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Boston offers two stories, but only one will be revealed in each gameplay. They are the odd silent taxicab in Boston, an Adventurous Story under the High Priestess, and the strange clamor on the streets of Boston a Scary Story under The Sun.

Dialog Tree[]

This city is like no other you have been to. Crooked streets splay out into a maze of narrow passages, no two alike. Soon, youn find yourself in twilight, utterly lost. Bright light crests around one corner; a car approaching.

KEEP WALKING (THE SUN) HAIL THE TAXICAB (HIGH PRIESTESS)
Unable to afford rescue, you keep walking. The asphalt turns to crooked cobblestones that threaten to wrench your ankle out of place. Was this always a moonless night? The stars multiply, each one looking like a pinprick through which light is exiting the terrestrial world. Compelled by the cold and forboding night, you don't question it as you grag your bones into the cab. But you realize immediately how strange the vehicle is; it's a sleek thing, like a shallow parabola gliding over the street.
CONTINUE WALKING LOOK AT THE DRIVER
It's hard finding your way through in pitch darkness. You go by touch ans sound, feeling the scale of the streets by the echoing of your footsteps, fingers tracing the rough surface of the buildings. And then: a rumble of noise in the distance. "Where to?" he asks. You have to stop and think. Eventually you name Boston Common, the only landmark you know in this town. He peels off silently; you feel the car move before you hear the engine.
LISTEN LOOK OUT THE WINDOW
You quiet yourself, suddenly fearful; the clear sky tells you it's not thunder, but cannonfire. The city comes alive with fires and shouting. You find yourself trampled by a mob of men in thick brown coats, a phalanx of bayonets advancing up the street. He takes you through ever odder streets, flanked by painfully clean, gleaming buildings and signages for businesses you don't recognize. Even the air seems different; it doesn't smell so sharply of gasoline and coal. Eventually, you come to a stop.
AAGH!... PAY THE DRIVER
When you come to, there's no sign of the commotion—the war—you were just caught up in. The comically shrill honk of a Model A running up the road startles you, and you crawl towards the sidewalk. Above, the sky is a sharp, cold, cloudless blue. The fare's in glowing numbers above his dashboard. It's much too high, surely a mistake. "No charge," he insists. "You look like you need a break." And then you find yourself on the curb–at Boston Common, under thick moonlight, in a city much as you'd left it before.
MOVE ON

Progression[]

The odd silent taxicab in Boston[]

  • First Progression: the taxi which shows its riders the future
  • Final Progression: future Boston, where taxi rides cost twenty dollars


The strange clamor on the streets of Boston[]

  • First progression: The ancient battles still raging on Boston's streets
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