Inland Empire
- conversations
- 271
- Locations
- 17
Description
COOL FOR: DREAMERS. PARA-NATURAL INVESTIGATORS. MENTAL CREATORS.
Inland Empire is the unfiltered wellspring of imagination, emotion, and foreboding. It enables you to grope your way through invisible dimensions of reality, gaining insight into that which sight can’t see. What’s really going? What do these enigmatic riddles mean for the world-fate?
At high levels, Inland Empire animates the inanimate. You’ll have conversations with your clothing, conversations that may change the course of the investigation if you’re not thrown in the loony bin first. With low Inland Empire, however, you’ll be void of imagination – and character. And then how will you shape the cosmos?
Where
17Tasks
134- Getting the body down
- Find working class husband
- Help Revachol Ice City cut losses
- The Jam Mystery
- Call your station's lazareth
- Investigate Doomed Commercial Area
- End-of-day debrief with Kim
- The Missing Insects Case
- Find the traffic hooligan
- Meet Lilienne at Land's End
- Replace lost boule
- Find your other shoe
- Interview cafeteria manager
- Inspect victim's body
- Report your badge missing
- Find money for rent and pay Garte
- Pay for damages
- Talk to Garte for Sylvie
Dialogue
271- Just dead and dying locusts, and the slow swaying of surrounding reeds.
- The trap is filled with dead and dying locusts. Most of them aren't moving anymore. You…
- The trap is full of locusts, but they seem weak and unhealthy. A few lie on their backs…
- "Think you can hang our brother and then just fucking talk your way out of it?" His eyes…
- The motor carriage looks very sad sitting all alone in the ice.
- You see a heavy steel door with a prominent dimple lock. It's painted blue.
- The scaffolding around the old monument has been taken down. In its place are the spoils…
- "I have nothing to say to you. Get out of my sight."
- The ageing alcoholic is still there, breathing... The air in the room is stale.
- "The legend returns. You know the deal, legend-man. Smokes are smokey, pilsner... gets…
- The woman stands, slumped. She looks catatonic under her mountain of RCM paraphernalia…
- "Hello! Isn't this a fine morning?" He nods to you, smiling.
- Machine's keyboard is still illuminated, revealing virescent PLAY and PRINT buttons.
- A metal payphone under a yellow plastic dome. There's a bitter, caustic taste on the tip…
- "Oh hey, wey. There's coffee in the back... Oh, wait, I meant the Mother's love."
- "Yes, what is it?" She doesn't look up from the keyboard.
- A weathered brown door. The number reads '20'.
- The woman gazes steadily at the waves. A sudden gust picks up her dark hair and lets it…