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You enter the restaurant and, without even looking at the menu, begin ordering at the counter. The cashier, who you imagine is the owner's daughter, is baffled by your perfect Cantonese pronunciation. She responds in English with the price and tells you it will be 12-15 minutes.

Fifteen minutes later, you are sitting at a table holding chopsticks and staring down three steamer baskets of dumplings. The street outside is clogged with ambulances, police, and screaming mourners, but that just means you have the restaurant all to yourself. The owner's daughter replaces your teapot with a fresh pot of oolong.

GAME OVER

DUMPLING ENDING (2/?)

Final score 160/150

You enter the restaurant and, without even looking at the menu, begin ordering at the counter. The cashier, who you imagine is the owner's daughter, is baffled by your perfect Cantonese pronunciation. She responds in English with the price and tells you it will be 12-15 minutes.

Fifteen minutes later, you are sitting at a table holding chopsticks and staring down three steamer baskets of dumplings. The street outside is clogged with ambulances, police, and screaming mourners, but that just means you have the restaurant all to yourself. The owner's daughter replaces your teapot with a fresh pot of oolong.

GAME OVER

DUMPLING ENDING (2/?)

Final score 160/150

You scream, waving your hands over your head in a frantic dance. You fling blood droplets everywhere.

What do you do? _

Saved as Kant-stop-me-now-2024-4-8.trolley.

To the north, you see a quaint downtown district that shows signs of recent renovation, and even more recent sudden collapse. A gastro-brewpub advertises trivia on Tuesdays. There are two bearded men sitting at an outdoor table with their beers, watching in rapt horror as the trolley speeds towards the people bound to the tracks.

You hear an emergency whistle from the trolley.

What do you do? _

You activate your dark heart, moving so fast that you perceive the train coming to a crawl, then a stop. The sky itself looks dark, the physics of relativity cracking under the strain of your newfound power. Gliding on ink-black wings erupting from each limb, you approach, meet the gaze, then execute each of the track-bound mortals, only processing what your body is doing after you pull your claw out of the chest of your fifth and final victim. By the time the train arrives -- seconds later by the timelines of the weak -- you have already left this town for gorier pastures.

GAME OVER DEMON ENDING (1/?) Final score: 14/150

You reach out totl touch the train. The metal siding of the train is cold and smooth, and the bright, saturated reds and blues painted along it remind you of a cartoon. There is an advertisement for a local law firm speeding past you too quickly to read.

A fifth of a second later, your ring fingertip is caught on the edge of a metal panel and sheared off.

Your finger is bleeding. What do you do? _

You see a hand-operated railroad switch consisting of a lever, a brightly painted switch signal, and a switch stand. It is connected to a pull rod on the tracks. There is also a remotely controlled switch machine nearby; it appears this manual switch was left in for redundancy. A black and white sign nearby says DO NOT TOUCH.

The train is close enough that you could reach out and touch it, but that would be dangerous.

What do you do? _

You walk west to the end of the street. There is a fast-casual dim sum restaurant here, which smells lovely. On the other side of the intersection is a flower shop, but it appears to be closed today. Across the street are trolley tracks, and past that is a dog park. You can go north, south, east, west, or into the restaurant.

The sound of the tram is behind you now.

What do you do? _

Saved to slot 1. Name this save?

On the side of the grain house is the words "OLDE MILL" in four-meter-high block letters. The original silo dates back to the late 1880s when the town was originally founded, before it was absorbed into the greater city metro. There's a memorial plaque at the base, but you can't read it because it's on the other side of the tracks, and also because the speeding tram is in the way.

You expect that they may add a new memorial plaque after today.

The emergency alarms are blaring. There are screams ahead on the track.

To the west you see a Flexity streetcar coming down the tracks. It will pass by on your left side in a few seconds. The driver is a middle-aged black woman who, under other circumstances, might remind you of a television chef; at the moment, she looks dour and resigned, like a television chef whose frittata burned.

At the end of the street, there is a grand opening sign for a new fast-casual dim sum restaurant named Dim Sum Kitsch. The sign advertises $5 soup dumplings. There is a faint smell of frying oil coming from that direction.

The emergency alarm is blaring.

You can't get ye flask.