conversations.from: system
conversations.value: The war broke the world. The cities are in their death throes. The old order is crumbling with terrifying speed. You, though... you managed to escape. Maybe your trunk has enough supplies to make a camp in the wooded hills, far from the madness unfolding on the coast. But the sun is setting sooner every day, the wind howls, shelter is scarce. 
  
  And perhaps you're not as alone as you thought.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Forgotten Trail: Barely more than a rut between the hills, this path goes as far from the ruins of civilization as roads can go.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Buckley: Your loyal dog. Not very well-trained, but loves you to pieces.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Find Shelter: The elements are working against you now. You need to find some shelter, and soon.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Normal: Like billions of others caught in the chaos, you're just a regular person trying to survive.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Resourceful: Your natural cleverness and desperation to survive combine to find the unlikeliest of solutions.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Vulnerable : It's just you against the world... and those aren't great odds.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Endure: If you can make it through the winter, you might just have a future.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Gear: Supplies that just might help you make it through this waking nightmare. Customize this card before putting into play.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Land Navigation: It's only a journey if you know where you're going. Anything else is a potential death march.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Loneliness: For all intents and purposes, you're the last person in the world. The last one you can trust, at least.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Hunger: When your pre-packaged supplies run out, how do you fill the gnawing ache in your belly?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Barren Forest: Leaves are gone. Birds are scarce. What else is left here but you, hungry beasts, and the howling wind?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Faded Trail Marker: A lone mark in the wilderness, but the only sign of human habitation for miles. Could it lead to more supplies?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Angry Raccoon: Someone has already made the cabin home, and they aren't willing to give it up without a fight.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: First Snow: Little more than a light dusting, but a sign of the lean and cold times yet to come.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: To Build A Fire : Food and shelter don't do much good if you freeze to death before Spring. Hopefully you remember how to do this without burning yourself.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Plan: Safe from immediate extinction, but far from the security of Spring, now is the time to come up with a plan to make it through the winter.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Silent Interloper: An unexpected guest. You can only guess at her motives, but one thing is certain: she could kill you right here.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Rifle: The sort of thing you used to be able to buy at Wal-Mart. Now a precious, and deadly, resource.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Girl: Your new companion. Silent, though her scars scream out a horror story.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Empty Cupboard: Food is running out and you still have a long winter ahead. You need a serious plan, or this adventure is coming to an end.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Crossed Signals: Someone wants more from you than you can possibly give. How do you resolve this without erasing all of your progress?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Spring Thaw: After what feels like forever, the world is waking back to life.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Man: His words of peace sound hollow when set against the murder in his eyes.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Outdoorsy: Camping, hiking, backpacking...these were all things you enjoyed once upon a time, when they were a novelty.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reckless: Going out into the wild like this may not have been the most well-considered idea you've ever had.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: One Day at a Time: At this point, all you can think to do is get through each day, one at a time.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Distracted: Wait...what were you doing again?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Overwhelmed: It wasn't so long ago that the world made sense, was it?
  
  *Was it?*
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Weak: Poor planning - followed by hunger and even worse nutrition - has left you weak and alarmingly helpless. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Internal Compass: You've always had a good sense of direction. Here's hoping it helps out.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Firebug: If there's one thing you've always been good at it, it's lighting fires. This at least comes naturally.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Warm: You're not the kind of person to leave someone else out in the cold - literally *or* metaphorically. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Playing Cards: Before things fell apart, playing cards was something that was fun, but often got shunted aside in favor of TV or texting. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Build Something: Trust can take a long time to build, but that doesn't mean it isn't worth trying.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dumb Luck: Even a stopped clock is right twice a day.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Caring: You don't know what your feelings for Beth are now, but either way, you know you don't want her to go.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dumb Luck: Even a stopped clock is right twice a day.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Hatchet: The sort of thing you used to be able to buy at Wal-Mart. Now a precious, and deadly, resource.