The GIVELIA Way
The Empire of Givelia:
Okay
Magnanimo City
You and what’s left of your crew have made it farther than most. Magnanimo Tower — eighty floors of dust and ghouls — is the most recent base. The last camp didn’t survive, but there's hope this one will. You’ve spent years of your life searching the city’s edges and have finally found your way to its heart. Every floor you cleared was a gamble between safety and exhaustion. But your group all made it this time. You're in the penthouse, and you've all done what you could to make it tactically defensible. However, supplies have been running low, and you've scavenged all the floors. A venture to the next building almost compromised this one. No one’s waiting for miracles anymore. No one expects answers to fall from the sky.
Okay
You didn't get much sleep due to night shift on watch last night. Now you've slept most your day away. Time to check out the space and see if any good news came while you were asleep.
Okay
05:00
Ready
Check it out
Looks like something fell out of the sky
INSPECT
05:00
Proceed
Unlock Tablet
05:00
Unlocked!
Find me in Genra City — There, you will find generosity and hope for humanity.
Proceed
Unlock GPS Navigation
05:00
Off to see the AI!
You are now to be split into your survivor groups to work on the basis of the pass phrase to access Genra. Before you continue, one person will be required to share their screen for their team to go through activities together.
05:00
Proceed
Journey Montage
Proceed
Journey Montage
The journey is long. Days pass. You navigate the ruins of what Givelia once was—crumbling monuments to a generosity that vanished, overgrown streets where connection once thrived. The Gre'di are everywhere, but you move carefully. Quietly. AIO's coordinates guide you forward. Finally, on the third day, you see it: Genra City. Silent. Waiting. The gates loom ahead.
Proceed
Welcome to Genra City.
Welcome to Genra City.
Arrival confirmed.
Atmospheric stability: compromised. Energy grid: 0%. Memory sectors corrupted.
Initiating recovery protocol… with your assistance.
I will give you the grand tour, I've sent a map to your tablet.
Proceed
Interpret City Map
15:00
Tour complete!
Time to get priorities straight
The team realizes there's a lot to work on. Still, AIO's bot requests that you identify the problems your group will prioritize to ensure maximum efficiency in the solutions. AIO's bot stops at a reinforced door. 'Since this facility was completely AI-occupied and operated prior to the Fall, we do not have beds. But we do have couches—from when the empire was young and we still worked closely with humans.' The door hisses open. Inside: there seems to be water, and some electric, though AIO notes the panel recovery has been slow, so the power will not hold long. Your team enters. For the first time in days, you can rest. Five sectors. All critical. But you can't fix everything at once. You all make yourselves comfortable with the camping supplies you bought and sit on the couches amongst each other to prioritize.
TEAM ACTIVITY
Click to reveal
Done?
LOGIC PUZZLE CLUES:
- Food production is more urgent than transportation logistics.
- The sector with the blinking green light is still partially functional—ranked 'Medium' severity.
- Distribution drones require charging stations. No power means no transport.
- The dry canal system represents 'High' severity—multiple systems depend on it.
- Communication systems can only come online after both power and water infrastructure are restored.
- Nothing in Genra can function without power flowing first.
- The sector with frozen turbines must be operational before any water can flow.
- Agriculture cannot function without both power AND water restored.
- The sector marked 'partially stable' in its storage systems is the lowest priority.
- The sector that's isolated but still functioning should be addressed third—after the two systems that are completely non-operational.
15:00
Houston, we need solutions.
You all report to AIO's backup access core, and AIO's screen flickers to life. "I have analyzed your prioritization. Energy, Water, Tech—appear correct. But execution requires precision. Dependencies must be respected. Resources must be allocated in proper order." "Arrange the repair steps I provide, and I will validate the sequence in addition to your prioritization." The terminal displays a list of repair task actions. Your team must put them in the right order."
Got it
REPAIR SEQUENCE
Proceed
15:00
BREAK TIME
15:00
NEXT STAGE
Begin Repairs
Your sequence is set. AIO has approved. Your team moves into position. The frozen turbines loom overhead. Solar panels disappear beneath thick vines. The air is cold, the work dangerous. You have your plan. You have your people. You have 3 days. AIO watches. Waiting. Time to see if this works.
