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