Rewrites Lore-Inconsistent Scenario Descriptions

data/json/scenarios.json

@@ -722,7 +722,7 @@
     "id": "foodplace",
     "name": "The Mascot Rises",
     "points": 0,
-    "description": "You just finished your shift and got back in the break room when you heard the alarms and the security door shutting down behind you.  There's a lot of hungry customers out there and you're not sure Foodplace's delicious food™ is going to be enough to satisfy them.",
+    "description": "Business had been bad—for some reason, weeks of rioting, an evacuation order, and the sky breaking with alien shadows prompted a downturn in foot traffic, even among Food Place’s chain restaurants.  As an employee, upon evacuation being declared, you disregarded company orders to lock up your outlet and, along with another survivor, opted to close yourselves within the breakroom rather than braving the streets awash with insanity and blood.  Safe, for now, behind a security door, you’re convicted that, at least, you’re not going to die in a cheep fast food joint.",
     "allowed_locs": [ "sloc_restaraunt_foodplace_break_room" ],
     "professions": [ "true_foodperson", "unemployed" ],
     "start_name": "Foodplace Break Room",
@@ -733,7 +733,7 @@
     "id": "last_delivery",
     "name": "The Last Delivery",
     "points": 2,
-    "description": "While the world was falling apart, someone called to order some of Foodplace's delicious food™ and you were sent to deliver it.  You're not sure what's happened to the world, but one thing is certain: that delicious food™ is going to get delivered if it's the last thing you do!",
+    "description": "Bigwigs had been acting strangely over the past weeks at Food Place Regional HQ: making all their delivery drivers wear full mascot uniforms, insisting on maintaining regular drop-offs despite the evacuation, and shredding insubordinates skin off with desk scissors.  The latter was the straw that broke the camel’s back; you’d nabbed a parked food truck and high-tailed it out of dodge.  Since then, you’ve been cruising around New England, trying to get to evacuation points, only to find them deserted or overrun.  With only a stretch of open road between you and your nightmares, only time will tell what will become of you.",
     "vehicle": "food_truck_delivery_mission",
     "professions": [ "true_foodperson", "unemployed" ],
     "start_name": "A Stop On The Road",
@@ -848,7 +848,7 @@
     "id": "presort",
     "name": "Crazy Party",
     "points": -2,
-    "description": "After a night of wild partying at a private resort, you awoke to the sounds of police sirens and violence.  You were worried about being arrested, but you'd take that in a heartbeat over being eaten alive, which now seems far more likely.",
+    "description": "It was meant to be a simple, nice, relaxing holiday—a means to distance yourself from the crazies flooding the cities.  What it turned out to be was a nerve-racking stay in a resort filled with uneasy people while the nation fell to bits outside, and, when the evacuation order came, scores of refugees flooded to the building as a makeshift gathering point.  As the population grew past what the private security could comfortably supervise and any form of evac failed to materialise, you heard murmurings that things weren’t going to end well.  They were right.",
     "start_name": "Private resort",
     "allowed_locs": [ "sloc_private_resort" ],
     "professions": [
@@ -1259,7 +1259,7 @@
     "id": "low_profile_start",
     "name": "Low Profile",
     "points": -1,
-    "description": "You were trying to get some distance from home and keep a low profile.  Days of boredom and a return to bad habits made you overdo it with the booze last night.  You awake and find yourself confused by the strange behaviour of people outside.  Time to sober up and see what's going on.",
+    "description": "You heard the global, worsening news and saw the nightmare in the cities firsthand—a situation that prompted you to jump from low-rent motel to cheap trailer, trying to outrun the madness.  While only you know where you'd planned to go, when you heard the government’s last broadcast and realised 'no help was coming,' you resolved to raise a dejected toast and sink to the bottom of a bottle for as long as you could.  What happened in the following days of drunken stupor is an enigma.  What you do know, is that it's time to see how much of the world there’s left to return to.",
     "forced_traits": [ "ADDICTIVE" ],
     "start_name": "Outside Town",
     "allowed_locs": [ "sloc_mobile_home", "sloc_motel" ],

data/json/starting_missions.json

@@ -721,7 +721,8 @@
   {
     "id": "MISSION_LAST_DELIVERY",
     "type": "mission_definition",
-    "name": { "str": "Reach The Mansion And Finish This Delivery" },
+    "name": { "str": "Reach Your Vehicle’s Delivery Destination" },
+    "description": "According to your truck’s saved GPS coordinates, its original mission had been to deliver Food Place products to a mansion in bumfuck nowhere.  You’re not sure who orders takeout while the United States is imploding upon itself, but it seems like as good of a place as any to head to now that evacuation seems to be off the cards.  They’re rich people, after all.  Perhaps they’ll have some room for charity.",
     "goal": "MGOAL_GO_TO_TYPE",
     "destination": "mansion_c3",
     "difficulty": 1,