Cornucopia

The rickety building stands alone, the centerpiece of the twenty-four podiums that circle it. Faded white paint on its roof identifies it as the Sheriff’s Office. Inside is where the treasure lies, but its walls hold a collection of familiar faces. Hundreds of ‘wanted’ posters; no criminals are sketched onto them, instead tributes of games gone by. A desk and two cells are filled with every provision you need to survive in this wild expanse.