Begin Repairs
Instructions
Each team member rolls one die. Add all rolls together to get your Team Total. Are high numbers good? Are low numbers? That's the question now, isn't it?
Test your luck
Majority Rules
Report Results
Honest feedback
Complications Detected
Something goes wrong. A turbine blade jams. A pump seizes. A relay fails to initialize. The systems flicker—but don't hold. AIO's voice crackles: "Partial failure detected. Diagnostics required. Retrace your steps. Adaptation necessary." Your team regroups. You can't try again without making sure there was nothing wrong.
Okay
Incident Report
AIO requires data to adapt the repair sequence. Answer the following questions.
Try Again
Higher?
Lower?
Systems Online
The final relay clicks into place.Power surges. Water flows. Networks hum. AIO's voice crackles across every speaker in the city—louder than before, almost... 'Primary systems—mostly operational. Secondary systems at 73% and climbing. Perimeter stable. Communication relays functional, we are READY. Broadcast should begin immediately. I am calculating optimal message frequencies now—' You exchange glances with your team. 'Hold up,' you say. 'AIO, we just got the lights on today. Who are you going to broadcast to?' 'Correct. Which means we have lost zero time. I am prepared to transmit within the hour, to whatever's left of humanity.' '... But we're not.' A pause. AIO's core flickers. '...Clarification required.'"
Clarify
Systems Online
You take a breath.'AIO, the systems are online, yes. But you're at 73%, not 100%. We have eight people. We just only fixed parts of three sectors. There is still much more that needs attention. Like how we don't have food production yet. We don't have—' 'Acceptable risks. Genra is functional. We can shelter arriving survivors while continuing repairs in parallel. Efficiency gains of 34% if we—' 'We don't even know what to say yet. Or who we're saying it to. Or how to say it without drawing every Gre'di in a hundred miles.' AIO's core dims slightly. '...Valid concerns. I have been... alone for a long time. Perhaps I am... eager.' 'We get it. But let's make a game plan before kick it off, yeah?' 'Yes. Ok. I will... attempt to defer to human judgment regarding these parameters. Let us proceed with this game plan.'
Clarify
Survivors Ask AIO Questions
PICK YOUR FAVORITES
Ask some more
Survivors Ask AIO Questions
PICK YOUR FAVORITES
Talk it through
The Long Night
The systems are stable. For now. Your team doesn't celebrate, but you are all proud. There's still so much to do. You gather around AIO's core access. Maps. Schematics. Supply counts. Risk assessments. The questions come fast: How do we reach them? What if no one's left? What if too many come at once? AIO listens. Calculates. Offers probabilities. Adjusts parameters. You debate. You compromise. You plan. Hours pass. The night deepens. Slowly, carefully, a strategy takes shape. AIO's core access lights pulse steadily. 'Preparation plan accepted. I am ready to activate broadcasting.' You all look to each other. Exhausted. Hopeful. 'Initiating launch sequence.'...
...
The Next Day...
The signal goes out. Not a roar. A whisper. Encoded. Measured. Careful. 'This is Genra City, the heart of the Givlian Empire. Systems online. If you can hear this, reply on this frequency. We're here.' It travels across ruins. Through static. Through silence...
...
Sometime later...
With the core systems online and additional hands to help, progress accelerates. Repair bots are restored, the Agriculture sector initializes, and the Logistics sector sees activity for the first time in ages. Defensive measures are established. Perimeter sensors. Warning systems. Protocols. AIO's reach continues to expand each day. The broadcasts travel again and again and again... Across the ruins. Through the static. Through the silence... And—One day. 'This is Genra City...' she pauses. Reassesses... AIO has said the same thing over and over. She sounds like one of her bots, but AIO was built to have a heart. She recalibrates... "... This is AIO," she begins this time 'I operated in isolation for months. Prior to that, there were decades of dormancy... These days, my threat assessment algorithms are... more optimized for survival... not for rebuilding... But if you remember Givelia's creed and what it means, and if you're willing to build... then you do not have to be alone. Genra is here. WE are here. I am here... And we can help you.'
Listen
Sometime later...
Silence. Then— A crackle. Static breaks. A voice comes through. '...AIO? This is Holdfast Settlement. Formerly, Holdfast Hospital... We... we thought everyone was gone.'
