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    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? _

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        Immediately to your south are the trolley tracks. On your left, the tracks diverge, leading towards the desperate, pleading faces of the track-bound.

        On the other side of the tracks is an old grain silo preserved by a historical society. It looks freshly painted in white. In the distance, you see a block of slot houses all looking the same.

        A woman in designer yoga pants is walking a panicked-looking husky.

        The emergency alarm of the trolley is blaring.

        What do you do? _

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            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.

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            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? _