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Look northEdit, because north and south have already been done
Look West
To the west you see a Flexity streetcar coming down the tracks. It will pass by on your left side in a few seconds. The driver is a middle-aged black woman who, under other circumstances, might remind you of a television chef; at the moment, she looks dour and resigned, like a television chef whose frittata burned.
At the end of the street, there is a grand opening sign for a new fast-casual dim sum restaurant named Dim Sum Kitsch. The sign advertises $5 soup dumplings. There is a faint smell of frying oil coming from that direction.
The emergency alarm is blaring.
Walk west
You walk west to the end of the street. There is a fast-casual dim sum restaurant here, which smells lovely. On the other side of the intersection is a flower shop, but it appears to be closed today. Across the street are trolley tracks, and past that is a dog park. You can go north, south, east, west, or into the restaurant.
The sound of the tram is behind you now.
What do you do? _
Eat some dim sum.
You enter the restaurant and, without even looking at the menu, begin ordering at the counter. The cashier, who you imagine is the owner's daughter, is baffled by your perfect Cantonese pronunciation. She responds in English with the price and tells you it will be 12-15 minutes.
Fifteen minutes later, you are sitting at a table holding chopsticks and staring down three steamer baskets of dumplings. The street outside is clogged with ambulances, police, and screaming mourners, but that just means you have the restaurant all to yourself. The owner's daughter replaces your teapot with a fresh pot of oolong.
GAME OVER
DUMPLING ENDING (2/?)
Final score 160/150
This is an amazing string of comments. I look forward to crossing paths again
Enter restaurant
You enter the restaurant and, without even looking at the menu, begin ordering at the counter. The cashier, who you imagine is the owner's daughter, is baffled by your perfect Cantonese pronunciation. She responds in English with the price and tells you it will be 12-15 minutes.
Fifteen minutes later, you are sitting at a table holding chopsticks and staring down three steamer baskets of dumplings. The street outside is clogged with ambulances, police, and screaming mourners, but that just means you have the restaurant all to yourself. The owner's daughter replaces your teapot with a fresh pot of oolong.
GAME OVER
DUMPLING ENDING (2/?)
Final score 160/150
I don't know what I just witnessed, but I'm here for it
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