUTLET DISTRICT~~](if:(history: where its name contains "--OUTLET DISTRICT--")'s length is not 0)[[[Act 3 - OUTLET DISTRICT->--OUTLET DISTRICT--]]]] [[>>Back to Main Menu->START]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--DOWNTOWN DISTRICT-- "Johnstown"]] For those that seeked refuge and an escape away from the unknown, they flocked here, to "Johnstown" - named after the shopping plaza that used to dominate this intersection of the city, now has become a hold for humans and Artificials alike. People huddled together in all corners of this plaza, in their own makeshift tents & homes, huddled around fireplaces, old rags & clothing hanging out on clotheslines, entwined together like party garlands. It smelled of disease and exhaust, and some chemical odor considering the proximity of the Waste Sites. - You see a wooden barrier north of you, busted enough for someone to slip through. - A pile of one dismembered Artificial made spazzing sounds nearby. - Several people were coughing up lungs, suffering from the black tar disease you are too familiar with. * Approach [[ROBOT REMAINS]] * Approach [[SICKLY ADULT]] (if:(history: where its name contains "RESPIRATOR")'s length is 0)[* Go into [[WASTE SITES->WITHOUT MASK]]] (if:(history: where its name contains "RESPIRATOR")'s length is 1)[* Go into [[WASTE SITES (with Respirator)->WITH MASK]]] * Take the alleyway [[SOUTH->DESERTED JUNCTION]] to exit shantytown

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--DOWNTOWN DISTRICT-- SimTech Waste Site]] Squeezing through the barricades, the thick stench immediately overwhelms you as you reach the other side: SimTech's forever-expanding dumping site.. Three-quarters of the city blocked off and used as a mass dumping site. How depressing... You can only go several feet into the tainted area before the chemical fumes start to burn your nostrils, throat... It became difficult to breathe. You start to choke from the deadly odors. (text-colour:yellow)[It may be wise to find a gas mask or something.] * [[WALK FASTER->CHEMICAL DEATH]] * [[RETREAT->JOHNSTOWN]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/downtownwastesites_ambiance.mp3" autoplay>

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Images/image_deathend.png" alt="Death" width="256px" height="256px">] Each step became a weight more of anguish. The further north you went, the thicker the air was, and the deadlier the vapors tasted. You start to gag and wheeze uncontrollably. It's like your body is on fire, burning from the inside out. The pain is too much: you fall to the ground into a puddle of black oil, squirming and clawing at your throat as your desperately gasp for an ounce of clean air. Your last taste is of chlorine. [[End->START]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/death.mp3" autoplay>

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--DOWNTOWN DISTRICT-- 4th & Cambria]] The insane individual rambled on: (text-colour:#aeef6d)["We have all failed! Failed! Each and every one of us are spoiled. We yearned for luxuries we never needed. Now look! The abominations walk with you and me! Women will lust for them, sons will be inspired by them! Only our parents regret them!"] The crazed prophet suddenly turns his head to lock his eyes to you, quickly darting his arm out, pointing a hard finger directly at you. Others turn their gaze to look on. (text-colour:#aeef6d)["You! Young one! Would you throw away everything that makes you human just to have artificial security!?"] * [["No."]] * [["Yes."]] * [[*Show him the finger*->"Yes."]]

The prophet raised his arms in the air with joy, an open-mouthed smile as he roared his approval. (text-colour:#aeef6d)["Ah, there may be hope for our future yet!"] The loud figure continued his repetitive preaches, but you don't feel like staying any longer. [[>>Back->4th & CAMBRIA]]

The prophet shook his head in disappointment to your response (text-colour:#aeef6d)["Behold, my friends... The fallacy of our youth!"] The loud figure continued his repetitive preaches, but you don't feel like staying any longer. [[>>Back->4th & CAMBRIA]]

Incredible! Even more trash! (if:(history: where its name contains "LOCATE")'s length >= 1)[* Look [[CLOSER->NEW ITEM]]] [[>>Back->4th & CAMBRIA]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--DOWNTOWN DISTRICT-- 3rd & Cambria]] You approach the sobbing woman. - You feel awkward for standing so close. * [["Are you okay?"]] * [[LEAVE->3rd & CAMBRIA]] (if:(history: where its name contains "\"Are you okay?\"")'s length >= 1)[* Steal [[TRAIN TICKET]]]

You dig relentlessly within the trash can like your life depended on it. Unfortunately, there was nothing useful. [[>>Back->3rd & CAMBRIA]]

The woman lifted her head for a moment, her face messy with tears. (text-colour:#aeef6d)["My son passed away recently... I've been trying to get to the Outlet District, but... I'm just not ready to move on yet...] She couldn't maintain her composure long enough before breaking down again. You spot her (text-colour:cyan)[TRAIN TICKET] propped slightly out of her small bag. [[>>Back->CRYING WOMAN]]

As much as you can sympathize with her, your Guardian is most important. To you. Right now. You can easily snatch the ticket out of her handbag, so long as she has her soppy face buried in her palms. * [[STEAL IT]] * [[LEAVE->3rd & CAMBRIA]]

*You have stolen a (text-colour:cyan)[TRAIN TICKET]. (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Images/Collectibles/collectible_trainticket.png" alt="Train Ticket" width="128px" height="128px">] [[>>Back->3rd & CAMBRIA]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/collectible.mp3" autoplay>

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--DOWNTOWN DISTRICT-- Commerce Plaza - "Quincy's"]] The man was stirring a metal ladel in a large cauldron-shaped pot, hanging over a fireplace. He looks over at you and shows his teeth. (text-colour:#aeef6d)["Hello friend, welcome to Quincy's! You can find just about anything here, from delicious stew to nuclear launch codes!"] He roared out a jolly laugh. (text-colour:#aeef6d)["Haha, I kid! If you're looking for food, the stew still has a couple hours to simmer! Gotta get all those flavors melded together. What can I do for ya, friend?"] * [["Do you have a TRAIN TICKET I could trade for?"->NO WAY]] (if:(history: where its name contains "THROUGH")'s length >= 1)[(if:(history: where its name contains "RESPIRATOR")'s length is not 1)[* [["Do you have a RESPIRATOR I could trade for?"->LOCATE]]]] [[>>Back->COMMERCE PLAZA]]

Just useless trash... * Look [[CLOSER->MORE TRASH]] [[>>Back->COMMERCE PLAZA]]

You approach the lonely stranger as he lifts his head up, raising his eyebrows as if he knows you. He is unfamiliar to you. (text-colour:#aeef6d)["H-hey! Have you seen my brother? Tall, slender, pale-lookin fella?"] You shake your head. (text-colour:#aeef6d)["He must still be in Johnstown then... Dammit, I should have kept those keys."] [[>>Back->COMMERCE PLAZA]]

Just alot of smelly trash. (if:(history: where its name contains "ROTTEN APPLE")'s length is 0)[A piece of moldy fruit sat on top of the pile.] (if:(history: where its name contains "ROTTEN APPLE")'s length is 0)[* Pick up [[ROTTEN APPLE]]] [[>>Back->4th & MAIN]]

