The Valentine's Conspiracy — San Francisco
Of all the fog-covered streets in all the cities in all the world, you found this page. That was not an accident. Nothing this week will be.
San Francisco keeps a record of every connection that almost happened. Every glance that lasted a beat too long on the N-Judah. Every name you almost asked for at a bar on Valencia. Every conversation that ended one sentence too soon.
Your file is thick.
For five days, something old and patient wakes up in this city. Call it what you want — a pattern in the fog, a glitch in the city's long memory. A conspiracy that has been watching, and is tired of watching.
This week, it intervenes.
You will receive daily missions. Strange, intimate, occasionally unnerving assignments that will take you to corners of the city you've walked past a thousand times without seeing.
You will do things that make your pulse quicken. You will meet people you were not supposed to meet. You will say things out loud that you have only ever thought.
Tuesday through Friday · One mission per day · Delivered to your phone
No app to download · Nothing to install · Just respond when The Conspiracy reaches out
On Saturday night, the game sends you somewhere. Three venues across the city. The rest is between you and whoever's file matched yours.
This is not a dating app. This is not a networking event. This is not something you can explain to your friends over brunch, though you will try.
Wave 1 — 7:30 PM
Wave 2 — 9:30 PM
Wave 3 — 11:30 PM
The city decides who you meet. Try to look like you belong.
$10 gets you in. Five days of missions. Saturday night access to all three venues. Whatever happens after that is yours.
5,000 players. When the slots fill, they fill.
Complete your dossier at valentinesconspiracy.com — The Conspiracy needs to know who you are before it can decide who you should meet.
Some connections are too important to leave to chance.
21+ — Bring your ID
Citywide — Missions happen across San Francisco
Your phone is your only tool — Keep it charged, keep it close
BYOB for the final night — Or don't. The city provides