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MTaS ~ ACHIEVEMENT: Sepia Toned Memories

By ✨Bearnwyn✨

MORT's PHOTO ALBUM
Find the photos to hear an interesting story about the origins of Sandrock.

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Category: Achievements, Characters, Gameplay Basics, Story or Lore, Walkthroughs

Languages: English

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6 Jun, 2022 @ 4:30pm

27 Jul, 2024 @ 11:33pm

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Guide Index

Overview

Guide Copyright

About my guides

About the achievement

Story ~ Young Mort & Younger Zeke

Story ~ Sandrock during the "gold rush" era

Story ~ The Old Water Tower

Story ~ Mort & Martle at the Hotel Sandrock

Story ~ Early version of the straw grid

Story ~ The Old Blue Moon

Story ~ The Before Times

Story ~ Minister Zeke

Story ~ Wedding at the Tree

Story ~ The Last Photo of Martle

QUESTIONS, COMMENTS & REPORTING

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Guide Copyright

This guide has been made for the Steam community.
If you are seeing this elsewhere then it has been copied without my permission.

About my guides

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If you find these guide useful a thumbs up would be appreciated.
Hope you have fun exploring.
Bear

About the achievement

Achievement: Sepia Toned Memories

The side mission Gone with the Wind (replacement photo album for Mort) needs to be completed first before the scattered photos can be found.
For more details on this mission go to WIKI[mytimeatsandrock.fandom.com]
It can take several game days to find them all so continue on with other missions in the meanwhile.
There are 10 photos to find.
When found, the photos are placed in your personal album (keyboard I), story section.
They are not seen in your inventory.
When Mort is next spoken to, the photo automatically triggers the associated story.

Order & locations are random

My results:

Steps next to Construction Junction
Dismantle the broken robot outside of Eufaula Salvage gate
Outside workshop gate
Next to Commerce Guild steps
Inside Gecko Station ruins
In the large bird's nest on the cliff bridge walkway.

Additional information

Please let me know in the forum discussion.

Bugs or problems

Discussion and bug reporting pages.
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Story ~ Young Mort & Younger Zeke

Hello again, young one- hm? That there, it's an old photo of mine you found, isn't it? To think! My old photos might all be out there somewhere! May I have it?

Ah hah! This photo was taken around the time when little Zeke first arrived in Sandrock. He was a small young lad at the time, who knew he would grow to such heights?

We found him lost in the desert, separated from his clan during one of our trips to build a straw grid up in the northeren reaches of the Eufaula. We had intended to help him find his kin, but the desert had other plans...

So, Martle and I raised him as our own. Taught him the ways of this land. My wife was... very proud of him. I think, to her, he was even more precious than the oasis.

This is a cherished memory, thank you for finding it, young builder.

I don't suppose... since there are probably more photos of mine out there, if you ever chance upon more, could you bring them to me? Then I'd be a happy fly, if I live or if I die.
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Story ~ Sandrock during the "gold rush" era

Ah... This is...

Though I'm glad to have this back, the memories that come with it are... unpleasant. Who could've known where things would go...

That old fool, Dyson. He believed Sandrock held countless hidden treasures; one day one of his men fell in a hole and it turned out he was right. The Old World metropolis under our feet held untold amount of relics, mostly intact, too.

Countless folk rushed in after that: vegetation was trampled, water was squandered, and animals lost their homes... Only the roar of machines and an inseparable haze were left here in Sandrock.

Martle's and my regrets meant little to the newcomers; and once the railway was open, there was really no stopping them. We had to watch those relic rush miners pluck every petal off our desert flower, and soon, there was nothing left.

Young one, thank you for bringing this to me. It feels good to share these old stories with someone who will hear them... Please stop by if you find any more of my photos.
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Story ~ The Old Water Tower

Ah...
This photo was taken... not that long ago.

Mason built that water tower by the oasis... look at how tired he is in this photo. Must've been a lot of work... People were discouraged back then, it's fortunate that Matilda and Miguel came around to inspire a bit of hope.