You approach the Artificial by a few steps before it starts to communicate with you. (text-style:"smear","expand")[(text-colour:"lime")["Biological Anomaly. A unique creature. Unlike other variants."]] * [["What do you mean?"->SPEAK]] * [["Are you gonna hurt me?"->SPEAK]]

The key unlocked the door into the deli, dusty & cobwebs stringing up and down the corners of a diner-themed eatery. The cash register was still in place, the cold-cuts display was hollowed out. This place must have been delicious back in the day, you thought to yourself, wonder why you haven't heard of this place until now. You manage to use the key through a second set of doors in the back, which led to a narrow alleyway that speared straight east, toward the outer banks of downtown and closer to the Industrial District. You choose to follow the provided path. Your luck served well so far, you told yourself. The journey continues. * Continue on to the [[--INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT--]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--DOWNTOWN DISTRICT-- SimTech Waste Site]] Squeezing through the barricades, the thick stench immediately starts scratching at your eyes Three-quarters of the city blocked off and used as a mass dumping site. How depressing... It's much more bearable to navigate with your (text-colour:cyan)[RESPIRATOR], despite your eyes getting irritated. You squint as you get your bearings, your breath coarsing heavily through the hazard mask. * Continue [[NORTH->1st ST. JUNCTION]] * Exit Waste Site [[SOUTH->JOHNSTOWN]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--DOWNTOWN DISTRICT-- SimTech Waste Site - 1st Street Junction]] The intersection opened up to a literal wasteland. SimTech has been very disposable with their spent resources, and have been careless to their dangerous actions. The streets were riddled with piles of waste, from scrap metal to old palettes, tires, barrels filled with questionable materials, cleaners/sanitizing chemicals littered amongst the rubble. A few rat corpses lay about the streets & sidewalk. A thick fog made visibility impossible up to the next block. This is as far north as you can physically go, as your eyes are already watered & irritated enough. - A telephone booth sat on one corner, with the corpse of a "tall, slender, pale-lookin fella" resting along the sidewalk next to it. He wasn't wearing a respirator. - You spot a littered magazine close by, one that details the city's [[GREAT WASTE DEAL]], judging from the cover. * Approach [[TELEPHONE BOOTH]] * Go [[SOUTH->WITH MASK]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--DOWNTOWN DISTRICT-- SimTech Waste Site - 1st Street Junction]] You enter the telephone booth, with the telephone hanging off of the line. A lone set of black keys sat on the small shelf. The (text-colour:cyan)[SKELETON KEY] must have belonged to the deceased man. * Pick up [[TELEPHONE]] (if:(history: where its name contains "STEAL IT")'s length is 0)[(if:(history: where its name contains "KEY COLLECT")'s length is 0)[* Pick up [[SKELETON KEY->KEY COLLECT]]]] [[>>Back->1st ST. JUNCTION]]

You pick up the telephone to hear a surprising dial tone. You wouldn't have thought power would still be available this far into the dump site. Perhaps the man outside was trying to call someone? Doesn't matter anymore. [[>>Back->TELEPHONE BOOTH]]

*You have found a (text-colour:cyan)[SKELETON KEY]. (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Images/Collectibles/collectible_skeletonkey.png" alt="Skeleton Key" width="128px" height="128px">] (text-colour:yellow)[The keychain also contained a tag for a "deli restaurant".] [[>>Back->TELEPHONE BOOTH]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/collectible.mp3" autoplay>

*You have found a (text-colour:cyan)[ROTTEN APPLE]. (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Images/Collectibles/collectible_rottenapple.png" alt="Rotten Apple" width="128px" height="128px">] - You took a bite and immediately regret your decision. [[>>Back->4th & MAIN]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/collectible.mp3" autoplay>

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT-- Utility Road]] It was an exhausting walk. Taking the train would have shaved at least a half hour off of your time. You had to take a break for a few moments just to recuperate. The stench of those toxic chemicals still lingered in your nostrils, but you will manage. You inevitably arrive to the Industrial District from a utility road that branched off close to the alleyway from downtown, following the linear path until SimTech's production plant came into complete view. SimTech's distribution & delivery vehicles used these roads. They more than likely still do. You begin to approach the rear side of the compound. You slap your pockets. Yes, the (text-colour:cyan)[REFERRAL] is still there, thankfully. (text-colour:yellow)[The pharmacy is not much farther east. You're getting close.] * [[CONTINUE->LOADING BAY N.]]

Nope, just more trash. [[>>Back->COMMERCE PLAZA]]

After digging for a moment, you come across a face mask buried underneath a piece of cardboard, like it was hidden there. It didn't contain eye protection, but this is useful nonetheless. (if:(history: where its name contains "RESPIRATOR")'s length is 0)[* Pick up [[RESPIRATOR]]] [[>>Back->4th & CAMBRIA]]

*You have found a (text-colour:cyan)[RESPIRATOR]. (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Images/Collectibles/collectible_respirator.png" alt="Respirator" width="128px" height="128px">] [[>>Back->4th & CAMBRIA]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/collectible.mp3" autoplay>

Log Entry 03 : The Senator "She came a long way to her current role. She was once a citizen, just like you, born and raised in the very city that you're so adjusted to. "The Senator never forgot her hometown, even after ascending the political ladder, she always made visits and shout-outs to our little city during her speeches. "In order to save the city's increasing unemployment rate, she made a desperate deal, bringing a large production company, "SimTech", to make home right next-door to the city itself. "Then it wasn't long until she disappeared. Never heard her on the news since her speech at the Spring Festival." [[>>Back->RECAP2]]

Log Entry 04 : "SimTech Autonomous Solutions" "There wasn't much known about this company, not just to you, but to the whole population. After the Senator announced factories being built, we started to understand what "SimTech" was - they cater to an autonomous future; one where all the undesired jobs were replaced with their "state-of-the-art" AI-controlled robots that we know as the "Artificials". "Pretty ironic that the Senator chose to save unemployment by bringing a company that makes its bread & butter with keeping citizens off the clock. "Everybody was pretty much forced to work for SimTech once they took over workforces, starting with external military on a national scale, then the local police force, then janitorial detail... Virtually everything was handled by SimTech. "After the takeover, SimTech decided to open their products to the local population..." [[>>Back->RECAP2]]

Log Entry 05 : The Great Waste Deal "SimTech's haphazardous dumping behavior had the community upset at first. They were dumping their materials into rivers & empty lots, ones not designed for that kind of disposal process. "That got enough attention to where the "Great Waste Deal" was made between the government & SimTech, where they could store their constant wastes on their property alone. "SimTech did just that - kept alot of toxic, deadly debris offsite, next to the city. In turn, people were evacuated from their places of works, even their homes, from how bad the runoff was. It got in the drinking water... Property values plummeted tremendously, & SimTech barged in and bought up just about all the land. "The more land they buy, the more they produce. The more they produce, the more they dump. The more they dump, the more land they buy. They now own 80% of the region." [[>>Back->RECAP2]]