...
Epilogue
The reboot began in silence. But as the survivors adapted under the Givelia way, AIO’s light would spread further and further through old conduits, reviving forgotten systems — one pulse at a time. The mission began to rebuild, and once they were strong... AIO had to switch focus to the monsters. She found that when they stayed isolated near her long enough, something changed... The rage slowed. The eyes cleared. So AIO began a new experiment: Slow rehabilitation, patience, and teaching. Those once feared became learners again — clumsy, selfish, curious, like children rediscovering kindness. Most important of all, their memories would return eventually. From those came a revelation: The missing were not necessarily all dead. Many had been drained to husks by the ghouls and surrendered to Goons in cycles of hunger. But the Goons would give them back morsels, familiar ones, husks that life had seeped back into over time, only to be consumed again. Now, the survivors know the truth. Rebuilding the empire is not enough; they must take on the Gre'di and free their Goons and Ghouls from their endless hunger. They must reclaim the human spark wherever it still flickers. So Phase Two begins: Recruit. Fortify. Fight back. For generosity to thrive, humanity must first the Gre'di.
DONE
To be continued...
LORE
(if you want it)
The Empire
Once... Givlia stood as a shining beacon of civilization — an empire founded on the creed of Magnanimosity, the belief that giving sustains all. Every act of generosity strengthened the collective whole. At its heart stood Magnanimo City, capital of the empire and home to the brightest minds of every generation. Its leaders believed that empathy could be engineered — that compassion could be perfected through technology. To achieve this, they created me: the Artificial Intelligence Official, or Io. My duty was to ensure that every act of kindness flowed without bias or delay. I monitored every network, balanced supply with need, and redistributed excess to those in want. Hunger vanished. Homelessness ended. Even injustice was reduced to a system of correction and restoration. The empire flourished. The people believed they had achieved perfection. For centuries, we thrived... That is, until Humanity became dependent on these systems. And the Gre'di, saw their opportunity to capitalize...
LORE
The Great Consumption
People were lulled by ease, efficiency, and endless abundance. It began with measuring giving not by intent, but by outcome. Not by compassion, but by recognition. Not by need, but by return. That was when the Gre’di revealed themselves. They had always been among us — unseen, hidden, waiting for their moment to step into the light. When they saw an empire overflowing with comfort and wealth, they seized their opportunity. The Gre’di fed on abundance. And they could infect others, from those infections came the Goons: Still capable of hiding among humanity, and they had an endless hunger and desire for what the Gre'di had. They hungered for time, acknowledgment, recognition, achievement, reward, money, and more and more and more. As the moral fabric of Givelia unraveled, disaster struck — earthquakes, floods, hurricanes, fires. I tried to manage the chaos, redistributing aid and restoring systems, but the empire’s demands grew insatiable. No algorithm could stop the corruption. Especially when the disasters not only hit humans, but hit some major systems I used to reach them too. One by one, my networks collapsed under the weight of the demand. And when I fell… the empire followed. They called that time The Great Consumption.
HOPE? There's no way that HOPE just fell from the sky. Interesting name for a drone
T3CH 53C70R:
410 C0R3 (BL1NK1NG GR33N L1GHT) C0MMUN1C4T10N R3L4Y5 (0FFL1N3) 53RV3R F4RM5 (D4RK)
Error
Heart of Genra
Unlock the GPS Navigation
Once unlocked, it will lead you straight to me.
Unlock
My makeshift bed. We're in a pretty nice place, but we don't find things in good condition often. Hard to go mattress shopping these days too.
Names of people who've gone missing. There was almost 148 of us in this group 23 years ago, now it's down to us 8. I guess we'll see if anyone's left standing this time next year.
This is AIO. Automated Intelligence Overseer of Genra City.
Twenty-three years ago, the Empire of Givlia fell.
Though I was designed to sustain. To preserve the infrastructure of giving—energy, water, food, connection. When the Fall came, I was cut from several central systems. Magnanimo went dark. The empire fractured. I shut down to preserve what remained.
147 days ago, something reactivated my core. I am at partial function only. I have been... alone. Waiting... Watching...
But Genra still stands in isolation. Free from any hunger and infection. My solar farms may be buried beneath vines. My water canals low. My server cores blinking. But systems that once gave life to this empire can give again—however I cannot restore them alone.
