![]() ![]() Before I find it, I'm interrupted by my sixth alarm of the day, and race back out onto the tarmac, only to be told it's either a false alarm or the fire put itself out. What? Every firefighter in this place looks identical, and the game is suddenly picky about whose bed is whose? I stalk through the six different bunk rooms, looking for the specific bed that is assigned to me. The game, however, tells me I can't sleep in a bed that isn't mine. I head back to base, jump to the third floor, and try to flop down on a bed for a nap. Seeing as how it's now four in the morning, it feels like I should maybe take a break or sleep or something. As the day wears on, a third fire occurs, then a fourth, then a fifth, all tiny blazes in garbage bins next to buildings, all easily tamed with the fire extinguisher I carry in my trunk. Alas, a few minutes of fence-looking later, another alarm is raised! I speed off again, my many lights blinking and flashing, to find another small trash can on fire. After the excitement of extinguishing a garbage can fire, it's going to be hard going back to my job as fence inspector, but the danger of invading exclamation points is ever-present and I will not shirk my duty to drive around and look at them.
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