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AMALTHEA

[ The Traveler steps in front of all of you, her arms raised dramatically! ]

Today, we take the first step of a very, very long journey together! This dream belongs to a young man, a criminal and his gang who on an otherwise normal heist has gotten in way over his head! Normally, this would be a nightmare, full of blood and death and abject horror!

Fortunately, I have taken the liberty of altering this dream so that it is completely safe and above all, fun! It would not do to have your first foray into the world of unreality to be so unwelcoming! The goal of this game is to survive, reach the end, and solve the mystery...

The mystery of the Train Tracker!

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[...Cases for musical instruments.]

[> Engage the black suits.]

Pardon me, could you play a number for us?

[ A rather rough man turns to face you. ]

You think we can set up in this tiny hall, girlie?

Not at all. I just wish to make sure those are actual instruments in those cases.

[>POINT TOY PISTOL AT BAD GUYS THREATENINGLY.]

A gunshot was just fired, and one can never be too sure.

[ The rough man waves to his companions, who continue on despite the gun. He steps in between them and Belt. ]

You threatenin' us, girlie?

I would never dream of threatening you.

One.

[ I'm just going to pre-empt that countdown and slam this cello case into the side of your head ]

[In that case we both just had the same cheap idea because I had no intention of ever reaching two before pulling the trigger.]

[This probably is not going to end well.]

[ He grunts in pain as your DANGEROUS 1930s TOY PISTOL fires a pellet into his gut, but he's obviously not significantly injured.

You, on the other hand, are smashed by the case, but there's no pain at all. Just a sticker that reads "NECK INJURY" on your forehead.

You feel like moving is now A LOT HARDER. ]

[...well damn.]

[I guess this has shown us scientifically what injury does to us.]

[And I guess that these guys aren't our shooters.]

[ okay but he is totally taking a tommy gun out of that cello case and aiming it at you ]

[> Flatten self against well and hunker down on the floor to stay out of the way of bullets.

Sorry Belt.]

[Oh never mind he IS our shooter GUESS ITS TIME TO BRAIN HIM WITH A BOTTLE OF TOTALLY LEGIT BOOZE.]

Hit him, now. [And by that I mean tell Titan to do it.]

[While also trying to do it myself.]

[ OKAY WELL HE GETS HIT BY TWO BOTTLES OF BOOZE AND IS NOW BLEEDING

BUT HE IS SHOOTING THE FUCK OUT OF BELT, AND THEN THE ROOF WHILE HE GRASPS AT HIS FACE WITH ONE HAND. ]

Fuck -- !

[ Belt's status has changed to "DEAD". ]

And this is a death.

Titan, kindly kill him by bludgeoning him to death with my remaining bottle and take his gun. I have an inkling.

Are you kidding me? He's got friends!

[ sorry Belt he is just gonna attempt to scoop you up and make a run for the nearest exit here ]

Yes. And a tommy gun in close quarters in a surprise attack would wipe all of them. You heard the shooting from the dining care, did you n--

[That said at the scooping she's just going to. Uh. Kind of flail around and gasp.]