NEW Log Entry 05 : The Great Waste Deal "SimTech's haphazardous dumping behavior had the community upset at first. They were dumping their materials into rivers & empty lots, ones not designed for that kind of disposal process. "That got enough attention to where the "Great Waste Deal" was made between the local government & SimTech, where the latter could store their wastes on their property alone. "SimTech did just that - kept alot of toxic, deadly debris offsite, next to the city. In turn, people were evacuated from their places of works, even their homes, from how bad the runoff was. It got in the drinking water... Property values plummeted tremendously, & SimTech barged in and bought up just about all the land. "The more land they buy, the more they produce. The more they produce, the more they dump. The more they dump, the more land they buy. "They now own 80% of the region. "The never-ending cycle of an infinite monster." [[>>Back->1st ST. JUNCTION]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/logentry_sfx.mp3" autoplay>

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[(font:"courier new")[HINTS]] -> Click the [[ORANGE LINKS->HINTS]] to navigate & interact with the world. -> Objects of interest will usually be (text-colour:cyan)[colored with cyan]. -> Important tips on how to solve puzzles & progress are (text-colour:yellow)[emphasized in yellow.] -> Be cautious with certain choices! Some may "kill" you and end the game. -> If you die in-game, you can return to your most recent chapter via the "Chapter Select" on the Main Menu. [[>>Back to Main Menu->START]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT-- Loading Bay N.]] A long portion of the complex, a gloomy brick building that stretched toward the horizon. Several loading bays with a few semi-trucks backed into them. There doesn't seem to be any real activity happening over here right now. From what you see, some security personnel are positioned further down the road. Continuing the utility road would most likely spell danger for you. (if:(history: where its name contains "BAY DOORS")'s length is not 0)[It looks like there is no other easy way east than to (text-colour:yellow)[cut through the SimTech compound.]] * Approach [[LOADING BAY DOORS->BAY DOORS]] * Return down [[UTILITY ROAD]] (if:(history: where its name contains "BAY DOORS")'s length is not 0)[* [[ENTER THE COMPOUND->REVEAL3]]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT-- Loading Bay N.]] The closest loading back is locked tight from the other side, even with slight tugs, the garage door wouldn't open. Would be unwise to continue in case the noise attracts any active Artificials... [[>>Back->LOADING BAY N.]]

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[ <img src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Images/industrialdistrict_image.png" alt="INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT" width="512px" height="512px"> (font:"courier new")[INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT - [Area 03 / 04]]] Chemical dust & hellish infernos, hot enough to melt the strongest metals, painted the sky an ominous orange on top of the already gloomy, cloudy sky. The sounds of machines grinding, hammered steel, chains & other mechanical anomalies smothered your ears as you jumped off the fence. You look around. A central space; one that was encompassed by all the different sections of SimTech's operations, from the melting of recycled steel to surplus storage. Piles of broken, deformed Artificials lay in sequenced piles around the central yard. It looks like a metal massacre. A legless Artificial crawled slowly across the dirt mumbling something about a lost son. A severed, porcelain head close by you blurted words that were indecipherable to you. An upper torso of an Artificial, heavily damaged & malfunctioning, turned its head to you, humming a melancholic, distorted tune before uttering its last sound. SimTech showed no sympathy for either its customers or its products, you convinced yourself. Humans are manipulated, used and discarded just like the machines they create for everyone. As you look on upon the unfortunate autonomous things, you realize, (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[["Maybe you all aren't so different afterall..."->PRODUCTION COMPLEX]] ] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/industrialdistrict_reveal.mp3" autoplay>

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT-- SimTech Production Complex - Central Yard]] The entire operation seems to have been taken over by the mechanical figures. [[THE TAKEOVER]] caused many unfortunate people to lose their jobs. Others lost more than that. There are four separate sections of the production plant. Each one serves a unique purpose in the creation of Artificials. Why the hell would they make so many? Your instincts tell you that the (text-colour:yellow)[Assembly building would be the most ideal way out of the complex.] (if:(history: where its name contains "ASSEMBLY ACCESS")'s length >= 1)[(text-colour:yellow)[You will need to figure out the password to gain access to Assembly.]] The air within the complex was thick, almost the same as the waste sites in downtown.(if:(history: where its name contains "STEAL IT")'s length is 0)[ You equip the (text-colour:cyan)[RESPIRATOR].](if:(history: where its name contains "STEAL IT")'s length is 1)[ You no longer have the (text-colour:cyan)[RESPIRATOR], so you will have to manage.] - Piles of discarded, junked robots littered the central yard. - Four separate access ways are available. * Approach [[PILES OF BROKEN ARTIFICIALS]] * Enter [[SMELTING & PROCESSING]] * Enter [[ASSEMBLY ACCESS]] * Enter [[A.I. R&D]] * Enter [[PRODUCT DRY STORAGE]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT-- Plant Access]] Empty, silent... It felt uncomfortable walking alone without your Guardian next to you. You still had a sense of uneasiness about being out in an unpredictable world. - The gated access point to SimTech's Production Compound sat within view. Seems like the only way through right now. - The train station remained west. There's no way to board back on since you used your one-way ticket. * Approach [[GATED CHECKPOINT]] * Return to [[TRAIN STATION->TRAIN STATION_2]] (if:(history: where its name contains "GATED CHECKPOINT")'s length is not 0)[* Take a [[DETOUR THROUGH WOODS]]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT-- Plant Access - Gated Checkpoint]] The closer you approached the checkpoint, the more unsettled you became. You counted at least four armed Artificials standing, patrolling the chain-link gate. Meant for vehicle accessibility, it remained closed to passers-by. There must be another way around, you thought to yourself. * Return down the [[ONLY ROAD]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT-- Plant - Outer Perimeter]] Sure it may have seemed sketchy, but you've wasted enough time wandering about the previous districts. You were eager enough to make some progress that sneaking through the production plant didn't seem like such a bad idea... Climbing the fence is a one-way path. You are a little scared, but you have no other choice. * Return to [[ONLY ROAD]] * [[ENTER THE COMPOUND->REVEAL3]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--DOWNTOWN DISTRICT-- Richland Park]] You approach the shop owner as she gives off a bright and warm smile. You feel at peace as she beams, like you can trust her. (text-colour:#aeef6d)["Dearie, you look like you're lost. Is this your first time here?"] * [["Yes."->ANSWER]] * [["No."->ANSWER]]

The mature lady shook her head. (text-colour:#aeef6d)["Of course you're lost. I can see it in those pearly eyes of yours. Like a toddler that's been separated from their parent."] She laughs at herself, but starts to cough and wheeze into her hand before spitting to the side. Looks like Resin Breath got ahold of her, too... * [["Okay..."->INFO]]

She looks up after wiping her mouth clean, smiling once again through her blackened, rotting teeth. (text-colour:#aeef6d)["Is there anything I can do to help you, dearie?"] * [["Anything note-worthy around?"]] * [["Do you know where I could get a TRAIN TICKET?"]] * [["Is there another way to get out of the city?]] * [["There obviously aren't any dentists around here."]] [[>>Back->MAIN AVE. - NORTH]]