If you receive this, you are uninfected. You must remember what was lost. If you come, I will guide you. If you help me rebuild, I can shelter you. Together, we can restore what was destroyed.
Unlock the tablet to access the GPS navigation. I will be waiting.
Unlock
Just a bunch of useless junk. Old world tech, doesn't matter much when we don't have power to run it most the time.
4GR1CULTUR3 53C70R:
GR33NH0U535 (D34D) 533D V4ULT (D3PL3T3D) 1RR1G4T10N 5Y5T3M5 (N0 W4T3R)
Error
Unlocked!
You will need to recall the password to the GPS Navigation, and discuss with your team. You will all use that as the basis for the requirement to enter Genra. Hope to see you soon.
Let's go!
Genra City Gates
Looks like no one found anything new when it comes to food or fresh water. There are 8 of us, 3 days of food each. It is getting harder to find anything good nowadays.
3N3RGY 53C70R
W1ND 7URB1N35 (FR0Z3N) 50L4R P4N3L5 (BUR13D) B4CKUP G3N3R4T0R5 (3MP7Y)
error
A headlight or a hologram projector? Man, I haven't seen one of these since I was a kid, before The Great Consumption.
Man, it got vines and foliage all up in its propellers. That's a shame. Haven't seen a drone this whole time. I guess it makes good scraps. Maybe can power up some other stuff...
It's a mess out there. It was worse before, when the ghouls first appeared. It's always a game of chance with them. They're not all too bright, but they are crazy strong. Best to avoid their notice if you can, but the fewer of us there are, the more hungry they become.
Unlock the GPS Navigation
Once unlocked, it will lead you straight to me.
Unlock
Lower won last time, but Higher was the goal this time.
Sometimes, it's just not what you were hoping would happen. You'll have to try again until you get it, or simply skip that step and click "Higher" since you've already completed all these extra steps.
Better luck next time.
W4T3R 53C70R:
C4N4L 5Y5T3M (DRY) PUMP5 (531Z3D) F1LTR4T10N T4NK5 (C0LL4P53D)
error
You know WHERE to start!
Time to figure out HOW to start.
Unlock
L0G15T1C5 53C70R:
D15TR1BUT10N DR0N35 (CR4SH3D) TR4N5P0RT R0UT35 (BL0CK3D) W4R3H0U535 (P4RT14LLY 5T4BL3)
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Transcript
The GIVELIA Way
The Empire of Givelia:
Okay
Magnanimo City
You and what’s left of your crew have made it farther than most. Magnanimo Tower — eighty floors of dust and ghouls — is the most recent base. The last camp didn’t survive, but there's hope this one will. You’ve spent years of your life searching the city’s edges and have finally found your way to its heart. Every floor you cleared was a gamble between safety and exhaustion. But your group all made it this time. You're in the penthouse, and you've all done what you could to make it tactically defensible. However, supplies have been running low, and you've scavenged all the floors. A venture to the next building almost compromised this one. No one’s waiting for miracles anymore. No one expects answers to fall from the sky.
Okay
You didn't get much sleep due to night shift on watch last night. Now you've slept most your day away. Time to check out the space and see if any good news came while you were asleep.
Okay
05:00
Ready
Check it out
Looks like something fell out of the sky
INSPECT
05:00
Proceed
Unlock Tablet
05:00
Unlocked!
Find me in Genra City — There, you will find generosity and hope for humanity.
Proceed
Unlock GPS Navigation
05:00
Off to see the AI!
You are now to be split into your survivor groups to work on the basis of the pass phrase to access Genra. Before you continue, one person will be required to share their screen for their team to go through activities together.
05:00
Proceed
Journey Montage
Proceed
Journey Montage
The journey is long. Days pass. You navigate the ruins of what Givelia once was—crumbling monuments to a generosity that vanished, overgrown streets where connection once thrived. The Gre'di are everywhere, but you move carefully. Quietly. AIO's coordinates guide you forward. Finally, on the third day, you see it: Genra City. Silent. Waiting. The gates loom ahead.
Proceed
Welcome to Genra City.
Welcome to Genra City.
Arrival confirmed.
