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  "text": "~ start 81799b50-adf5-444f-9900-d4c081757a85\nif is_quest_accepted\n\tEmma: *She looks up from her mortar, hands still working.* [#end]\n\t\tThe diner. Northwest, location (10,14). If the grill's hot, be polite. If it isn't, be careful.\nelse\n\tEmma: *Emma sits in the shade of her awning, grinding something pale into powder. She nods you toward a stool without stopping her hands.*\n\t\tThree people came off the road this week telling me the same story. I want you to hear it before you decide I've been in the sun too long.\n\tEmma: A diner. Lights on, grill going, out where nothing should be standing.\n\t\tThey walk in half-dead, and a cook asks what they want. Not what he's got on hand - what they want. And he brings it out exactly right.\n\t\tThey eat, they sleep in a booth, they wake up on gravel with no diner in sight.\n\t- Three people told you this?\n\t\tEmma: Word for word, near enough. Different roads, different nights. None of them knew each other.\n\t\t\t*She taps the pestle clean against the bowl's rim.*\n\t\t\tTruckers told this story before the war. Same stretch of country, even. My grandmother said the road feeds the ones it means to keep.\n\t- You believe them?\n\t\tEmma: I believe they ate. You can't fake the look of someone who's had a real meal. I've fed too many people who haven't.\n\t\t\tWhat I don't know is who's cooking, and why now, and why only for us.\n\tEmma: One of them marked where he woke up. It's south of here.\n\t\tGo and look. If there's a kind soul out there feeding my people, I want to thank them.\n\t\tAnd if it's something else wearing a kind soul's apron, I want to know that more.\n\tEmma: [#quest_info=7c770fe9-e8c7-453a-886f-b9fc5a8cb616]\n\tif is_quest_accepted:\n\t\tEmma: [quest: accepted] [#end]\n\t\t\tTake water. Whatever's out there, don't count on it feeding you too.\n\t\t\tMay your footsteps be light!\n\telse:\n\t\tEmma: [quest: declined] [#end]\n\t\t\t*She returns to the mortar.*\n\t\t\tThen we'll let the road keep its secrets a while longer.\n=> END\n\n~ start 5bad5108-3b1c-4b1b-a1da-db5dc11a7d98\nif is_quest_accepted and are_quest_requirements_met\n\tNarrator: *The diner is here. Or it was, once, a long time before anyone woke up on this gravel. Sun-bleached shell, roof sagged in over the kitchen, a pole out front holding a sign too faded to read.*\n\t\t*No lights. No grill smell. By the look of the place, nothing's been cooked here since the war.*\n\tNarrator: *But something's been eating.* [#complete_quest]\n\t\t*Inkbloats. A dozen of them, maybe more, dragging themselves between the booths and over the counter, swollen fat and slow. They've stained the floor black in trails.*\n\t\t*Whatever the travelers found here, the bloats found it after.*\n\t- They're gorged on something\n\t\tNarrator: [#load_quest=7ea6e34b-6ada-40cc-99a1-743d74da865e]\nelse\n\tNarrator: *A ruin like a hundred others. If it has something for you, it's not offering yet.* [#end]\n=> END"
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