ZERO PARADES/DistrictsWar Criminals ShrineReading: Open fileReadingOpen fileMy clearanceMy playthroughPreview cardMap⤢+Possible conversations92"... We spy another day, CASCADE..."Lines42"..."Lines106"All sleeping soundly here, CASCADE... Any luck with those brakes?"Lines84"Anything interesting in the shack back there?" He smiles at you.Lines301"Back again, CASCADE? Might want to, you know, get the fuck on with it."Lines213"Did you have a chance to tidy up Admiral Rigau's shrine?"Lines330"Dull the blade, and unsteady the hand. The great CASCADE makes her appearance at last."Lines111"Go on, Hersh. You'll give us away."Lines439"Hi again. Still not leaving yet, sorry." She puffs on her pipe.Lines115"I believe... this is where I'm supposed to offer you a deal."Lines392"I really think you'd dig this. You look like the type."Lines359"I'm good, Hersh... I'll live."Lines46More conversations 80"Mm. Hey."Lines205"Nothing for it now, CASCADE -- we await the conclusion."Lines429"Perhaps someone should go down and check on Boris and Irina?"Lines868"Shh."Lines899"You should move, CASCADE."Lines197"You. Again." The tapping begins.Lines174A discarded newspaper... trash, or a sign?Lines1A drunk curses as the tram sways, making him piss on his own shoe.Lines1A DRY AQUEDUCT. ON STRIKE AGAINST THE SO-CALLED HEROES.Lines1A foam rest, dented with the memory of Portofiro's backsides.Lines1A map of the carving identifies each hero.Lines1A pilgrim stops to catch her breath, looking up at the summit far ahead.Lines1A tangle of limbs collapsed over a single, dark puddle.Lines1Admiral Oro. You recognise his name from a college class on the history of genocide.Lines1An offering.Lines1An open air play about Admiral Rigau starts shows here next month.Lines1Between the leaves and graffiti, a small etching of a heart.Lines1Bomb wanted to see what was inside.Lines1Candles laid for the blood of their enemies.Lines1Concrete's cracked. Tree roots attacking.Lines1Could jump this easily. You just don't need to.Lines1Donations. It is unclear to what, though the nature of the shrine suggests war crimes.Lines1Easy climb.Lines1Faces here not yet fully carved. Ghosts trapped in stone.Lines1Falling to pieces. We could kick him over and finish the job.Lines1FILTH MANIFESTED BY PRIVATISATION.Lines1Find rope. Can hang yourself from here if it goes wrong.Lines1Foxes run uphill, cutting desire lines through the undergrowth.Lines1Gneiss, formed by pressure.Lines1He stares straight ahead, trying to ignore PSEUDOPOD. He looks extremely uncomfortable.Lines243He's gone.Lines1High number. There's a whole fleet of these things.Lines1Impressive bristle texture on these moustaches.Lines1Laminate flooring peels away to reveal metal beneath.Lines1LOUDSPEAKERS SO THE CITY CAN ANNOUNCE IDEOLOGICAL CHANGES ON THE FLY.Lines1Lovers have scratched their initials into the railing.Lines1Mind your ankles.Lines1Must be the groundskeeper's shed.Lines1Old steps, worn in the middle. They remember every visitor.Lines1Photographs, postcards, prayers. Vying for the heroes' blessing.Lines1PORTOFIRO CENTRAL <--> SHRINE TO THE DEATHLESS HEROESLines1PROPAGANDA.Lines1Protection out of joint.Lines1Quarried rock. This travelled a great distance.Lines1Ramses' body, breathing softly.Lines74Reno owns the transit company.Lines1Satisfyingly geometric, carved deep.Lines1She will not look at you.Lines71Smashed. Dead.Lines1Somebody had a fire here. A barbecue... or burning evidence...Lines1Someone must have dropped these. They'll hide your eyes.Lines1Statues, huddled together. Makes you feel sorry for them.Lines1Ten feet away, overarm toss. You could get any trash in this can.Lines1The automat continues its electronic meditation.Lines26The bomb is where you left it, looking completely innocuous.Lines35The bomb tore right through metal.Lines1The cat lounges.Lines52The city stretches out beneath you, alive.Lines1The lights flicker weakly from time to time.Lines1The platform is suspended above a sheer drop, cloud creeping beneath.Lines1The receiver awaits your hand.Lines13The shrine is eerily still.Lines57The tram's logo is a wombat -- friendly and approachable.Lines1The unnatural and somehow high-pitched smell of burnt plastic.Lines1The vandalised jukebox is where you left it, looking slightly more dispirited on second visit.Lines107The wind whistles a tune as it passes.Lines1There is nothing more to see here.Lines83There's an old shrine concealed beneath this growth...Lines1They're gone.Lines1Trembling in her seat. Her eyes won't meet yours.Lines1Uppers. Forgotten.Lines1Very little remains of the luggage rack.Lines1Whoa, someone's paid it forward.Lines1Wow... machine-gäng.Lines1You blink against the cold air. Mountains ascend slowly outside.Lines19You can see inside the tram through here. A free peep show.Lines1You loom once more over the shrine and its congregation of frames.Lines124You return to look out over Portofiro.Lines8You'd look like this crater too had you not jumped out of the way.Lines1You're nearing the top.Lines1Field notesContributeReport a mistake
