Fully merged with Starter Adventure

src/CrimsonHunter.twee

@@ -1,14 +1,6 @@
 :: StoryTitle
 Crimson Hunter
 
-:: StoryInit
-(set: $bond to 50)
-(set: $inventory to (a:))
-(set: $thrusters to "stable")
-(set: $commStatus to "open")
-(set: $callsign to "Crimson Hunter")
-(set: $partner to "Patchwork")
-
 
 :: StoryData
 {
@@ -20,29 +12,75 @@ Crimson Hunter
 }
 
 
-:: Header [header] {"position":"450,350","size":"100,100"}
+:: BarrelLaunch {"position":"275,75","size":"100,100"}
-(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[''Starter Adventure'' |
+You punch a barrel roll straight into launch, laughing as *Strider V* spirals out from the Skyloft like a bottle rocket.
-            [[Settings->Settings]]]
 
-:: Return {"position":"575,350","size":"100,100"}
+> {Patchwork}: "Seriously?! They're gonna **see you from orbit,** $player!"
-(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[(link-goto:
+
-            "Return", (history:)'s last)]
+The Skiff's stabilizers whine — but you land clean, riding momentum straight into open air.
+
+[[Boost toward the mission marker.->MissionStart]]
 
 
-:: Settings {"position":"450,500","size":"100,100"}
+:: CleanLaunch {"position":"600,250","size":"100,100"}
-(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[=
+You ease the throttle up smoothly, letting the Skiff slide off the Skyloft lip like a stone skipping water.
-            Name: (input-box:2bind $player,"X",1,"Max")
-            Location: (dropdown: bind $location, "Sunset Arms", "TPaw HQ")
-            Class: (dropdown: bind $class, "DJ", "Programmer")
 
-            (display:"Return")
+Zack hums approval through the line.
+
+> {Patchwork}: "Finally. A **professional criminal.** Mom would be so proud."
+
+Clouds part under you like gates. The sky is yours.
+
+[[Head toward the mission marker.->MissionStart]]
+
+
+:: Header [header] {"position":"75,425","size":"100,100"}
+(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[''Crimson Hunter |  [[Settings->Settings]] ]
+
+
+:: LiftOffWild {"position":"600,100","size":"100,100"}
+You slam the throttle without even looking.
+
+The Skiff lurches forward like a furious catapult. Somewhere, Zack yelps into the comms.
+
+> {Patchwork}: "WHAT THE HELL MAX—!"
+
+You grin feral, blood singing. *Now* you're awake.
+
+[[Steer hard toward the mission marker.->MissionStart]]
 
 
 :: Main Menu {"position":"325,350","size":"100,100"}
 (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[=
             ## [[Play->Start]]
 
-:: Start
+
+:: MissionStart {"position":"425,150","size":"100,100"}
+Ahead, the coordinates Zack sent shimmer against the endless clouds — a salvage beacon pulsing weakly atop a broken drift.
+
+Job's simple:
+- Retrieve whatever's left.
+- Don’t die.
+- Optional: look cooler than anyone else ever has while doing it.
+
+The Sky calls. You answer.
+
+[[Approach the salvage drift.->Main Menu]]
+
+
+:: Return {"position":"75,150","size":"100,100"}
+(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[(link-goto:
+            "Return", (history:)'s last)]
+
+
+:: Settings {"position":"200,475","size":"100,100"}
+(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[=
+            Name: (input-box:2bind $player,"X",1,"Max")
+
+            (display:"Return")
+
+
+:: Start {"position":"450,325","size":"100,100"}
 Your cockpit hums like a sleeping dragon.
 Through the cracked canopy of *Strider V*, a soft red mist curls off the Skyloft’s edge. Somewhere deep in the chassis, warning lights flicker half-heartedly, like they’re as tired as you are.
 
@@ -56,50 +94,18 @@ Your knuckles ache against the worn controls. Another job. Another gamble. Anoth
 [[Mutter and stretch lazily.->WakeupLazy]]
 [[Groan dramatically into the comms.->WakeupGroan]]
 
-:: WakeupGrin
-You crack a grin so wide it probably pings off every cheap sensor in a ten-meter radius.
 
-> {You}: "Relax, Patchwork. *Crimson Hunter's* always ready to fly."
+:: StoryInit {"position":"75,275","size":"100,100"}
+(set: $bond to 50)
+(set: $inventory to (a:))
+(set: $thrusters to "stable")
+(set: $commStatus to "open")
+(set: $callsign to "Crimson Hunter")
+(set: $partner to "Patchwork")
+(set: $player to "Max")
 
-A beat of static. Then Zack’s voice, drier than desert toast:
 
