Head to the bus, that stands abandoned for years — turn the current on, to receive further trails. On top of a structure, raised by the hands of those who worshipped the maker — take a look around, and soon you'll become a skater.
Wake up, Pilgrim.
You have a city to save!
From the peak of the world,
Let the wind carry you forth.
Where pens rule over a sword,
Spot a man and source of warmth.
One, two, ain't enough!
Six whole punts might seal the pact.
Score more, meet a rough.
Watch his jig and savage act!
Find the mushrooms that grow on the yellow giant, hone them bright as though 'tis night, become resistant. A test that appears in front of thy eyes — thou shall take it, and fly across the skies.
By a Southeastern bandit camp,
A dome hangs over an acid mere.
Wait and sit there like a champ,
Till a packaged gift comes near.
Where two-legged fish reside,
Roam to stash and where to rest.
With a chicken at your side,
Snatch a pair right from the nest.
In the name of the five Dark Quacks!
Within the depths of the highest high,
Make a sacrifice and draw a star.
At last, bear arm for the end is nigh,
Seek great power in the world afar.
At a safehouse of the Lock Master,
By a garden of orange carriage,
Find a note from an officer-meister,
A third-in-line to the name of heritage.
In the dimension from the puzzle before,
Be on the lookout in the deep hellspawn.
Past a zigzag trail to the left explore,
Lies a print in the hidden dungeon for brawn.
At a hostile Southern Stronghold,
Find a room with a tribal cloth fold.
Fulfill the demands of long behold,
A prisoner's fate at last remold.
Three cables, three sockets: start at the top of tall earth,
The one with flowering radio rods and airdropped turf.
Perceptively make your way down by way of no stairs,
Pass two walls of portraits and sit tight on all four chairs.
With the eat at bandit heights in time of rain,
Look around and surely wait a while, not in vain,
For in the settlement close in sight and plain,
From noon to 6, witness a god's power reign.