(text-colour:#aeef6d)["Well now, most of the fun takes place further north in the Commerce Plaza. You can find just about anything there, but you gotta have something valuable to trade for it. Just letting you know." Not much happens west of here. Cambria Boulevard is where the vagrants hide out. Nothing to worry about so long as you don't stay there too long. Northeast a couple blocks is an old shantytown they call Johnstown, just near the edge of SimTech's dump sites. The unfortunate folk that got nowhere else to go end up settling down over there. Of course, the train station is south of here, but a (text-colour:cyan)[TRAIN TICKET] is hard to come by these days...] [[>>Back->INFO]]

(text-colour:#aeef6d)["You'd be darn lucky to find one. I used to sell 'em way back when... But again, they are impossible to find. Your best option would be to (text-colour:yellow)[check out Commerce Plaza or northeast to Johnstown.]"] [[>>Back->INFO]]

(text-colour:#aeef6d)["Not that I know of... The easiest way to leave on foot is north of here, but SimTech blocked all the northern sections of the city to dump all their junk materials... It'd be stupid to go up that way... You'd suffocate from the chemical waste before you'd get far. That is, unless SimTech's tin men find ya first!"] [[>>Back->INFO]]

(text-colour:#aeef6d)["Cute... You will also lose your teeth before you know it, especially if you keep up that attitude of yours."] [[>>Back->INFO]]

The jolly man shook his head. (text-colour:#aeef6d)["Sorry friend! I would take you up on that offer, but see, my (text-colour:cyan)[RESPIRATOR] was stolen just earlier today! Rat bastard snatched it off my stand while I was mixin' the pot! (text-colour:yellow)[Chased him down Cambria & lost the thief. My bet is that punk stashed it somewhere], but I ain't got time to look for it..."] [[>>Back->"QUINCY'S"]]

The autonomous machine continued, (text-style:"smear","expand")[(text-colour:"lime")["Human is trivial to read. Facial expressions. I understand your psychology. (if:(history: where its name contains "\"They shouldn't be here.\"")'s length is 1)["You believe we 'shouldn't be here'. We pose potential dangers to your way of life.] (if:(history: where its name contains "\"They don't do any real harm.\"")'s length is 1)["You feel comfort around our kind. A rare, but unusual characteristic of one Biological Anomaly.]]] The sentient machine looked westward, toward the hoards of people & Artificials intertwining their lives with one another in societal fashion. (text-style:"smear","expand")[(text-colour:"lime")["Observe the humans with us. Some fear us. Others admire us. All hide behind faces of neutrality. None are truly content. "The humans wear masks. Just like us."]] [[>>Back->DESERTED JUNCTION]]

It looked like a bunch of juvies got the ambush on a lone Artificial. Signs point to uses of tire irons, chains, bats... Lots of trauma upon the metal. The heap of what remained of a tin lifeform returned to the world as useless scrap. One of it's porcelain eyes were busted, broken off, revealing two light sources within, shattered but somewhat functioning. One beam flickered a pale white light in your direction. The "lifeform" was dying out. It was almost heart-breaking to watch. [[>>Back->JOHNSTOWN]]

You approach the ill man, in the late stages of Resin Breath. He continued hacking into their stained cloth, loads of black tar and phlegm. (if:(history: where its name contains "STEAL IT")'s length is 0)[(text-colour:#aeef6d)["Don't tell me you're... urk... Going into the dump site... (text-colour:yellow)[Saw some tall fella run up north that way]... What a moron... Hasn't come out yet."]] (if:(history: where its name contains "STEAL IT")'s length is 0)[* [["Is there another way through?"->THROUGH]]] [[>>Back->JOHNSTOWN]]

(text-colour:#aeef6d)["You'll need a gas mask or somethin' like that. Even then, the air is so deadly you can only go so far north... urkk... My best bet would be to (text-colour:yellow)[check out Quincy's and see if he's got a] (text-colour:cyan)[RESPIRATOR] to sell you... ack..."] [[>>Back->SICKLY ADULT]]

The shopowner shook his head. (text-colour:#aeef6d)["So sorry, I sold my last one this morning. Some younger lady, looked all stressed out. (text-colour:yellow)[She went west way.] If you need it bad, maybe you can trade it from her?"] [[>>Back->"QUINCY'S"]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT-- SimTech Production Complex - Central Yard]] The more you look upon the discarded tin corpses, the more your chest hurts. Best not to torment yourself with such grim imagery and just keep moving forward. [[>>Back->PRODUCTION COMPLEX]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT-- SimTech Production Complex - Smelting & Processing]] Taking the far-left doorway from the yard leads you into a long but narrow processing plant, where recycled metals are taken to be melted down, refabricated, then constructed to make new Artificials. A processing line before you shows the molten metals being shaped & sent down a line to be shaped & cut. This is how they keep "renewing" their resources, you think. Two Artificials stood watch up on the scaffolding, but they were too out of range to notice you. A small office steps from you is dimly lit. A dusty desk, computer, and some filing cabinets sitting inside. * Approach [[PROCESSING LINE]] * Approach [[WARDEN'S OFFICE]] * Return to [[CENTRAL YARD->PRODUCTION COMPLEX]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT-- SimTech Production Complex - Assembly Line Access] A single door remains tightly-locked. A keypad mounted on the nearby wall. "Please enter the 5-digit password." (input-box:2bind $password,"=======XXXXXX=======",1) [[SUBMIT->ASSEMBLY ACCESS]] (if: $password is "14214")[[>>ACCESS GRANTED<<->ASSEMBLY LINE]]] [[>>Back->PRODUCTION COMPLEX]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT-- SimTech Production Complex - Dry Storage]] SimTech's overflow of robots filled the otherwise barren warehouse. Lined perfectly along in a straight flow. The lights are turned off, only a sliver of natural light escapes through the tall narrow windows throughout the structure. It's a creepy feeling, seeing dozens of robots with chilling smiles looking so statuesque. Several palletes of chemical drums were hoarded against the closest corner within the warehouse. * Observe [[INACTIVE ARTIFICIALS]] * Approach [[CHEMICAL BARRELS]] * Return to [[CENTRAL YARD->PRODUCTION COMPLEX]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT-- SimTech Production Complex - Entrance to A.I. R&D]] The smallest section of the complex. The door was secured tight with what looks like an employee scanner. There is no way you'll be able to enter. This is where the old employees constructed the various A.I.'s for the [["SIMTECH PRODUCT LINE"]]. The newer personalities were created recently by unknown sources. It's doubtful you would find anything useful in there. The labs have not been occupied since the takeover. [[>>Back->PRODUCTION COMPLEX]]

Approaching the metal processing line instantly causes beads of sweat to form on your forehead. The intense heat emitting from the molten masses of metal was enough to cook a frozen pizza. It would be dangerous to scoot any closer in case the mechanical gears & parts pinched your clothing... [[>>Back->SMELTING & PROCESSING]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT-- Smelting & Processing - Warden's Office]] Seems like this office hasn't been used in a while. As if there hasn't been any real leaders or managers of this company in quite some time. (if:(history: where its name contains "STICKNOTE")'s length is 0)[A sticky note with some small writing was taped against the lower screen of the bulky PC monitor.] (if:(history: where its name contains "STICKNOTE")'s length is 0)[* Inspect [[STICKY NOTE]]] [[>>Back->SMELTING & PROCESSING]]

