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The canteen reverberated with voices and the clatter of cutlery against plates. Max Leon leaned into the conversation at the table. “I saw The Cloak today,” he said, looking the Rogue Boys in the eye, one at a time.
“You sure? The Manual says that hallucinations commonly happen on Week 23 in the Bog.”
Max vetoed the idea with a slight shake of the head. “Royal Blue, Crimson and Gold brocade. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
The Rogue Boys are Fringe Trekkers known for their relentless tactics in obtaining Hidden Data, no matter how deep the burial. They accepted a nine-month contract in Shame Bog nearly six months ago to retrieve uncovered details about the revered and coveted Shame Cloak. Those who wear it will enter a new understanding.
When they first entered the Bog carrying their Light Pole Anchors and various tools, fuel, and water in their cargo pockets, the going wasn’t bad, but the Bog began to heat up, releasing toxic gases, sucking them down into brackish mud. Storms squalled, moaning about helplessness, abandonment, and a heavy load of worthlessness.
They collected the heavy toxic mist in nets, dipping them into a Dissolve Vat for a Toxic Blessing Rewild. Then, they built small islands out of the black muck, outfitting them with dry Station Platforms where future Trekkers could pause and…
