Editing Claim the crate of Polythremean ammunition
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|Description = "The cartridges inside me are conscientious objectors. They've all made a pact. If you try to load them it'll all be hang fires and squibs and ruptured cases. You don't want that. Just take me away from here." | |Description = "The cartridges inside me are conscientious objectors. They've all made a pact. If you try to load them it'll all be hang fires and squibs and ruptured cases. You don't want that. Just take me away from here." | ||
|Game Instructions = This will gain you Storm-Threnodies, Memories of Distant Shores, and a little extra. | |Game Instructions = This will gain you Storm-Threnodies, Memories of Distant Shores, and a little extra. | ||
| − | |Unlocked with = {{World Unlock|London's Overtures: Polythreme|100000}}, {{World Unlock|The State of the Emergency|5}} | + | |Unlocked with = {{World Unlock|London's Overtures: Polythreme|100000}}, {{World Unlock|The State of the Emergency|5}} {{Unlock|Service to London|8000}} |
|Success title = All together | |Success title = All together | ||
|Success description = A choir of lead and brass greets you from inside the crate, defiantly singing. Their tiny voices are like six dozen music boxes trying to harmonize together. But the tune is definitely ''Nearer, my God, to Thee''. | |Success description = A choir of lead and brass greets you from inside the crate, defiantly singing. Their tiny voices are like six dozen music boxes trying to harmonize together. But the tune is definitely ''Nearer, my God, to Thee''. | ||