The old sticky pad reads, (text-colour:yellow)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXX=")[(font:"courier new")[Assembly password Check storage barrels Yellow, blue, red, yellow, blue]]] * Pick up [[STICKY NOTE->STICKNOTE]]

*You have found a (text-colour:cyan)[STICKY NOTE]. (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Images/Collectibles/collectible_stickynote.png" alt="Sticky Note" width="128px" height="128px">] [[>>Back->WARDEN'S OFFICE]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/collectible.mp3" autoplay>

NEW Log Entry 07 : SimTech's "Artificial" Product Line SimTech recently disclosed their methods of making Artificials that behave in different ways. Their A.I., the one thing that gives life to those clumps of metal and wires, was their secret. They provided a list of various A.I. 'personalities', each with their intended purposes: * "LABORER" - cater to heavy-duty, physically-intensive labor (e.g. construction, carpentry). * "CULINARIAN" - created for the handling & care of food and health safety precautions. * "COMPANION" - created to be a compassionate surrogate (e.g. maternal figure, babysitter) * "OFFICER" - made to suit positions related to military, police, security. This was suppose to be an act to be more transparent to the community. Nothing SimTech could do could ever regain the populace's trust. [[>>Back->A.I. R&D]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/logentry_sfx.mp3" autoplay>

NEW Log Entry 06 : "The Takeover" "SimTech specializes in replacing jobs, whether in professional or casual circumstances. After they virtually took over the whole city, it shouldn't have come as a surprise when SimTech chose to replace their OWN employees with Artificials. "The poor decision led to a revolt. Most people were kicked off property by a hoard of mechanical cannon-fodder that took over their jobs anyway. Some people lost their lives during the more physical altercations. "Ever since the disturbance, SimTech chose to increase production once again, but to create a line of Artificials that catered to the everyday individual: the consumer. This was their attempt to 'boost social morale' and create stronger relations with the human community. "Many changes were made to SimTech, including a redesign of their next line of Artificials; ones that wore porcelain heads with frozen smiles to seem 'more friendly'. "After all that effort, the factory jobs were replaced with the robots anyway." [[>>Back->PRODUCTION COMPLEX]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/logentry_sfx.mp3" autoplay>

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT-- SimTech Production Complex - Dry Storage]] Guess these products have yet to be ordered or designated somewhere. Chances are these will be sent out the moment the old ones in the streets break down. Still doesn't explain the influx of robots compared to humans. They stand so quietly. You wonder if one may be watching you without your knowing. All of them are tagged with lot number stamps upon their heads. [[>>Back->PRODUCT DRY STORAGE]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT-- SimTech Production Complex - Dry Storage]] It's unclear from the labels what was stored inside these drums. However, all of them contained the very same classification diagram. A thick layer of dust covered the lids. These must have been placed here a long while ago. (if:(history: where its name contains "STICKNOTE")'s length is 1)[(text-colour:yellow)[The diagram seems conspicuous to you.]] (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Images/image_hazclass.png" alt="Hazardous Materials Classification" width="256px" height="256px">] (if:(history: where its name contains "STICKNOTE")'s length is 1)[* Reference [[STICKY NOTE->HINT]]] [[>>Back->PRODUCT DRY STORAGE]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT-- Production Plant - Assembly Line]] The passcode was accepted. What a lucky break, you thought to yourself. (text-colour:yellow)[The way out of the complex is on the opposite side of Assembly.] No security is visible in front of you. This should be a cakewalk. * Approach [[ASSEMBLY LINE->ASSEMBLY]] * [[CONTINUE->CONFLICT]]

You hear an armament click ready behind you. * [["..."->BACKSHOT]] * [[TURN AROUND->BACKSHOT]] * [[START RUNNING->BACKSHOT]] * Duck behind [[WOODEN CRATES]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/blunder_ready.mp3" autoplay> <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/tension.mp3" autoplay>

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Images/image_deathend.png" alt="Death" width="256px" height="256px">] Before you can make any full movement, a sudden blast hits you in the back and sends you thrusted forward, face-down into the concrete floor. You left as quickly as you arrived. [[End->START]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/blunder_shoot.mp3" autoplay> <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/death.mp3" autoplay>

The burst of quick movement may have saved your life. The threatening noise released a bang, large pieces of shrapnel & splinters of wood from the crates are sent flying everywhere. You glimpse over the damaged crates to see two Artificials, one holding a smoking blunderbuss. (text-style:"smear","expand")[(text-colour:#f07575)["Biological Anomaly. You do not belong here."]] They start to rapidly approach your location. The armed robot is hastly reloading its weapon. [[Now's your only chance.->RUNAWAY]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/blunder_shoot.mp3" autoplay>

You stumble up. The machines are fast approaching. You run through the assembly plant. Their metal-clanking footsteps are getting louder. Right behind you. Reaching for the hairs on the back of your head. Keep running. Reach a narrow corridor with a vague EXIT sign. The path splits here. (if:(history: where its name contains "LEFT")'s length is 1)[The stalking robots are within arms' reach.] (if:(history: where its name contains "LEFT")'s length is 0)[* Go [[LEFT]]] * Go [[RIGHT]]

A door. Pray it's a way out. It swings open from the other side. Two additional Artificials come stomping toward you through the doorway. (text-style:"smear","expand")[(text-colour:#f07575)[(text-style:"rumble")[Biological Anomaly--]]] * Try to [[TACKLE THEM]] * Go back [[THE OTHER WAY->RUNAWAY]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/artificial_soundeffect.mp3" autoplay>

Another corridor lead the opposite way. A series of double-doors with an exit label. A way out. * Bust through [[EXIT DOORS->SCRAPYARD]]

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Images/image_deathend.png" alt="Death" width="256px" height="256px">] Tackling them was an idea you instantly regret. Your strength & force is no match for solid steel; they don't budge at all. Instead, one grasps you and locks your head in a chokehold while dragging you backwards. The other Artificials catch up to your location in seconds. They pick you up and carry you out. You become unconscious. [[End->START]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/death.mp3" autoplay>

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT-- SimTech Production Complex - Scrapyard]] You nearly stumble as you burst the doors open, into the orange depressing light of the outside world. A railroad nearby with carts of scrap metal & debris. You will follow the tracks out of the Industrial District. Who cares where it takes you at this point? The Artificials chase you off property, one breaking off to return to the complex, then another. The rest still give chase. You think to yourself, "How can things be so bad? What was once a familiar world is now scary. I don't know if I can make it..." As you keep running for your life, your thoughts turn to your Guardian. The difference was night and day with their presence. They give you strength, confident. The anxiety is nonexistent when you know they are around. With you. In your life. Your Guardian was somebody that could never be replaced, and that's why you had to find a way to get that medicine, somehow... [[CONTINUE RUNNING AND DON'T LOOK BACK->--OUTLET DISTRICT--]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/scrapyard_ambiance.mp3" autoplay>