Not only did they inspire us, but they got behind projects that promoted the conservation of nature and water... what's that phrase they're always spoutin'? In any case, they made sure we always had enough to drink.

But the desert is still growing, and soon everything will have dried up, though I may not live to see it. People are leaving Sandrock again... only old fools like me are stubborn enough to stay...

Young one, thank you for bringing this to me. It feels good to share these old stories with someone who will hear them... Please stop by if you find any more of my photos.
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Story ~ Mort & Martle at the Hotel Sandrock

Oh... This photo! This one takes me back...

We couldn't be much older than twenty in this photo? This is not long after we met at the oasis.

She was running her hotel, and I was a gardner with no real purpose... We met when I was just passing through, I was instantly struck by her passion; she told me about her dream to share Sandrock's beauty with the world...

How strange that those fiery eyes, full of passion would soon instead be full of tears, and all because her dream came true. Indeed, she shared her oasis with the world, but the world did not return the same kindness.

Nothing gold can stay; time, regrettably, marches on in only one direction. Perhaps Sandrock was destined to be used up. I tried my best to turn back time in the desert, I was but one man... and my quest... was folly... hm...

...She looks so happy in this photo, I had almost forgotten about that look of hers. If only I'd stopped her that day... when she went to check on the straw grid... Oh... sorry, I've kept you too long, haven't I?

Young one, thank you for bringing this to me. It feels good to share these old stories with someone who will hear them... Please stop by if you find any more of my photos.
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Story ~ Early version of the straw grid

Haha... yes, yes, these were the good old days... We were so full of hope then...

We used to write messages in the sand with straw; if you stuck them in there with a shovel, they'd stay there for a long, long time... Hm, but this photo... it was quite a while after we started doing that... Ah, yes. It all started when I found that old book...

I thought fate was giving us another chance... From the ruins of the Old World that impoverished us, we found a book; one that detailed all sorts of agricultural techniques... advanced concepts that included even terraforming the desert...

The methods in the book seemed out of our grasp however, until... I noticed the messages I used to write in the sand with straw... if I made them into a square, they would protect plants inside it from the blowing sands. And so began the "straw grid."

I began digging thousands of squares across the desert, sowing stubborn plants in each of them, ones I knew could survive. As the plants grew, the straw became like fertilizer. After a few cycles, sand turned back into soil again.

Zeke might have told you something about those days, hm? We were all building the straw grid. And, for a while there, we thought we were going to put a dent into the sandstorms...

But the desert was too strong. We were like droplets of water fighting against an unfeeling ocean. No matter what we did, the winds kept blowing, and our oasis got smaller and smaller.

I've gotten old and have long since given up... Zeke, he took after Martle. He's still trying to find a way to do what we failed to do all those years ago... I can't help but feel responsible for leading him down such a futile path...

Talk to him if you get the chance... that Old World technology is beyond us... everything we've tried has led to nothing but false hope...

Hm... I'm sorry that regaling such a pleasant memory took a rather dark turn. Please... stop by if you find any more of my photos...
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Story ~ The Old Blue Moon

Photo probably taken by Vivi as it's also framed in her house.
Hugo, Mort, Owen's father, young Owen, Mabel, Cooper.

Ha …

These were happy days, indeed. Sandrock was quite lively then; Owen's father bought the saloon off us and turned it into their “Blue Moon”. This photo... it must be opening day!

That there is Lumi, with his back to the camera, he was the finest shoemaker you'd ever meet. That lady on the left was Rose, boy she could hum a tune. And that there's Esca, she was always writing poems with a glass of milk in front of her …

Of course, none of them are here anymore...

You see, back then there were always folks passing through, some even took the train that day just to be there to see the Blue Moon open.

Thank you for bringing this to me. It feels good to share these old stories with someone who will hear them... Please stop by if you find any more of my photos.
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Story ~ The Before Times

Oh... well, if it isn't...

This was Mason's first day as a Builder here. One of the cheeriest folk you could've known... back then, anyhow. Your friend reminded me of him, Mi-an. Always the first on the scene to lend a hand.

And... I'd almost forgotten about those two...

