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"Hey Chet, y'ever consider what a miraculous place the world is? How we're limited beings with nevertheless limitless potential, capable of the greatest wonders or horrors the Earth has ever witnessed?"
"Nope, can't say as I have."
"Yeah, me neither."
Boring, Nebraska. Population: seventeen. No stores, no streetlights. Nothing ever happens here. Even the local crossroads has only one road.
Lucas has been here now for... he's not really sure how long. All the days are exactly the same. Seasons come and go. But somewhere out there, maybe, a killer is waiting: the Butcher of Ogallala, one of top fifty most notorious serial killers in all of western Nebraska.
Then again, maybe not. Lucas has tried surveiling the town, but there's no there there. The weather changes from not-quite-cold to nearly-warm and then back again. The winds rise and then fall. Even the clouds are starting to look familiar. And still, Lucas is no closer to solving anything. Not that there is necessarily anything to solve.
But in a game in which everyone is waiting for the other person to make the first move, can there really be any winners?