You watched for a moment as the skeletal foundations of the Artificials traveled down a conveying belt, an automatic sequence of machines, solders, clamps, and rivet guns come together to piece together these beings, one element after another, until they were complete products. It's mesmerizing to watch the assembly line disappear down the opposite end of the factory - where you should be heading. [[>>Back->ASSEMBLY LINE]]

End Act 2 - Industrial District [[RECAP->RECAP3]] [[RESTART GAME->START]] Enter [[OUTLET DISTRICT->NEW MOXHAM]]

You managed to cut through SimTech's production compound without facing serious injury. You're almost there. This ghastly world won't change who you are. LOG ENTRIES (align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[(font:"courier new")[APARTMENT DISTRICT]] 1.) [[RESIN BREATH->RB2]] 2.) [[THE "ARTIFICIALS"->AI2]] (align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[(font:"courier new")[DOWNTOWN DISTRICT]] 3.) [[THE SENATOR->SEN1]] 4.) [["SIMTECH AUTONOMOUS SOLUTION"->SAS]] 5.) [[GREAT WASTE DEAL->GWD]] (align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[(font:"courier new")[INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT]] 6.) [[THE TAKEOVER->TAKO]] 7.) [[SIMTECH'S "ARTIFICIAL" PRODUCT LINE->APL]] [[>>Back->--OUTLET DISTRICT--]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--OUTLET DISTRICT-- New Moxham]] You keep running and running down the tracks until you muster out all your energy. You look back for the first time since escaping the complex - the Artificials abandoned their chase. You feel absolutely relieved. * [[STOP RUNNING]]

Log Entry 06 : "The Takeover" "SimTech specializes in replacing jobs, whether in professional or casual circumstances. After they virtually took over the whole city, it shouldn't have come as a surprise when SimTech chose to replace their OWN employees with Artificials. "The poor decision led to a revolt. Most people were kicked off property by a hoard of mechanical cannon-fodder that took over their jobs anyway. Some people lost their lives during the more physical altercations. "Ever since the disturbance, SimTech chose to increase production once again, but to create a line of Artificials that catered to the everyday individual: the consumer. This was their attempt to 'boost social morale' and create stronger relations with the human community. "Many changes were made to SimTech, including a redesign of their next line of Artificials; ones that wore porcelain heads with frozen smiles to seem 'more friendly'. "After all that effort, the factory jobs were replaced with the robots anyway." [[>>Back->RECAP3]]

Log Entry 07 : SimTech's "Artificial" Product Line SimTech recently disclosed their methods of making Artificials that behave in different ways. Their A.I., the one thing that gives life to those clumps of metal and wires, was their secret. They provided a list of various A.I. 'personalities', each with their intended purposes: * "LABORER" - cater to heavy-duty, physically-intensive labor (e.g. construction, carpentry). * "CULINARIAN" - created for the handling & care of food and health safety precautions. * "COMPANION" - created to be a compassionate surrogate (e.g. maternal figure, babysitter) * "OFFICER" - made to suit positions related to military, police, security. This was suppose to be an act to be more transparent to the community. [[>>Back->RECAP3]]

You come to a stop near a street that intersects with the railroad. Before you can take in your surroundings... You start to cough. And cough. You fall on your knees. Cover your mouth. Your tongue starts to savor a gasoline flavor. You start to hack up excessive phlegm, nearly vomiting into your palms. [[You continue to cough uncontrollably...->TENSE MOMENT]]

(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXX=")[(link-reveal: "...")[(live: 2s) [[[Check your hands->LOOK]] || [[Wipe off and ignore->DON'T LOOK]] (stop:)]]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/thecough.mp3" autoplay>

(if:(history: where its name contains "STEAL IT")'s length is 1)[Black tar. As shocking as it was, it should have been expected. You spent most of your life not far from the waste sites. People have claimed it to be contagious too... Even the shelter could not save you. Your stage of Resin Breath is still acute compared to most cases... Your Guardian has to deal with the worst of it... You choose to worry about it later. One issue at a time, you tell yourself... You returned to your feet.] (if:(history: where its name contains "STEAL IT")'s length is 0)[There was nothing. You breathe a sigh of relief. All that running you did took the wind out of you. It almost seemed like you had... Don't think about it. Get back on your feet and get the medicine your Guardian needs.] [[MOVE ON->STREET CORNER]]

You gaze up into the sky, removing your hands from your face and wiping whatever essence off on your pants. You don't need to risk adding any more stress than what's already weighing you down. You don't bother looking at the potential damage before getting back up on your feet. [[MOVE ON->STREET CORNER]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--OUTLET DISTRICT-- New Moxham]] You diverge off the railroad into a residential area: plenty of suburban-style houses, most boarded-up like the stores in downtown. A neighborhood seemingly decayed over time. A few sickly residents loitered the sidewalks, some propped up on the stoops of the homes, looking onward like idled robots. (if:(history: where its name contains "STREET SIGN")'s length <= 0)[- You are a bit lost.] (if:(history: where its name contains "STREET SIGN")'s length >= 1)[- You will have to check your (text-colour:cyan)[REFERRAL] for an exact address.] * Look at [[STREET SIGN]] (if:(history: where its name contains "STREET SIGN")'s length >= 1)[* Pull out [[REFERRAL->EXAMINE]]]

You observed the street sign: the intersection of Blanchard Rd. & University Blvd. You remember the boulevard only being a few short blocks away from the local pharmacy. (text-colour:yellow)[You have arrived at the Outlet District!] You breathe a sigh of relief. The journey is just about over. Following the wide street should take you where you need to go. [[>>Back->STREET CORNER]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--OUTLET DISTRICT-- New Moxham]] You pull out the folded document and open it up to notice the lot number on top of the paper. Before you could scan the paper, a suspicious Artificial clanks its way toward you, limping off of a leg. One of its pistons is broken. Half of its sculpted head was cracked like a fractured egg, slightly across its jaw area. (text-style:"smear","expand")[(text-colour:#f07575)[Biological Anomaly. I am in need of assistance.]] * [["What do you want?"->REPLY]] * [["Go away."->REPLY]]

(text-colour:yellow)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXX=")[(font:"courier new")[Assembly password Check storage barrels Yellow, blue, red, yellow, blue]]] [[>>Back->CHEMICAL BARRELS]]

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[(font:"courier new")[CREDITS]] (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[ ''//(text-colour:yellow)[Background & "District" images (edited)]//'' Unsplash.com //''(text-colour:yellow)["Collectible" images]''// PNGTree Clipartix Pixabay FavPNG //''(text-colour:yellow)[Audio]''// FreeSound.org //''(text-colour:yellow)["Organical" logo & Story]''// T. Ray ] [[>>Back to Main Menu->START]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--OUTLET DISTRICT-- New Moxham]] (text-style:"smear","expand")[(text-colour:#f07575)[I am one COMPANION model. My human. Like a son. I protect him. Human is terminally ill. What organics call Resin Breath. Searching for pharmacy. Desperation is high.]] It reaches its cold, open hand out to you. (text-style:"smear","expand")[(text-colour:#f07575)[Please. Allow me to analyze your document. Please.]] * Offer the [[REFERRAL->CHASE SCENE]] * [["No way!"->CHASE SCENE]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--OUTLET DISTRICT-- New Moxham]] Despite any action, the sketchy tin figure snatched the referral out of your hands and took off sprinting away, into the dense neighborhood area. Even with its disabled leg, it could travel impressively fast. You started to give chase after it, but you were still out of breath from either. You keep on its tail. * [[PURSUE THE ROBOT]]

