Hide appropriate Plaguebearer resolutions

campaigns/zcp/dead_by_dawn.json

@@ -600,6 +600,7 @@
     {
       "id": "R1",
       "title": "Resolution 1",
+      "hidden": true,
       "text": "As two agents pull a furious West out the door, a woman stands above you and points the muzzle of a gun directly at your midsection. \"Nothing personal. But you weren't cleared for any of this.\"\nYour last moment of life is a flash of gunfire.",
       "steps": [
         "all_killed",
@@ -615,6 +616,7 @@
     {
       "id": "R2",
       "title": "Resolution 2",
+      "hidden": true,
       "text": "You bolt out the front door of the manor, pulling the doctor with you. \"What's the meaning of all this? Did you lead that monstrosity to me? Did Greyson? God, what incompetence.\"\nYou protest. You're not an agent. You're one of his patients, and he has a lot of explaining to do. West stops, and stares you up and down, squinting in the light of the sunrise. \"Ah. Impressive. One of my <i>patients</i>? I suppose I'm going to have to fill you in on exactly what's going on.\"",
       "steps": [
         "earn_xp_delayed",
@@ -630,6 +632,7 @@
     {
       "id": "R3",
       "title": "Resolution 3",
+      "hidden": true,
       "text": "You bolt out the front door of the manor, desperate to escape the horrors inside. Screaming and gunfire rings out as the sun breaks above the horizon. You watch from a side street as several agents drag West from the manor, bound, bloodied, and unconscious. \"Where we taking him?\"\n\"Back to the Brook Facility. He's got a lotta work to do and questions to answer.\"\nYou need answers, now. The agents have West, and a handle on all this. Which means there's only one place to go. Back to the facility.",
       "steps": [
         "earn_xp_delayed",
@@ -660,6 +663,7 @@
     {
       "id": "R5",
       "title": "Resolution 5",
+      "hidden": true,
       "text": "<center><strike><red>Dead.</red></strike></center>\n<center><strike><red>That won't do.</red></strike></center>\n<center><strike><red>My unbinding needs opposition.</red></strike></center>\n<center><strike><red>The sorcerer's folly will be your kind's undoing.</red></strike></center>\n<center><strike><red>Do what is asked of you.</red></strike></center>\n<center><strike><red>Rise.</red></strike></center>\nThe first rays of the morning sun stream across your corpse. As you feel the warmth on your skin, you jolt awake. You are lying on the floor of the manor, surrounded by long-cooled carnage. How are you alive?\nYou need answers, now. The agents have West, and a handle on all this. Which means there's only one place to go. Back to the facility.",
       "steps": [
         "heal_trauma",

campaigns/zcp/high_noon_descent.json

@@ -701,6 +701,7 @@
     {
       "id": "R1",
       "title": "Resolution 1",
+      "hidden": true,
       "text": "The thin man intoduces himself as Robison. \"You've been looking for me, yes? I've been looking for you. My master -he has concerns about the ongoing situation in Arkham.\"\nBefore you even ask the question, he responds. \"I have made… an arrangement with the creator of this realm. Let's just say that my survival was at risk, and he was the key. You owe him a debt as well. You would have been crushed in the collapse of my former research wing had he not pulled you through.\nBut that's not here nor there. I suppose you would like to hear what I know.\"",
       "steps": [
         "earn_xp",

campaigns/zcp/late_risers.json

@@ -330,6 +330,7 @@
     {
       "id": "R1",
       "title": "Resolution 1",
+      "hidden": true,
       "text": "You feel a heavy arm shake you from unconsciousness. \"Buddy? Buddy, you alright?\"\nThe portly man standing above you has a look of concern on his face. Seeing you wake, he smiles broadly. \"Thank goodness. Dead customers tend to be bad for business.\"\nHe flips a rag over his shoulder and sticks out a hand. \"Hibbs. Seems like you got a bit overserved, friend.\"\nYou protest. The facility. The monsters. The agents. The gas!\n\"Don't know what you're talking about. You're in my establishment- Hibbs' Roadhouse, best speakeasy you can afford. You probably had too much to drink. Found you passed out in one of the booths. Simple as that.\"\nYou press him. If this is a speakeasy, where are the customers? \"Funny thing. That gas you mentioned? That's the one thing you said that makes any sense. But before that, I think you need something to eat.\"",
       "steps": [
         "earn_xp",

