Stumbling out of the concrete shack through a peeled and rusting iron backdoor you spin blindly through a crumbling garden, dripping blood, narrowly stopping yourself from sinking your foot into the dumpy flesh of a huge, gross, weird fly squatting on the fence. You wipe your eyes in disbelief as a croaky, smarmy voice emanates from its surprising lungs. "
Wotta load!" It grins up at you dopily and seems to give a jaunty wink. "Don't listen to dat guy, buddy... He's just mad cuz BIAS-DADA gave 'im a nice new body, an' no-one ever taught im ow to say thank yew" It hops off the ground and ungainly flaps up to eye height. "Everything's different here. Ya ain't gonna be findin' much o' dose 'Answers' you been seeking. See, I been here
years - an' even
I don't know much at all!"
The fly giggles indulgently. "See dose 'Secret Forums' over yonder? I betcha they're FULLA Answers, and treasures too. A smart guy like yerself would do well tryna find the 'hidden passwords'... There are 7. Could be buried anywhere round here... Remember you can use the 'site:saltworld.net' token in a search to restrict your results to help find archived rare threads and helpful lore. But it won't help ya much if ya be goin' down to those REAL DEEP DEPTHS. Ya know that what which some say were call't -- Gamin' -- G-Gaming --" For the first time, your new friend seems a little uneasy. "Surely ya've hart th' name afore... Dat sinister stonehenge whar shadows did collaberrate on
alien life - but never could seem to finish any of it off!!
Not that I was here to see it or know anything about any o dat. Well... Heh, gotta bounce! Sorry kid!"
He suddenly spits a cloud of black shiny salt all over your face and shirt, then flutters away laughing! The sodic air reacts with your pack... All your food and water explode!! Ouch! Your back! You have nothing. You vomit! You vomit! Somewhere far away a wolf screams and dies. The gates of the silent town slam shut.
You're alone.