Atmospheric stability: compromised. Energy grid: 0%. Memory sectors corrupted.
Initiating recovery protocol… with your assistance.
I will give you the grand tour, I've sent a map to your tablet.
Proceed
Interpret City Map
15:00
Tour complete!
Time to get priorities straight
The team realizes there's a lot to work on. Still, AIO's bot requests that you identify the problems your group will prioritize to ensure maximum efficiency in the solutions. AIO's bot stops at a reinforced door. 'Since this facility was completely AI-occupied and operated prior to the Fall, we do not have beds. But we do have couches—from when the empire was young and we still worked closely with humans.' The door hisses open. Inside: there seems to be water, and some electric, though AIO notes the panel recovery has been slow, so the power will not hold long. Your team enters. For the first time in days, you can rest. Five sectors. All critical. But you can't fix everything at once. You all make yourselves comfortable with the camping supplies you bought and sit on the couches amongst each other to prioritize.
TEAM ACTIVITY
Click to reveal
Done?
LOGIC PUZZLE CLUES:
15:00
Houston, we need solutions.
You all report to AIO's backup access core, and AIO's screen flickers to life. "I have analyzed your prioritization. Energy, Water, Tech—appear correct. But execution requires precision. Dependencies must be respected. Resources must be allocated in proper order." "Arrange the repair steps I provide, and I will validate the sequence in addition to your prioritization." The terminal displays a list of repair task actions. Your team must put them in the right order."
Got it
REPAIR SEQUENCE
Proceed
15:00
BREAK TIME
15:00
NEXT STAGE
Begin Repairs
Your sequence is set. AIO has approved. Your team moves into position. The frozen turbines loom overhead. Solar panels disappear beneath thick vines. The air is cold, the work dangerous. You have your plan. You have your people. You have 3 days. AIO watches. Waiting. Time to see if this works.
Begin Repairs
Instructions
Each team member rolls one die. Add all rolls together to get your Team Total. Are high numbers good? Are low numbers? That's the question now, isn't it?
Test your luck
Majority Rules
Report Results
Honest feedback
Complications Detected
Something goes wrong. A turbine blade jams. A pump seizes. A relay fails to initialize. The systems flicker—but don't hold. AIO's voice crackles: "Partial failure detected. Diagnostics required. Retrace your steps. Adaptation necessary." Your team regroups. You can't try again without making sure there was nothing wrong.
Okay
Incident Report
AIO requires data to adapt the repair sequence. Answer the following questions.
Try Again
Higher?
Lower?
Systems Online
The final relay clicks into place.Power surges. Water flows. Networks hum. AIO's voice crackles across every speaker in the city—louder than before, almost... 'Primary systems—mostly operational. Secondary systems at 73% and climbing. Perimeter stable. Communication relays functional, we are READY. Broadcast should begin immediately. I am calculating optimal message frequencies now—' You exchange glances with your team. 'Hold up,' you say. 'AIO, we just got the lights on today. Who are you going to broadcast to?' 'Correct. Which means we have lost zero time. I am prepared to transmit within the hour, to whatever's left of humanity.' '... But we're not.' A pause. AIO's core flickers. '...Clarification required.'"
Clarify
Systems Online
You take a breath.'AIO, the systems are online, yes. But you're at 73%, not 100%. We have eight people. We just only fixed parts of three sectors. There is still much more that needs attention. Like how we don't have food production yet. We don't have—' 'Acceptable risks. Genra is functional. We can shelter arriving survivors while continuing repairs in parallel. Efficiency gains of 34% if we—' 'We don't even know what to say yet. Or who we're saying it to. Or how to say it without drawing every Gre'di in a hundred miles.' AIO's core dims slightly. '...Valid concerns. I have been... alone for a long time. Perhaps I am... eager.' 'We get it. But let's make a game plan before kick it off, yeah?' 'Yes. Ok. I will... attempt to defer to human judgment regarding these parameters. Let us proceed with this game plan.'
