conversations.from: system
conversations.value: (From the back of the box)
  
  The ships aren't coming back. 
  
  You stood and held this fort by blood and sweat and thunderous cordite prayers, made sure every last Amalgam citizen was on board those dropships. They said they'd be back for you. But the ships aren't coming back. 
  
  This planet is lost. Even now the stars warp overhead as something pale and sickly blots the twin moons. Even now the fog creeps in on the horizon, only visible out of the corner of your eye. Even now you sometimes see dark and terrible things moving across your vision, like pressure spots on your eyes. 
  
  This planet is lost. The ships aren't coming back.
  
  You have only one recourse- escape. To get back to the Amalgam. Back to the fleet. Back to the ships. 
  
  There may be a way out, somewhere in the waste. There may not be. But you have to try.
  
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conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Fort: You held this fort against all odds. Shame that soon you'll have to leave it. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Amalgam Soldier: You've defended humanity's interests across the stars for years, proudly bearing the Amalgam's silver shield to a hundred worlds. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Amalgam Citizen: You missed the dropships when they came- you stayed behind to stand with the soldiers as the enemy clawed at the gates.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Amalgam Shareholder: You hold a major stake in one of the Amalgam Corporations- they shouldn't have left you behind.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Desert Nomad: You left the Amalgam twenty years after they landed to make your way in the desert scrap heaps- but that world is lost to you now.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Mercenary Pilot: When your fighter was downed after the battle over the fort, you were stranded here- by the time you were back at the fort, the dropships had already left.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Amalgam Tactical AI: Copies of your matrix pattern were recovered, but you have been left behind. This is standard Amalgam procedure- your infrastructure would take up too much space.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Time Traveller: It was 1989 when you wandered into the desert. It isn't anymore. You saw a fort in the distance and prayed someone there could help. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Archaeology Drone: The party left you behind when the dropships fled. You can only hope to follow your programming as best you can.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Amalgam 'Geneering: You are almost supernaturally resistant to disease, only need an hour of sleep per day, can lift twice your own body weight, and you have redundancies built into your internal organs.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Technical Aptitude: You're well-versed in most Amalgam computers, from the lowly BND-102 Neural Net to the VESPA Tactical AI Pattern Housing.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Survival Training: You're well-equipped to find food, water, and shelter in a variety of environments. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Gunsmoke II Veteran: You're a veteran of the long, hard war of Gunsmoke II- whatever capacity you served in, you've a good head for tactics and are calm under fire.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Quiet: You can get around without being seen, vanish into a crowd, or simply stand in the shadow and not be noticed. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: AI Tactical Housing (Small): Your entire personality is housed in a computer the size of a playing card. You have less processing power, but you gain unparalleled portability. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: AI Tactical Housing (Large): You're about the size of a suitcase and weigh a few kilos. You have more processing power than most supercomputers but getting you around is a bit of a struggle. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Cyborg Limb: One of your four limbs has been replaced with a cyborg enhancement, though it badly needs maintenance. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Gunsmoke IV Veteran: You were on the ground in the long, terrible war of Gunsmoke IV. You can't abide darkness, wasps, or the sight of mannequins. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Gunsmoke I Veteran: You were on the ground in the quiet, shadow war of Gunsmoke I. You have had your vocal chords removed by the Voth. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Gunsmoke III Veteran: You were on the ground in the vicious war of Gunsmoke III. You are colourblind and your manual dexterity is lacking thanks to your constantly numb fingertips.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Gunsmoke V Veteran: You were on the ground in the violent and bloody war of Gunsmoke V. You are occasionally struck by vertigo and are extremely sensitive to air pressure changes. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Drone/AI: You are a drone. The parameters of your interaction with humans are strictly defined and you are incapable of feeling genuine empathy. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Midnight City: In your dreams, you visit a place you call the Midnight City. Not everyone there is friendly, but not everyone there is a dream, either. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Silent Exhibits: In your dreams you visit a museum unlike any you've seen on earth. You've yet to meet another living thing there. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Cursed: Every planet you've been to has been claimed by the creeping fog of the Lost. The voices of its victims haunt every breath you draw. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Impostor Syndrome: You cannot shake the creeping fear that you are a fraud. Some days you wonder if you aren't already Lost. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lost: Your ashen skin and persistent cough mark you as Lost. It is only a matter of time before someone comes to claim you. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Echo: Your reflection isn't yours anymore. It has its own agenda. It seems to not much care for your company. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Defeat The Echo: You think that someday soon it would be nice to look into the mirror and see yourself looking back. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Reclaim Your Humanity: You may be Lost, but it isn't over yet. There have been legends of those who have clawed free of its grasp- perhaps you will join their ranks. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Aware: You are almost supernaturally perceptive. This has made you aware that there are aspects of this 'war' that are a bit suspect. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Discover the Truth: What did the Amalgam want in coming to this blasted rock? The longer you've stayed here, you can't help but wonder. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Execute your Programming (Archaeology): There are digs that must be executed. Your programming demands it. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Execute your Programming (AI): There is still a war on. Your database of enemies indicates many still at large. This planet is Lost, but you are not. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: [INVENTORY SPACE]: This Asset represents 1 block of inventory space. You have 5 total. You get Inventory Space when you lose or drop an asset. All assets require inventory space, and have a cost. To gain an asset, play Inventory Space cards equal to its cost. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: 'STOIC EMPEROR' [5]: A suit of Amalgam power armour manufactured by DYNECorp. Comes with an integrated G881A A-IIWS. No telling how long the battery will last. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: ELM-19 Machine Pistol [1]: A small Amalgam pistol. Magazine holds a maximum of 4 burst-clusters. Fires exclusively in five-round bursts. Loud, inefficient, but reliable. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: ELM-10 Flechette Pistol [1]: A small pistol that fires clusters of monomolecular needles. Its results are both messy and gruesome. It can only carry 4 flechette bursts, maximum. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: ELM-22 Assault Carbine [3]: The workhorse of the Amalgam army. Its maximum clip size is 5 burst-capsules, each containing 3 high-yield rounds.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Assess the Vehicles: Someone needs to take a look at the two vehicles parked nearby- you'll need one of them if you want to escape.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Search the Armory: The armoury's been pretty thoroughly pilfered by the fleeing Amalgam soldiers, but you never know what you'll find until you check.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Search the rest of the fort: Might as well do one last spot-check before you go. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: ANSWERS TO QUESTIONS: A small cardboard box. On the front, in bold-face type, is printed 'ANSWERS TO QUESTIONS: A Templeton-Rhettlock Product'. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: ELM-88P Laser Pistol: White as the driven snow, a prototype for the military. They were having problems making the charge pack last long enough for sustained deployments.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Vinath: A large city, with a large spaceport. Possibly your only chance for escape. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Navigate the Ruins: The city's in bad shape- the skiff won't handle it, and you swear you can hear people in there. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Escape!: There shouldn't be anyone left on this planet. These people, if indeed they are people, must be bad news.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Dark Horse: A club of some description. The patrons are pleasant enough, even if the servers are existentially terrifying. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Maitre'D: He looks out of place, but his handwriting is neat and his standards are exacting. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Make some friends: It's an eclectic crowd, and you're all alone. Time to ingratiate yourself with the locals. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Quick Reflexes: Being able to react quickly is incredibly useful when flying, and perhaps even more useful when not.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Headstrong: You don't care what other people say. You are always correct.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Leadership: You never shy away from taking the lead. The first into fame, and the first into trouble.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Decisive: You make informed decisions quickly and you stick to them.