campaigns/zcp/night_on_the_town.json

@@ -858,6 +858,7 @@
     {
       "id": "R1",
       "title": "Resolution 1",
+      "hidden": true,
       "text": "Things are getting bad out there. You had hoped that your experiences in the facility were exceptional, but it seems as though all of Arkham is swiftly moving in the same direction. It's possible that no matter what action you take to keep people safe, it won't be enough against the spreading tide of miasmic corruption.\nUnless, of course, you can cut it off at the source. Find where this evil spreads from and stop it. The strange disease-ridden monster that appeared by the general store leaves you thinking - perhaps there's something around there that serves as the source of it all…",
       "steps": [
         "earn_xp",
@@ -875,6 +876,7 @@
     {
       "id": "R2",
       "title": "Resolution 2",
+      "hidden": true,
       "text": "You've done it. Thanks to you, countless citizens of Arkham will survive the night to come. These creatures, dangerous as they may be, won't defeat this city. Not tonight.\nDespite your victory, you can't stop the sinking feeling that no matter how many people make it through, it won't be enough against the spreading tide of miasmic corruption.\nUnless, of course, you can cut it off at the source. Find where this evil spreads from and stop it. The strange disease-ridden monster that appeared by the general store leaves you thinking - perhaps there's something around there that serves as the source of it all…",
       "steps": [
         "earn_xp",

campaigns/zcp/the_midnight_hour.json

@@ -1326,6 +1326,7 @@
     {
       "id": "R4",
       "title": "Resolution 4",
+      "hidden": true,
       "text": "You jolt awake in a pool of your own sweat. The vampires hate it when you sit idle - but then again, they hate it when you do anything. Your skin, long since burned to ash, is proof of that. Cthugha will not let you die. It is his gift, for binding the plaguebearer anew. Of course, the punishment for helping release that enemy in the first place is an eternity of study at the hands of servants of the Living Flame. But this fate is acceptable, if it is the cost you pay to save all of humanity.",
       "steps": [
         "the_plaguebearer_was_bound_anew",
@@ -1345,6 +1346,7 @@
     {
       "id": "R5",
       "title": "Resolution 5",
+      "hidden": true,
       "text": "You stir awake at the sound of pounding on the door. They've found you again. These fools don't understand - the King! The Plaguebearer may have been bound by your previous actions. But he is not truly defeated. Humanity will never be safe until its proper leader has entered our world. You've taken steps to help - the manuscripts, signed in blood and sent to individuals of note. It's not your fault if their minds could not handle the second act. Only the strong will serve at the throne of the Tattered King. These are the thoughts that flash through your mind as the door splinters off its hinges. In moments, you will die. But this fate is acceptable, if it is the cost you pay to save all of humanity.",
       "steps": [
         "the_plaguebearer_was_bound_anew",
@@ -1364,6 +1366,7 @@
     {
       "id": "R6",
       "title": "Resolution 6",
+      "hidden": true,
       "text": "Your mind rests in the trench between consciousness and idle slumber. Are you dead? Alive? Does it truly matter? Baalshandor has been bound anew. You can feel it in your soul. The miasmic plague that descended upon Arkham, drawn into its god's new flesh, has been eradicated entirely. You have saved not just the city, but the entirety of humanity.\nYou chance the opening of an eye.\nArkham is chaos. But the chaos of a bewildered military force, trying to make sense of a deeply harried populace is a balm compared to what you've just been through. As you're ordered around by men in fatigues, you grin quietly to yourself and continue forward. How could you even begin to explain?You're quarantined in a massive tent with many other citizens. Though some recognize you, you doubt any are aware of the trials you've been through, and what you've done for them. Which suits you just fine. As you sit down on the sparse cot, you realize that all you've wanted for the past 30 hours is to sleep like you're dead. And that's exactly what you're going to do.\n",
       "steps": [
         "earn_xp",