Evento
The Hermit's Shack
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event:215fd4ef-3c07-4fc7-a2e4-a357c4d7e22a- Archivos de origen
events.json- Revisiones
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{
"event": {
"options": [
{
"outcomes": {
"failure": {
"text": ""
},
"success": {
"text": "You walk past without slowing. The smoke continues. The door stays closed. Some people choose isolation for reasons you don't need to understand. The sign was clear enough."
}
},
"skill_requirement": {},
"text": "Respect the sign and keep walking. Not everyone in the waste wants company."
},
{
"outcomes": {
"failure": {
"text": "The door doesn't open. After thirty seconds, a voice from inside says: \"I said keep passing.\" You hear the unmistakable sound of a weapon being handled. You keep passing."
},
"success": {
"text": "After a long pause, the door opens a crack. An old woman squints at you. \"What.\" You explain you're just passing through. She stares for a moment, then hands you a pack of carrots. \"For the road. Now go.\" The door closes. Shortest social interaction of your life."
}
},
"skill_requirement": {},
"text": "Knock on the door. The sign says no trouble - that's different from no visitors."
},
{
"outcomes": {
"failure": {
"text": "You knock and mention the mesquite smoke. She stares at you. \"Everyone knows mesquite.\" She's right - it's the most common fuel wood in the region. Your observation wasn't impressive, just obvious. The door closes."
},
"success": {
"text": "The smoke is thin and pale yellow - mesquite wood, burning hot and clean. That's a cooking fire, not a heating fire, and mesquite means she's smoking or slow-roasting something. You knock and mention you're a cook yourself. The door opens wider this time. Twenty minutes later you're trading recipes over strips of smoked jackrabbit. She sends you off with food and a tip about a water source two hours east that isn't on any map."
}
},
"skill_requirement": {
"cooking": 3
},
"text": "That chimney - the smoke color tells you what she's burning. And what she's cooking."
}
],
"text": "A structure that barely qualifies as a building stands fifty meters off the trail - scrap metal walls, a canvas roof, and a chimney made from stacked cans. Smoke rises from it. Someone lives here, deliberately, in the middle of nothing.\n\nA hand-painted sign on the door reads: \"NO TROUBLE. JUST PASSING? KEEP PASSING.\"",
"title": "The Hermit's Shack",
"type": 2,
"uuid": "215fd4ef-3c07-4fc7-a2e4-a357c4d7e22a"
}
}