{ "name": "Anaheim Stadium — Home Plate", "enter_text": "Bottom of the fourth. You are the home plate umpire of a professional baseball game, you are not a police officer, and one of the twenty-five men on this field is going to kill the Queen of England.", "music": 4, "strokes": [ { "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 0, "w": 160, "h": 168, "color": 2, "meaning": "Floor" } }, { "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 0, "w": 160, "h": 18, "color": 9, "meaning": "None" } }, { "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 16, "w": 160, "h": 30, "color": 8, "meaning": "Wall" } }, { "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 20, "w": 160, "h": 2, "color": 7, "meaning": "None" } }, { "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 28, "w": 160, "h": 2, "color": 7, "meaning": "None" } }, { "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 36, "w": 160, "h": 2, "color": 7, "meaning": "None" } }, { "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 44, "w": 160, "h": 3, "color": 15, "meaning": "None" } }, { "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 47, "w": 160, "h": 121, "color": 2, "meaning": "Floor" } }, { "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 92, "w": 160, "h": 2, "color": 10, "meaning": "None" } }, { "Ellipse": { "x": 34, "y": 112, "w": 96, "h": 56, "color": 6, "meaning": "Floor" } }, { "Line": { "pts": [ [ 36, 168 ], [ 80, 130 ] ], "color": 15 } }, { "Line": { "pts": [ [ 128, 168 ], [ 84, 130 ] ], "color": 15 } }, { "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 164, "w": 160, "h": 4, "color": 0, "meaning": "Wall" } }, { "Rect": { "x": 66, "y": 16, "w": 26, "h": 31, "color": 0, "meaning": "Floor" } }, { "Rect": { "x": 66, "y": 16, "w": 2, "h": 31, "color": 7, "meaning": "None" } }, { "Rect": { "x": 90, "y": 16, "w": 2, "h": 31, "color": 7, "meaning": "None" } } ], "spawn": [ 30, 150 ], "exits": [ 5, null, null, 3 ], "exit_flags": [ "found_assassin", "", "", "" ], "exit_blocked": [ "You are in the middle of calling a professional baseball game. You cannot leave in the middle of calling a professional baseball game.", "", "", "" ], "objects": [ { "name": "scoreboard", "sprite": "scoreboard", "x": 26, "y": 44, "look": "ANGELS 3 — MARINERS 1, BOTTOM 4TH. Below the score, in lights: PLEASE WELCOME HER MAJESTY QUEEN ELIZABETH II. She is in the owner's box, eating a hot dog, and doing it very well.", "synonyms": "board score lights sign", "use_text": "You look up at the board for slightly too long and miss a pitch entirely. You call it a strike. Nobody argues, because you are the umpire, and this is the first genuinely useful thing about this job." }, { "name": "homeplate", "sprite": "homeplate", "x": 82, "y": 148, "look": "Home plate. Seventeen inches across, five sides, and the only patch of ground in this stadium where a man in a mask can crouch beside professional athletes and pat them down without anybody calling the police, who would be you, if you still were.", "synonyms": "plate base dish dirt", "points": 5, "sets_flag": "at_plate", "use_text": "You take out the brush and sweep the plate. This is expected of you. It is, in fact, the only reason anyone in this stadium is comfortable with a masked man on his knees six inches from a professional athlete, and you intend to sweep this plate all afternoon." }, { "name": "catcher", "sprite": "catcher", "x": 66, "y": 142, "look": "The catcher, crouched, giving signs. From where you stand, you can see his mitt, his shin guards, and roughly a third of what is in his back pocket.", "synonyms": "backstop mitt player", "requires_flag": "at_plate", "points": 10, "sets_flag": "frisked_catcher", "use_text": "You ask to inspect the mitt for a foreign substance. This is entirely routine and he hands it over without looking at you. You check the webbing, the palm, the laces, and both pockets of the man attached to it. Pine tar, a stick of gum, and a photograph of a dog. Clean.", "dialogue": [ { "says": "Catcher: Blue, that last one was outside. That was outside by a foot.", "choices": [ { "text": "It caught the corner.", "goto": 1 }, { "text": "Hand me the mitt, son. Routine inspection.", "goto": 2 }, { "text": "EVERYBODY FREEZE. THIS IS A SEARCH.", "goto": 3, "kills": true } ] }, { "says": "Catcher: It caught the corner of the parking lot. He shakes his head and resets. He will say something like this after every pitch for two hours, and none of it means anything, and it is the most normal thing that has happened to you all week.", "choices": [ { "text": "Play ball.", "goto": 0 } ] }, { "says": "Catcher: ...Sure, Blue. He hands it over. Nobody thinks twice. Nobody ever thinks twice about the umpire.", "choices": [ { "text": "Won't take a second.", "goto": -1 } ] }, { "says": "You announce a law-enforcement search of a professional baseball team, on the field, during play, wearing a mask, having been fired on Thursday in front of four hundred people including a head of state. Sixty thousand people come over the railings at once. The last thing you see is the marching band, who were not involved, and who never stood a chance." } ] }, { "name": "batter", "sprite": "batter", "x": 106, "y": 140, "look": "The batter, digging in. Thirty-one ounces of ash in his hands and a look on his face that says he has decided what he is doing with the next pitch.", "synonyms": "hitter bat player ash", "requires_flag": "frisked_catcher", "points": 10, "sets_flag": "frisked_batter", "use_text": "You call time and ask to see the bat, citing pine tar above the legal limit. He hands it over, disgusted, and stands there with his arms out while you check the handle, the barrel, the knob, his sleeves, his belt, and his back pockets. The bat is legal. The man is clean. He calls you a word you will not be writing in the report, because there is no longer a report." }, { "name": "slugger", "sprite": "slugger", "x": 132, "y": 132, "look": "Number 44 is on deck, and Number 44 is not right. He is not stretching. He is not talking. He is looking at the owner's box, and he has been looking at the owner's box since the second inning, and nobody who plays this game for a living looks anywhere for that long.", "synonyms": "44 outfielder hitter number player jackson", "requires_flag": "frisked_batter", "points": 15, "sets_flag": "found_assassin", "use_text": "You brush a plate that does not need brushing until Number 44 steps in, then call time and check him for pine tar. Taped inside the forearm of his batting glove, wired to a lithium cell, is a pager. He does not react to being touched. His pupils are wrong. Somewhere above you, in a box overlooking home plate, a man who owns two hundred and six ships is holding a transmitter and waiting for a woman in a pale blue coat to stand up for the seventh-inning stretch. You take the stairs." } ] }