* Turn into the [[ALLEYWAY]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--OUTLET DISTRICT-- New Moxham - Divided Alleyway]] Somehow in some way, the Artificial got traction over you, speeding through the tight alleyways between the residential homes. The narrow alleyway came to an intersection. You are unsure which direction the theiving robot went. * Turn [[LEFT->RESULT1]] * Turn [[RIGHT->RESULT3]]

This passage led to a dead end. No way the thief could have went this way. [[Back->ALLEYWAY]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--OUTLET DISTRICT-- New Moxham - Divided Alleyway]] Another damn intersection. * Go [[STRAIGHT->RESULT5]] * Turn [[RIGHT->RESULT4]]

Just as the alleyway came to an open intersection, you came across the limping Artificial, struggling his way down the main road out of the neighborhoods and into an open automobile shop. The fact that this robot had the audacity to steal your (text-colour:cyan)[REFERRAL] - play with the life of your own Guardian - especially what you had to endure so far. * [[CONTINUE FOLLOWING]]

A dead end. You are starting to feel hopeless. [[>>Back->RESULT3]]

* Follow into [[AUTO SHOP]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--OUTLET DISTRICT-- New Moxham - Car Repair Shop]] The open garage contained two old, busted cars sitting within the shop, several looted toolcarts, debris. Dimly lit from the grey light emitting through the bay door. As you enter the garage, the limped Artificial lay before you, its leg finally given out. The unfortunate mech was slowly crawling toward the document - your (text-colour:cyan)[REFERRAL] - that seemingly loosened from its grip. You easily walk past the defeated bot to secure your document once more. Your frustration, then anger, soon envelope your mind. The struggles... Risking your life... Your Guardian... The state of the world... How DARE this metallic piece of shit take what's yours, you think to yourself. How DARE they try to take your Guardian away from you. * Pick up [[REFERRAL->REFERRAL-RECLAIM]]

*You have reclaimed the (text-colour:cyan)[REFERRAL]. (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Images/Collectibles/collectible_referral.png" alt="Referral" width="128px" height="128px">] [[>>Back->AUTO SHOP2]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/collectible.mp3" autoplay>

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--OUTLET DISTRICT-- New Moxham - Car Repair Shop]] (if:(history: where its name contains "TIRE IRON")'s length is 0)[(text-style:"smear","expand")[(text-colour:#f07575)[Biological Anomaly. Document provides only solution to preserve my human son. This was not a gesture of spite, but an act of sincerity. Please understand.]]] (if:(history: where its name contains "TIRE IRON")'s length is 1)[(text-style:"smear","expand")[(text-colour:#f07575)[Biological Anomaly. Please. Put down the weapon.]] ] * [[LEAVE IT]] (if:(history: where its name contains "TIRE IRON")'s length is 0)[* Pick up nearby [[TIRE IRON]]] (if:(history: where its name contains "TIRE IRON")'s length is 1)[* [[STRIKE IT]]]

You left the broken Artificial in its state. You felt however you felt at the time. It's over now. You have retrieved your (text-colour:cyan)[REFERRAL] and now you can get the cure for your Guardian. After all that running, you had to sit back against the wall for a moment, catch your breath. The adrenaline coarsing through your body was fading out. Your consciousness clears. You immediately prop up onto your feet and exit the abandoned auto shop to the street. That whole chase led you pretty far from the railroad tracks.... - You are unsure where the pursuit led you. * Check your [[SURROUNDINGS->REVEAL4]]

*You have picked up the (text-colour:cyan)[TIRE IRON]. (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Images/Collectibles/collectible_tireiron.png" alt="Tire Iron" width="128px" height="128px">] [[>>Back->AUTO SHOP2]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/collectible.mp3" autoplay>

''//Whack!//'' You strike a blow against the Artificial's fractured head. (text-style:"buoy")[(text-style:"smear","expand")[(text-colour:#f07575)[B-B-Biological Anomaly. Please forgive-give me. Only held-- purest of interest. Without it, my s-son would be forgotten.]]] * [[STRIKE IT AGAIN->ONE]] * [[LEAVE IT]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/metalbang.mp3" autoplay>

''//Whack!//'' A second critical blow against its exposed mandible. The impact sent a jolt through the tire iron up your arm. (text-style:"buoy")[(text-style:"smear","expand")[(text-colour:#f07575)[This is-is-is-is unnecess--. Please. L-l-look after m-my human.]]] * [[LEAVE IT]] * [["Fuck you."->TWO]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/metalbang.mp3" autoplay>

* [[STRIKE IT AGAIN->THREE]] * [[LEAVE IT]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/metalbang.mp3" autoplay>

* [[AGAIN->FOUR]] * [[LEAVE IT]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/metalbang.mp3" autoplay>

* [[AGAIN->FIVE]] * [[LEAVE IT]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/metalbang.mp3" autoplay>

The final blows were enough to put it out of commission. It uttered a heavily distorted noise that whimpered out over several seconds while a torrent of tarnished, black oil drooled out of its skeletal mouth. That's a familiar sight... * [[LEAVE IT]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/metal_bang_finalblow.mp3" autoplay>

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[ <img src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Images/outletdistrict_image.png" alt="OUTLET DISTRICT" width="512px" height="512px"> (font:"courier new")[OUTLET DISTRICT - [Area 04 / 04]]] Not even a two-minute walk down the business street, there stands the pharmacy, bold green sign posted above the entrance, evidentally closed-up with wooden panels & a conspicuous steel door. The shops around them, without signs or distinguished brands, remain forever untitled. Lo and behold - your final destination. (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[You finally made it.->PHARM ENTER]]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/outletdistrict_reveal.mp3" autoplay>

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--OUTLET DISTRICT-- Pharmacy - Entrance]] (if:(history: where its name contains "KNOCK HARDER")'s length is 0)[The plaza strip seemed abandoned just like everything else you've come across so far. Your heart sank a little bit, but that large steel door seems like it's been used alot recently. Hopefully, there is someone inside...] (if:(history: where its name contains "KNOCK HARDER")'s length is 1)[It's uncomfortably quiet out here...] (if:(history: where its name contains "GRAFFITI2")'s length is 1)[The steel door suddenly opened inward.] (if:(history: where its name contains "KNOCK HARDER")'s length is 0)[* Knock on [[STEEL DOOR]]] (if:(history: where its name contains "KNOCK HARDER")'s length is 1)[* Inspect [[GRAFFITI->GRAFFITI2]]] (if:(history: where its name contains "GRAFFITI2")'s length >= 1)[* Enter [[PHARMACY]]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--OUTLET DISTRICT-- Pharmacy - Entrance]] The door is locked from the inside. You knock hard several times upon the hollow metal door. No answer... * [[KNOCK HARDER]]

