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Last Diner 2

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se missão aceita e requisitos cumpridos

The last bloat deflates against the counter and the diner goes quiet again, the honest kind of quiet this time.

Among what spills out, most of it is better left undescribed. But there's paper.

The goo covers it end to end, but the paper underneath held together. Whatever's written there is still in one piece, if it can be gotten at.

Somebody's receipt, wearing a coat of ink.

Try to carefully clean it

You work the goo off with a rag and patience, corner to corner, until the ink gives up the paper. What's left is stained gray but readable.

conclui a missão
oferece a missão The Last Diner (Part 3)
senão
se missão aceita

The bloats that are left drag themselves between the booths, heavy and unhurried. Whatever's inside them is staying inside until you take it out.

fim
senão

You watch the bloats work the floor. They're not hunting. They're finishing something. Bellies dragging, trails of black behind them, moving between the booths like patrons who never got the check.

One of them noses along the counter, following it end to end, the way a thing does when it's been over the same ground before and found something worth remembering.

And they're fat. Fatter than bloats have any business being out here, where a lizard counts as a good week. Something fed them, and fed them recently, and there is nothing in this ruin that says food.

No cans. No cellar. No grease burned into the grill. Just a dozen swollen bodies and the smell of ink over something older, something almost like a kitchen.

Whatever the travelers ate here, whatever was left of this place's strange hospitality, it went down these throats. If anything survived the trip, it's still in there.

There's one way to check the contents, and it isn't gentle.

TIP: Leather armor is exceptionally good against Chemical attacks that Inkbloats do

sobre a missão The Last Diner (Part 2)
se missão aceita

quest: accepted

You pick your first target. The ink stains everything, so aim for the parts that pop away from you.

fim
senão

quest: declined

You leave them to their meal. The diner keeps its secrets a while longer.

fim
encerra a conversa
Código-fonte do diálogo
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if is_quest_accepted and are_quest_requirements_met
	Narrator: *The last bloat deflates against the counter and the diner goes quiet again, the honest kind of quiet this time.*
		*Among what spills out, most of it is better left undescribed. But there's paper.*
	Narrator: *The goo covers it end to end, but the paper underneath held together. Whatever's written there is still in one piece, if it can be gotten at.*
		*Somebody's receipt, wearing a coat of ink.*
	- Try to carefully clean it
		Narrator: *You work the goo off with a rag and patience, corner to corner, until the ink gives up the paper. What's left is stained gray but readable.* [#complete_quest]
		Narrator: [#load_quest=5bb66d55-9b9f-4891-9297-7f751bc3228e]
else
	if is_quest_accepted
		Narrator: *The bloats that are left drag themselves between the booths, heavy and unhurried. Whatever's inside them is staying inside until you take it out.* [#end]
	else
		Narrator: *You watch the bloats work the floor. They're not hunting. They're finishing something. Bellies dragging, trails of black behind them, moving between the booths like patrons who never got the check.*
			*One of them noses along the counter, following it end to end, the way a thing does when it's been over the same ground before and found something worth remembering.*
		Narrator: *And they're fat. Fatter than bloats have any business being out here, where a lizard counts as a good week. Something fed them, and fed them recently, and there is nothing in this ruin that says food.*
			*No cans. No cellar. No grease burned into the grill. Just a dozen swollen bodies and the smell of ink over something older, something almost like a kitchen.*
		Narrator: *Whatever the travelers ate here, whatever was left of this place's strange hospitality, it went down these throats. If anything survived the trip, it's still in there.*
			*There's one way to check the contents, and it isn't gentle.*
			TIP: Leather armor is exceptionally good against Chemical attacks that Inkbloats do
		Narrator: [#quest_info=7ea6e34b-6ada-40cc-99a1-743d74da865e]
		if is_quest_accepted:
			Narrator: [quest: accepted] [#end]
				*You pick your first target. The ink stains everything, so aim for the parts that pop away from you.*
		else:
			Narrator: [quest: declined] [#end]
				*You leave them to their meal. The diner keeps its secrets a while longer.*
=> END