Our Gang gets knocked down! In the blasted techno-industrial hellscape they find themselves in will they ever find their way home? Probably not! Joe finds a family, Ollie learns to yeehaw, and Greg has a run-in with scissors.
But they get back up again! And despite traps, capture, and a general inability to parse complex directions, nothing’s ever gonna keep them down! Joe eats some gel, Ollie blows it, and Greg stockholms his way to success.
Having made a desperate deal with Josipha, our gang heads a hundred floors down to hunt the SecureSoft Central Control Unit and gets their first taste of holy motor hospitality. A burning is afoot! Ollie does the robot, Joe levels up, and Greg gets in touch with his own mortality.
Wounded and with their route cut off, our gang hunkers down, does some casual looting, and gets to know their headless hostess Anna, whose directions might just push them even further into the chaos of the ongoing burning. Greg’s clothes quest comes to an end, Joe lines his pockets, and Ollie makes a friend.
As our gang wades deeper into the SecureSoft infestation they bump head first into new faces, both friendly and far from it, and learn some deeply concerning new information about the Holy Motorists. Joe fails a stealth roll right into everyone’s hearts, Ollie picks up some new tricks, and Greg does a punch real good.
After laying the dead to rest and saying their goodbyes, our gang takes the long way around to try and catch SecureSoft unawares, but chaos seems to follow, and so does a chatty old friend. Greg springs a trap, Ollie plays it by the book, and Joe discovers the true nature of the infestation.
Trapped, hurt, and more than a little over it, our gang finally squares off against the Central Control Unit, but can they win without everything crashing down around them? Joe goes to town, Greg falls down a hole, and Ollie gets her hands dirty.
Having Resolved to chase down their weakened quarry and pursued by Knights of the Parish, our gang makes literally the worst decisions possible and quickly learn the biggest danger to themselves… is themselves. Joe puts pedal to metal, Ollie takes the wheel in more ways than one, and Greg loses sight of the goal right at the finish line.
Change comes to the Parish, along with our gang, as they slowly straggle their way back to the Big Liars camp and finally get some much-needed, if not well-deserved, rest. Greg can’t see what all the fuss is about, Ollie has complicated car-feels, and Joe eats the long shrimp.
Against their better Judgement, our gang cuts across the mezzanines to meet with the mysterious voice from Anna’s radio and find more answers and ambushes than they even knew to look for. Greg gives a PSA, Joe spreads the wealth, and Ollie keeps getting caught staring.
Fully deputized and elevating downward into the winding chaos of the inner mezzanines, our gang run their first errand for Tove and The Atlas, only to run right into previously dodged trouble and much more than they quite literally bargained for. It’s a Blast! Greg strikes a pose, Ollie sticks to her guns, and Joe continues his crimes against shellfish.
Trying not to think too hard on their latest harrowing discovery, our gang attempts to neatly finish their errand and manage to sneak in a little time for retail therapy, heartbreak, hallucinogens, and a few familiar faces while they’re at it. Joe finds some local color, Greg falls in love with a tool, and Ollie stumbles backwards into her fortune.
Back at camp, our gang arrives just in time to say goodbye again before driving off into the heightened mystery and decrepit mess of Anna’s hometown. Ollie tries to fix the unfixable, Greg finds his footing, and Joe bites the bullet and becomes a hero.