Email and Lou; that woman there with the glasses, and that fellow wearing a suit next to Theodore...

They took over running the town at the height of the relic rush. Lou believed with development, Sandrock would figure out ways to overcome its environmental drawbacks... So he did everything he could to push for progress...

Sadly, he was mistaken. With all those big machines coming in along with more and more mouths to feed, the water dried up... and that was the end of it.

In his later years, he tried to find a way to keep what was left afloat, but it was too late. He left office a broken man... Same thing happened to Email.

For nearly forty years, they fought for this town. But... we all have our limits, I suppose.

Now... no one in this photo is here anymore.

But... we have new hope in this town, now. We've learned from our past. Learned from our mistakes.

Sacrifices are sometimes necessary to make progress. Let us hope that the last of our sacrifices have been made...

Thank you for finding this. I think... there are only a few more. I must say I am astounded at how fortunate we've been; I hardly expected to see any again...

Let me know if any more turn up.
And... thank you.
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Story ~ Minister Zeke

Oh, this old thing...

Many people forget that Zeke was the minister of our town for a while. Back in 78, a lot of folks were leaving. That was the year Martle didn't come back from one of her excursions. Without her around, well...

Those close to Zeke now know that he can be a truly inspiring person. So, those few of us left, myself included, asked him to step up and try to be the voice that we needed to keep spirits up in Sandrock.

Of course, we knew Zeke's soft-spoken nature might not translate well to the stage, but... well, we'd hoped he could find his voice in time.

That, ahem...
Never happened...

He gave it his all...! It was... moving as a father to see him trying so hard, but... at the end of the day, he was a fish out of quicksand; each of his sermons floundered to roughly the same extent, showing no signs of improvement.

"Life is like bio-crust," he'd say. The issue there within being... no one really knows what bio-crust is.

He didn't want to give up. But... it wasn't his decision. People stopped coming to his sermons. And when Miguel came, he didn't even know he was replacing anyone.

It was... for the best.

I'd like to think now that Zeke is inspiring people in other ways. All the efforts he's put into understanding his desert of ours... his achievements are finally visible. Thanks in no small part to people like yourself.

Now there are those who would seek him out for his insights... Funny how to have his voice heard, it helped to step off the stage...

I thank you for bringing this to me. I'll just keep this one in the back. Zeke has a lot on his mind these days...
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Story ~ Wedding at the Tree

Ah...! This photo...!

Thank you! This is the photo I'd hoped most wed' be able to find. This is course... is our wedding day. Everything... was perfect then.
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Never was there a more picture perfect model of Telesis than on that day.
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We all shared that oasis; not one of us was wanting. And as our little camp grew in numbers, so too did our family.
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That day, we thought we'd chosen a fate: to live forever in paradise.
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Let's just say... it's hard to believe in that old Light doctrine... "Everything happens for a reason."

Thank you.
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Story ~ The Last Photo of Martle

Oh... So... You did find it...

Yes, this is the last photo ever taken of Martle. Spring, 78

When we lost the kids in 74, I think that was the beginning of the end for a lot of folks.

At first we... came together. There was strength in mourning them. We supported the families. And that day, we swore that we would do everything we could to not let their losses be for nothing. A vow I still cherish to this day.

Everyone went out to the straw grid, doubled our efforts. Zeke took his first step toward being the hermit he is today, practically taking up residence in that greenhouse.

Our hopes were strangely... renewed. But the storms kept coming.
...and coming... and coming...
Stronger by the season.

Strangely, it was the most determined of us who left first, save for a few. Esca the poet I was surprised to see go. She always seemed to know how to cheer us up...

Martle scouted almost every inch of the desert, looking for some Old World technology that might save us. That meant... each journey had to be greater than the last. She travelled further and further out until...
Spring, 78.

There was nothing particular about that morning. Cool weather. Couple of clouds.
I never really worried about Martle. She's as tough as anyone.
But I suppose... the only ones who drown are those brave enough to swim.
That was...
More than twenty years ago.

This is all of my photos.
Thank you.
Truly, thank you.
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