Physical and Mental fitness levels range in value from 1 to 5. The players statys tracker app describes these values as shown below. During challenges, players are more or less likely to succeed based on their current values.\n\nValue / Description / Chance for Success\n-------------------------------------------------------------\n1: \t\t\t\tDanger \t\t\t\t\t\t(20%)\n2: \t\t\t\tLow \t\t\t\t\t\t(40%)\n3: \t\t\t\tModerate \t\t\t\t\t(60%)\n4: \t\t\t\tExcellent \t\t\t\t\t(80%)\n5: \t\t\t\tPerfect \t\t\t\t\t(100%)
<h1>12:20 AM. Less than 24 hours remaining.</h1>\n<p>You belly-up to your work station and throw one leg over a rickety antique piano stool. Your eyes pass over strands of wire, capacitors, resistors, and countless other minute components. Every color of the rainbow is represented here, yet the sight does little to cheer you. Before you lies what remains of your console. The device you use to navigate the infinite and treacherous expances of cyberspace.</p>\n<p>Your [[Quantum-Computing Module]] has lost coherence and needs a lengthy re-initializing. The [[Taiwanese RAM Doubler]] you picked up for peanuts has finally shit the bed too, as to which the carbon-scoring it left on your microboard can attest. It also wouldn't hurt to run a diagnostic on the [[I/O Controller]], you're beyond tired of the slightly laggy stream feed. You know damn well that during a run, a half-second of lag could have catastrophic consequences.</p>\n<p>When you consider the laundry-list of repairs your rig currently requires, you're more than half-tempted just to get some [[sleep]] after all.</p>
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<h1> Midnight. 24 hours remaining:</h1> \n<p>Heavy rain cascades in sheets outside your second-story flat. The gutters rattle and the walls creak as gale force winds batter your apartment's dilapidated wooden frame. Occasional flashes of lightning are followed immediately by reverberant and menacing blasts of thunder. The storm brings a certain comfortable terror; the possibility of sudden death combined with the promise of hot cocoa.</p>\n<p>A shabby blanket helps keep your neck and shoulders warm, but a harrowing hunger gnaws at you. Your stomach would be grateful if you would [[eat]] something.</p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
<h1>12:20 AM. Less than 24 hours remaining.</h1>\n<p>You cannot resist your ratty futon's siren-call any longer. The room spins a bit as your head hits the pillow, you have been awake for nearly 48 hours straight now. Phantom images swirl in front of your closed eyes, your dream is eager to begin.</p>\n<p>You are yanked somewhat from your comfort by the thought that by this time tomorrow, you will mostly likely be dead. A thought that bothers you almost enough to haul your ass out of bed again to [[work on your rig]]. Perhaps [[catching some z's]] is more important though. It wont do you any good to pass out mid-run. </p>
<h2>Storm Run</h2>
<<set $physicalLevel = "Low" >> \n<<set $mentalLevel = "Moderate" >>\n<<set $credits = 50 >>\n<h2> STATUS:\nPhysical Fitness: <<print $physicalLevel>>. \nNeurological Fitness: <<print $mentalLevel>>.\nCredits in your account: <<print $credits>>. \n</h2>\n
<h2>Super Sanjuro</h2>
<h1>12:15 AM. Less than 24 hours remaining.</h1>\n<p>You shamble listlessly toward your studio's kitchenette. The mini-fridge offers little in the way of sustenance, just some past-date relish and a runny violet stain. With a sigh, you turn to check the cupboard. Inside its dusty wooden concavity you spot a few packets of Usagi-Boy. Within a few long minutes your electric kettle heats enough water to reconstitute a bowl's worth of the value-brand miso broth. Tiny chunks of tofu bob to the surface of the soup's cloudy complexion.</p>\n<p>With a few hearty gulps you drain the bowl, bringing a satisfying warmth to your gut. Having eaten, you are visited by a sense of sedation. Your exhaustion has caught up with you, nearly overpowering your will to [[work on your rig]]. But then again, maybe [[sleep]] would be best. You may not get another chance to rest before this ordeal is over.</p>