Map points

• Container: Fingerless Gloves
  MartinaiseItems: 1
• Container: White Tank Top
  MartinaiseItems: 1
• Container: Glass tare
  MartinaiseItems: 1
• Observation: I am here... Please, listen... It will be hard to hear me…
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• Observation: The Delta Logistics Company truck stands here waiting, reflecting white light from the…
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• Observation: You were right. That streethawker really was stealing from the back of his own truck.
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• Observation: This is it -- the scene of the party. The fire pit, cigarettes, and empty bottles all…
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• Observation: An old door, worn by elements, guards the depot. The wind has blown a sand dune in front…
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• Observation: A strange feeling... looking at the water. Maybe you should just wander off into the sea…
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• Observation: The remaining windows rattle from a strong gust of wind. They're covered in a thick layer…
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• Observation: ICM? This feels familiar somehow...
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• Observation: You see that seagull up there? Remind you of anybody?
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• Observation: That patch of reeds over there -- it's a great place to hide something. Kind of out of…
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• Observation: You made the right call there. It feels good. Pure.
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• Observation: A drop in temperature. An easy flow of air: an empty street. Before you, a thoroughfare…
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• Observation: As you look back you think: So love did do him in after all.
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• Observation: Ruination has come. The broken arches betray the once grand history of this building. It…
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• Observation: Just dead and dying locusts, and the slow swaying of surrounding reeds.
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• Observation: One of the flyers has gotten stuck to the branches of a small brush. The sound of it…
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• Observation: Snow is quietly covering the numerous wine bottles and cigarette butts on the ground…
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• Observation: An old door, worn by elements, guards the depot. The wind has blown a sand dune in front…
  MartinaiseDialogue: 1
• Observation: Give up. You'll never find the answer. There's no other copy of "Dick Mullen and the…
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• Observation: A few locusts trudge along the wall of the trap. The rest are piled in a heap in the…
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• Observation: Something isn't right about this game.
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• Observation: It is harder and harder to reach you... I am not sure how well you'll hear me...
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• Observation: A Stas-Rajko! One of the finest Zsiemsk-made motor carriages ever. An oldie but a goldie.
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• Observation: Is there something here that would indicate a sniper used this place as a nest for taking…
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• Observation: The Headless FALN Rider -- he could appear at any minute!
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• Observation: Winter, slow to let go of Revachol, flecks some more wet snow from above...
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• Observation: The spread pattern of these bullet holes makes your chest ache. Your breath grows heavier.
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• Observation: Damn, that felt good. Your heart's pounding nicely. You should tell people to fuck off…
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• Observation: The chain trails off into the ocean, connecting the island to the supply depot on the…
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• Observation: The trap is filled with dead and dying locusts. Most of them aren't moving anymore. You…
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• Observation: Droplets of rain fall on the white-on-blue police livery of the motor carriage.
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• Observation: The trap is full of locusts, but they seem weak and unhealthy. A few lie on their backs…
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• Observation: There! Working class drunk! You know what this means, right?
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• Observation: An old door, worn by elements, guards the depot. The wind has blown a sand dune in front…
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• Observation: Stop. Just up ahead: danger.
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• Observation: As you hold your ledger's clip under the headlamp, a shimmering iridescent pattern…
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• Observation: Just as you look at the flowers, a gust of wind raises them from the roof, picking them…
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• Observation: There's no way the perp is in here, officer. Look how scarred the boards are -- all…
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• Observation: The sight of bullet holes stirs something in you, making you forget the lieutenant's…
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• Observation: Wait, stop -- that man, bloated beyond all recognition, was 42?
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• Observation: You think you have a pretty hot suspect right now, don't you? That Ruby of yours.
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• Observation: Woah! What have we here?
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• Container: Glass tare
  MartinaiseItems: 1
• Observation: Was that -- could it be -- the Col Do Ma Ma Daqua?! No. It's probably just your…
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• Observation: An old door, worn by elements, guards the depot. The wind has blown a sand dune in front…
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• Observation: The dry grass crackles under your feet as you stop. Far away birds' wings touch the still…
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• Observation: All around you, rain falls on the great city of Revachol. Rain drips from the eaves and…
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