Scenarios nobody has opened yet. Everything here is buried under whatever already had a head start.
You awaken at the foot of ancient, sentient towers that communicate through song.
-actors are replaced by puppets during performances.
Gravity shifts arbitrarily in the classroom, chairs stick to the ceiling.
In the heart of the desert, a mechanical beast lies wounded.
You're a student in a secretly competitive school-Journalism race.
You're stranded in a marketplace flooding with sentient ink.