Addition

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THE FOLLOWING TRANSCRIPT WAS MADE FROM ONE OF THE DOCUMENTS FOUND IN THE COLLECTION OF MILES XXXXXXXXX. THAT XXXXXXXXX WAS ONE NASTY SON OF A GUN, HUH? REGARDLESS, I WANTED TO SEND THIS TO YOU, BECAUSE ME AND THE BOYS OVER HERE AT ZEKE’S CAN’T FIGURE IT FORWARDS OR BACKWARDS! BUT I REMEMBERED THAT I THOUGHT YOU WERE PROBABLY AN INDOOR KID GROWING UP, SO I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT WANNA GATHER UP SOME FRIENDS AND TRY AND GIVE IT A GO OVER A PIZZA OR WHATEVER IT IS YOU DO. GET OUT THERE, KID, AND START A FEW FIRES.

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UNITED STATES DEPARTMENT OF HOMELAND SECURITY

DEPUTY SECRETARY BERT MOOREHOUSE

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You’re reading this more than likely from a place of comfort, where the boundary of the imagination is reality as you might understand it. But know this. That for all you think you feel, your worries are those of a kind not felt by any except the dead and forgotten. Histories turned to myth turned to just another form of entertainment. Your fears, loves, desires, hopes, and passions an abstraction of an abstraction of an abstraction, your feelings invalidated on a cosmic scale. Knowing that, then you known the nature of the game. We can skip that then. The rules are all around us, “hiding in plain sight”, as they say. Then onwards, lonely traveler, to the reaches of that undiscovered country whose borders we’ve tread all too well.

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## The Setup:

*“A chill wind blows through the trees to the west, and as the last rays of sun pass through branches long now laid bare, you finally make your way to the gate of the Soltado Family Manner. Someone gets out of the car, opens the gate with a key, and you all make you your way to the entrance of the Manor, wicked deeds at hand.”*

## The Manor:

*“The manor contains four rooms. Yes,* **FOUR.** *They are as follows:*

*• The Living Quarter*

*• The Resting Quarter*

*• The Feasting Quarter*

*• The Thinking Quarter*

*There is, of course, a* **FIFTH QUARTER,** *though the sense and semantics of that are left to you. Regardless, here it is:”*

## The Fifth Quarter:

*“‘And there, in the fires of the deepest kiln, we shall set ablaze the leash that binds us to the All-Father, for his alone is the will of the many, and the will of the many is that of the horde. Therefore, I have built this kiln, this harbinger of freedom, in the sanctum of my palace, so that it’s warmth and promise may from it’s vantage illuminate all corners, all roads, all alleys and nooks in between. Then perhaps one day, when the respective quarters of our/myself have each in their own way been combed and examined, and Spectre of Obscurity has been banished or harnessed, then will the door to the last resting place come undone. What is there is the End.’”*

## The Spectre of Obscurity, the Banality of Choice, and the Meaninglessness of Action When All Roads Lead Home:

*“A Spectre of Obscurity hangs over the Soltado Family Manor, though it’s nature is volatile and circumstantial. A keen hermit or shaman may be able to control this Spectre, shaping its form into something useful and engaging and ultimately serviceable, a beautiful and incomprehensible wonder of the universe wrought to the shape of a mere tool, but do what you must to complete the ritual if that’s your proclivity.*

*Now then, I must take the time to expunge and elucidate on the crux of this ritual, the glue that binds it all together: CHOICE. It’s free, and it’s yours. The stage has been set, the microcosm of the universe is yours for the plundering, wizard. Add but never subtract, use your talents to build but never (unless necessary) destroy. The Key is self wrought Meaning. To access the Fifth Quarter is a challenge both quantifiable by you and yours, and one of the mind, for to enter it is to acknowledge and speak aloud absurdity. Do not take this action lightly. Reality is what we make of it.*

*But know this:*

*You cannot subtract what will be once this course has been set in motion. Your fate has been sealed, and the door to the Fifth Quarter, where once a long gone scion of the Soltado line built a kiln with which to unleash our reality, must be opened. All roads must and will lead here, no matter how far or disparate. For this is the End, and what happens within it’s walls will remain with us forever.”*

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## Credits

Addition was written by Ted Santiesteban for the 2017  shotgun scenario contest.

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