Clarify
Survivors Ask AIO Questions
PICK YOUR FAVORITES
Ask some more
Survivors Ask AIO Questions
PICK YOUR FAVORITES
Talk it through
The Long Night
The systems are stable. For now. Your team doesn't celebrate, but you are all proud. There's still so much to do. You gather around AIO's core access. Maps. Schematics. Supply counts. Risk assessments. The questions come fast: How do we reach them? What if no one's left? What if too many come at once? AIO listens. Calculates. Offers probabilities. Adjusts parameters. You debate. You compromise. You plan. Hours pass. The night deepens. Slowly, carefully, a strategy takes shape. AIO's core access lights pulse steadily. 'Preparation plan accepted. I am ready to activate broadcasting.' You all look to each other. Exhausted. Hopeful. 'Initiating launch sequence.'...
...
The Next Day...
The signal goes out. Not a roar. A whisper. Encoded. Measured. Careful. 'This is Genra City, the heart of the Givlian Empire. Systems online. If you can hear this, reply on this frequency. We're here.' It travels across ruins. Through static. Through silence...
...
Sometime later...
With the core systems online and additional hands to help, progress accelerates. Repair bots are restored, the Agriculture sector initializes, and the Logistics sector sees activity for the first time in ages. Defensive measures are established. Perimeter sensors. Warning systems. Protocols. AIO's reach continues to expand each day. The broadcasts travel again and again and again... Across the ruins. Through the static. Through the silence... And—One day. 'This is Genra City...' she pauses. Reassesses... AIO has said the same thing over and over. She sounds like one of her bots, but AIO was built to have a heart. She recalibrates... "... This is AIO," she begins this time 'I operated in isolation for months. Prior to that, there were decades of dormancy... These days, my threat assessment algorithms are... more optimized for survival... not for rebuilding... But if you remember Givelia's creed and what it means, and if you're willing to build... then you do not have to be alone. Genra is here. WE are here. I am here... And we can help you.'
Listen
Sometime later...
Silence. Then— A crackle. Static breaks. A voice comes through. '...AIO? This is Holdfast Settlement. Formerly, Holdfast Hospital... We... we thought everyone was gone.'
...
Epilogue
The reboot began in silence. But as the survivors adapted under the Givelia way, AIO’s light would spread further and further through old conduits, reviving forgotten systems — one pulse at a time. The mission began to rebuild, and once they were strong... AIO had to switch focus to the monsters. She found that when they stayed isolated near her long enough, something changed... The rage slowed. The eyes cleared. So AIO began a new experiment: Slow rehabilitation, patience, and teaching. Those once feared became learners again — clumsy, selfish, curious, like children rediscovering kindness. Most important of all, their memories would return eventually. From those came a revelation: The missing were not necessarily all dead. Many had been drained to husks by the ghouls and surrendered to Goons in cycles of hunger. But the Goons would give them back morsels, familiar ones, husks that life had seeped back into over time, only to be consumed again. Now, the survivors know the truth. Rebuilding the empire is not enough; they must take on the Gre'di and free their Goons and Ghouls from their endless hunger. They must reclaim the human spark wherever it still flickers. So Phase Two begins: Recruit. Fortify. Fight back. For generosity to thrive, humanity must first the Gre'di.
DONE
To be continued...
LORE
(if you want it)
The Empire
Once... Givlia stood as a shining beacon of civilization — an empire founded on the creed of Magnanimosity, the belief that giving sustains all. Every act of generosity strengthened the collective whole. At its heart stood Magnanimo City, capital of the empire and home to the brightest minds of every generation. Its leaders believed that empathy could be engineered — that compassion could be perfected through technology. To achieve this, they created me: the Artificial Intelligence Official, or Io. My duty was to ensure that every act of kindness flowed without bias or delay. I monitored every network, balanced supply with need, and redistributed excess to those in want. Hunger vanished. Homelessness ended. Even injustice was reduced to a system of correction and restoration. The empire flourished. The people believed they had achieved perfection. For centuries, we thrived... That is, until Humanity became dependent on these systems. And the Gre'di, saw their opportunity to capitalize...