-> {Patchwork}: "Sure, ace. Tell that to your **left booster**, which by the way, is crying for mercy."
+:: SystemsCheck {"position":"775,100","size":"100,100"}
-
-The Skiff shudders under you — an old, familiar tremble, like a dog itching for the chase.
-
-[[Check systems manually.->SystemsCheck]]
-[[Punch it and hope for the best.->LiftOffWild]]
-
-:: WakeupLazy
-You stretch slow, deliberate, bones cracking like popcorn.
-$player Casey’s guide to being technically alive: minimal effort, maximum cool.
-
-> {You}: "Mmrph. Five more minutes. Tell the sky pirates to hold, will ya?"
-
-Zack exhales loud enough to blow out the comm mic.
-
-> {Patchwork}: "Yeah, I'll just *reschedule* reality. Get moving, Hunter."
-
-The Skiff's dash blinks a soft yellow — not urgent, but not *great* either.
-
-[[Check systems manually.->SystemsCheck]]
-[[Punch it and hope for the best.->LiftOffWild]]
-
-:: WakeupGroan
-You press your forehead to the controls and groan, long and theatrical.
-
-> {You}: "Consider me dead. Tell my fan club."
-
-Zack snorts.
-
-> {Patchwork}: "Cool. I'll write a eulogy. 'Here lies Crimson Hunter. Taken too soon. Self-inflicted cause of death: **Chronic dumbassery.**'"
-
-Outside, the Skyloft's early light fractures across the clouds — gold and blood-red.
-
-[[Check systems manually.->SystemsCheck]]
-[[Punch it and hope for the best.->LiftOffWild]]
-
-:: SystemsCheck
 You sweep your fingers across the cracked holopanel, coaxing a grudging status feed from *Strider V*.
 
 - Thrusters: Stable-ish.
@@ -115,46 +121,48 @@ Zack pings back:
 [[Launch clean and professional.->CleanLaunch]]
 [[Launch with a barrel roll, style first.->BarrelLaunch]]
 
-:: LiftOffWild
-You slam the throttle without even looking.
 
-The Skiff lurches forward like a furious catapult. Somewhere, Zack yelps into the comms.
+:: WakeupGrin {"position":"925,150","size":"100,100"}
+You crack a grin so wide it probably pings off every cheap sensor in a ten-meter radius.
 
-> {Patchwork}: "WHAT THE HELL MAX—!"
+> {You}: "Relax, Patchwork. *Crimson Hunter's* always ready to fly."
 
-You grin feral, blood singing. *Now* you're awake.
+A beat of static. Then Zack’s voice, drier than desert toast:
 
-[[Steer hard toward the mission marker.->MissionStart]]
+> {Patchwork}: "Sure, ace. Tell that to your **left booster**, which by the way, is crying for mercy."
 
-:: CleanLaunch
+The Skiff shudders under you — an old, familiar tremble, like a dog itching for the chase.
-You ease the throttle up smoothly, letting the Skiff slide off the Skyloft lip like a stone skipping water.
 
-Zack hums approval through the line.
+[[Check systems manually.->SystemsCheck]]
+[[Punch it and hope for the best.->LiftOffWild]]
 
-> {Patchwork}: "Finally. A **professional criminal.** Mom would be so proud."
 
-Clouds part under you like gates. The sky is yours.
+:: WakeupGroan {"position":"775,225","size":"100,100"}
+You press your forehead to the controls and groan, long and theatrical.
 
-[[Head toward the mission marker.->MissionStart]]
+> {You}: "Consider me dead. Tell my fan club."
 
-:: BarrelLaunch
+Zack snorts.
-You punch a barrel roll straight into launch, laughing as *Strider V* spirals out from the Skyloft like a bottle rocket.
 
-> {Patchwork}: "Seriously?! They're gonna **see you from orbit,** $player!"
+> {Patchwork}: "Cool. I'll write a eulogy. 'Here lies Crimson Hunter. Taken too soon. Self-inflicted cause of death: **Chronic dumbassery.**'"
 
-The Skiff's stabilizers whine — but you land clean, riding momentum straight into open air.
+Outside, the Skyloft's early light fractures across the clouds — gold and blood-red.
 
-[[Boost toward the mission marker.->MissionStart]]
+[[Check systems manually.->SystemsCheck]]
+[[Punch it and hope for the best.->LiftOffWild]]
 
-:: MissionStart
-Ahead, the coordinates Zack sent shimmer against the endless clouds — a salvage beacon pulsing weakly atop a broken drift.
 
-Job's simple:
+:: WakeupLazy {"position":"700,375","size":"100,100"}
-- Retrieve whatever's left.
+You stretch slow, deliberate, bones cracking like popcorn.
-- Don’t die.
+$player Casey’s guide to being technically alive: minimal effort, maximum cool.
-- Optional: look cooler than anyone else ever has while doing it.
 
-The Sky calls. You answer.
+> {You}: "Mmrph. Five more minutes. Tell the sky pirates to hold, will ya?"
 
-[[Approach the salvage drift.->DriftApproach]]
+Zack exhales loud enough to blow out the comm mic.
 
+> {Patchwork}: "Yeah, I'll just *reschedule* reality. Get moving, Hunter."
+
+The Skiff's dash blinks a soft yellow — not urgent, but not *great* either.
+
+[[Check systems manually.->SystemsCheck]]
+[[Punch it and hope for the best.->LiftOffWild]]