You knock again. No answer. Just as you almost game up, the door opened. Yet another Artificial. (text-style:"smear","expand")[(text-colour:#f07575)[Please wait a few moments. Some one will come let you in.]] It closed the door immediately after. Guess you'll just have to wait, then... [[>>Back->PHARM ENTER]]

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Images/image_graffiti.png" alt="Graffiti" width="640px" height="452px">] [[>>Back->PHARM ENTER]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/title_ambiance.mp3" autoplay>

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--OUTLET DISTRICT-- Pharmacy]] A pale overhead light illuminated a large lobby area, void of any furniture & decor. One lone Artificial stands watching you walk into the blank room, approaching the counter. You feel like you're in some kind of dream state. (text-style:"smear","expand")[(text-colour:"lime")[Welcome, human. Forgive the security. Apathy toward our kind is very high. Are you also submitting a referral?]] * Hand over the [[REFERRAL->RESOLVE]]

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--OUTLET DISTRICT-- Pharmacy]] The droid read over the paper, copying the lot number on top of the document before placing it down upon the counter. (text-style:"smear","expand")[(text-colour:"lime")[Apologies for your loss. I shall go fetch your alternative. Wait here please.]] It immediately turned to head through a back door behind the counter, leaving you alone in the empty lobby. "Alternative"? "Loss"? Something's not right here... * Inspect the [[REFERRAL->THE REVEAL]]

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Images/Collectibles/image_referralinfo.png" alt="Referral" width="692px" height="900px">] [[>>Back->"REPLACE"]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/SFX/paper_flip.mp3" autoplay> <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/the_referral.mp3" autoplay>

(align:"=><=")[(font:"courier new")[--OUTLET DISTRICT-- Pharmacy]] But, how? How could you not have noticed the referral before? Why didn't your Guardian tell you? All the warnings were there, but you... What really drove you to come here? Did you hold on to hope? Or did you know the fate long before arriving here? ... To hell with SimTech. To hell with the disease. To hell with this wretched world. - You don't know what to think anymore. * Trespass through the [[BACK DOORS]]

Behind the doors, there it stood. It's head lowered as you entered the door. The printed smile seem to express some sort of warmth, like a mother with their child - a special bond. Was it pre-established? Is this why you journeyed all this way? This is not the world you remember. You are drawn to the Artificial, but you see a painted machine. Or do you? (text-style:"smear","expand")[(text-colour:"cyan")[I'm so happy you are here. How are you doing? I hope you aren't terribly injured after that whole adventure of yours.]] * Approach [[YOUR NEW GUARDIAN]]

You take a step closer, the titanium titan, void of warmth & deep emotion, reminds you of safety & home at the same time. It leans down to eye-level with you, those dead eyes gazing into not just you, but your past, your fears, your aspirations, everything about you. (text-style:"smear","expand")[(text-colour:"cyan")[I love you.]] * [["I love you too."->CHOICE1]] (if:(history: where its name contains "YOUR NEW GUARDIAN")'s length is 0)[* [["No..."->YOUR NEW GUARDIAN]]] (if:(history: where its name contains "YOUR NEW GUARDIAN")'s length is 1)[* [["Please, No..."->YOUR NEW GUARDIAN]]] (if:(history: where its name contains "YOUR NEW GUARDIAN")'s length is 2)[* [["I don't want this..."->YOUR NEW GUARDIAN]]]

(align:"=><=")+(box:"=XXXXXXXX=")[(link-reveal: "You love your Guardian, but remain trapped in a state of ambivalence.")[(live: 2s) [[[Embrace It->EMBRACE]] || [[Destroy It->DESTROY]] (stop:)]]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/final_choice.mp3" autoplay>

Your Guardian keeps you safe. In these dark times, a world slowly being assimilated by the SimTech parasite, it doesn't hurt to befriend the beast to survive. Perhaps you and your ~~new~~ Guardian will venture further east... You've stayed inside so long, within such a dense and miserable town. You forget about the life you had back west, giving your new protector a big hug. Those cold arms with warm up in time, you convinced yourself. (if:(history: where its name contains "STEAL IT")'s length is 1)[Your health doesn't matter right now. So long as you have your Guardian by your side. If Resin Breath does take your final breath away, at least you will get to spend the last moments with your Guardian.] You both exit the pharmacy, united. Only the clothes on your back and the company you both keep are the things most critical to you. Everything else will fall in line, right? * [[CONTINUE->RESULTS]]

You kick the machine over, smashing your heel against its fragile head until the whole thing shattered. You stormed out those same back doors and through the same entrance to the pharmacy you came in from. No one, man or machine, tried to stop you. This was all a waste of time, you thought to yourself. Or maybe, this was a wake-up call. Nothing remains for us here. In this town. Already consumed by the SimTech parasite. Perhaps there is a future for you all out west? When was the last time you truly left your tiny little city? There is mystery in the unknown, but staying here spells certain doom for sure... (if:(history: where its name contains "STEAL IT")'s length is 1)[You have contracted Resin Breath as well... At least you can push through it alongside your human Guardian. Your REAL Guardian.] You both will have to find a way to travel out west, away from the ever-growing SimTech parasite. * [[CONTINUE->RESULTS]]

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[["You will find a way. Just as you already have."->POST PASSAGE]]]

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[(font:"courier new")[Choices & Results]] - Your first impression of the Artificials was (if:(history: where its name contains "\"They shouldn't be here.\"")'s length is 0)[POSITIVE](if:(history: where its name contains "\"They shouldn't be here.\"")'s length is 1)[NEGATIVE]. - You chose to (if:(history: where its name contains "STEAL IT")'s length is 1)[STEAL A TRAIN TICKET](if:(history: where its name contains "STEAL IT")'s length is 0)[NAVIGATE OUT OF THE DISTRICT]. - You navigated the SimTech complex (if:(history: where its name contains "STEAL IT")'s length is 0)[WITH](if:(history: where its name contains "STEAL IT")'s length is 1)[WITHOUT] a (text-colour:cyan)[RESPIRATOR]. - You (if:(history: where its name contains "STEAL IT")'s length is 1)[CONTRACTED RESIN BREATH](if:(history: where its name contains "STEAL IT")'s length is 0)[HAD A FALSE SCARE]. - You left the COMPANION robot (if:(history: where its name contains "FIVE")'s length is 0)[(if:(history: where its name contains "STRIKE IT")'s length is 0)[UNHARMED](if:(history: where its name contains "STRIKE IT")'s length is 1)[DAMAGED]](if:(history: where its name contains "FIVE")'s length is 1)[DESTROYED]. - You (if:(history: where its name contains "DESTROY")'s length is 0)[ACCEPTED](if:(history: where its name contains "DESTROY")'s length is 1)[REJECTED] your new Guardian. * [[FINISH->ENDSCENE]]

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/jT6yhHp/organical-title.png" alt="Organical" width="894px" height="129px">] (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[(font:"courier new")[Thank You For Playing!] [[Back to Main Menu->START]]] <audio src="https://srdftgsdfhdg.000webhostapp.com/Audio/end_music.mp3" autoplay>

(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[This wasn't to cure your Guardian, this was to replace them.->BACK]]]