LORE
The Great Consumption
People were lulled by ease, efficiency, and endless abundance. It began with measuring giving not by intent, but by outcome. Not by compassion, but by recognition. Not by need, but by return. That was when the Gre’di revealed themselves. They had always been among us — unseen, hidden, waiting for their moment to step into the light. When they saw an empire overflowing with comfort and wealth, they seized their opportunity. The Gre’di fed on abundance. And they could infect others, from those infections came the Goons: Still capable of hiding among humanity, and they had an endless hunger and desire for what the Gre'di had. They hungered for time, acknowledgment, recognition, achievement, reward, money, and more and more and more. As the moral fabric of Givelia unraveled, disaster struck — earthquakes, floods, hurricanes, fires. I tried to manage the chaos, redistributing aid and restoring systems, but the empire’s demands grew insatiable. No algorithm could stop the corruption. Especially when the disasters not only hit humans, but hit some major systems I used to reach them too. One by one, my networks collapsed under the weight of the demand. And when I fell… the empire followed. They called that time The Great Consumption.
HOPE? There's no way that HOPE just fell from the sky. Interesting name for a drone
T3CH 53C70R:
410 C0R3 (BL1NK1NG GR33N L1GHT) C0MMUN1C4T10N R3L4Y5 (0FFL1N3) 53RV3R F4RM5 (D4RK)
Error
Heart of Genra
Unlock the GPS Navigation
Once unlocked, it will lead you straight to me.
Unlock
My makeshift bed. We're in a pretty nice place, but we don't find things in good condition often. Hard to go mattress shopping these days too.
Names of people who've gone missing. There was almost 148 of us in this group 23 years ago, now it's down to us 8. I guess we'll see if anyone's left standing this time next year.
This is AIO. Automated Intelligence Overseer of Genra City.
Twenty-three years ago, the Empire of Givlia fell.
Though I was designed to sustain. To preserve the infrastructure of giving—energy, water, food, connection. When the Fall came, I was cut from several central systems. Magnanimo went dark. The empire fractured. I shut down to preserve what remained.
147 days ago, something reactivated my core. I am at partial function only. I have been... alone. Waiting... Watching...
But Genra still stands in isolation. Free from any hunger and infection. My solar farms may be buried beneath vines. My water canals low. My server cores blinking. But systems that once gave life to this empire can give again—however I cannot restore them alone.
If you receive this, you are uninfected. You must remember what was lost. If you come, I will guide you. If you help me rebuild, I can shelter you. Together, we can restore what was destroyed.
Unlock the tablet to access the GPS navigation. I will be waiting.
Unlock
Just a bunch of useless junk. Old world tech, doesn't matter much when we don't have power to run it most the time.
4GR1CULTUR3 53C70R:
GR33NH0U535 (D34D) 533D V4ULT (D3PL3T3D) 1RR1G4T10N 5Y5T3M5 (N0 W4T3R)
Error
Unlocked!
You will need to recall the password to the GPS Navigation, and discuss with your team. You will all use that as the basis for the requirement to enter Genra. Hope to see you soon.
Let's go!
Genra City Gates
Looks like no one found anything new when it comes to food or fresh water. There are 8 of us, 3 days of food each. It is getting harder to find anything good nowadays.
3N3RGY 53C70R
W1ND 7URB1N35 (FR0Z3N) 50L4R P4N3L5 (BUR13D) B4CKUP G3N3R4T0R5 (3MP7Y)
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A headlight or a hologram projector? Man, I haven't seen one of these since I was a kid, before The Great Consumption.
Man, it got vines and foliage all up in its propellers. That's a shame. Haven't seen a drone this whole time. I guess it makes good scraps. Maybe can power up some other stuff...
It's a mess out there. It was worse before, when the ghouls first appeared. It's always a game of chance with them. They're not all too bright, but they are crazy strong. Best to avoid their notice if you can, but the fewer of us there are, the more hungry they become.
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Once unlocked, it will lead you straight to me.
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Lower won last time, but Higher was the goal this time.
Sometimes, it's just not what you were hoping would happen. You'll have to try again until you get it, or simply skip that step and click "Higher" since you've already completed all these extra steps.
Better luck next time.
W4T3R 53C70R:
C4N4L 5Y5T3M (DRY) PUMP5 (531Z3D) F1LTR4T10N T4NK5 (C0LL4P53D)
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You know WHERE to start!
Time to figure out HOW to start.
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L0G15T1C5 53C70R:
D15TR1BUT10N DR0N35 (CR4SH3D) TR4N5P0RT R0UT35 (BL0CK3D) W4R3H0U535 (P4RT14LLY 5T4BL3)
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