Speakers
Kim Kitsuragi
- conversations
- 402
- Locations
- 16
Where
16Tasks
136- Prove your authority to Titus Hardie
- Look for Ruby on the coast
- The pissing competition
- Find the bullet before you get fooled
- Ask the pétanque player about may bells
- Ask René about the photo
- Find the armoured gloves
- Do not talk to René and Gaston
- Get yourself organised
- Take on la responsibilité
- Become a man of plenty
- Talk to Garte, Lieutenant Love
- Where is the rest of the armour?
- Inspect the traps
- Return to the dead body with Kim
- What happened to the previous forewoman?
- Find the Insulindian Phasmid
- Find booze and drink it
Dialogue
402- Conversation · Kim Kitsuragi
- Conversation · Smoker on the Balcony
- Conversation · Kim Kitsuragi
- Conversation · Garte, the Cafeteria Manager
- Conversation · The Hanged Man
- Conversation · Visual Calculus
- Conversation · Klaasje (Miss Oranje Disco Dancer)
- Conversation · Washerwoman
- Conversation · Morell, the Cryptozoologist
- Conversation · Acele
- Conversation · Kim Kitsuragi
- Conversation · Garte, the Cafeteria Manager
- Conversation · Kim Kitsuragi
- Conversation · Trash Container
- Conversation · Shivers
- Conversation · Kim Kitsuragi
- Conversation · Visual Calculus
- Conversation · Esprit de Corps
Notes
461- "Put that away. Right now." He stops you.
- You can't help but notice a little approving nod the lieutenant makes. He agrees.
- The lieutenant doesn't even flinch. "Anyway, let's try to find a new tape player. Perhaps we should talk to Roy at the pawnshop."
- The lieutenant doesn't even flinch. "Anyway, let's try to find a new tape player. There's a pawnshop near the water lock, maybe they have a spare."
- The lieutenant slaps the sandwich out of your hand faster than you could ever hope to react in your sorry state. It lands in the dirt and falls apart.
- "Great." The lieutenant shakes his head. "Wonderful. Good job. I mean why wouldn't you throw it... wait, turns out I don't actually care. Leave it and let's …
- He finishes his slice and brushes the wheat-free flour off his hands. "That wasn't terrible. Well, shall we?"
- He puts his glasses back on and repeats: "Never. Now, let's go."
- "Good. I'm glad we had this talk." He nods. "After you."
- "Whooh..." He takes off his glasses, reaches for a cloth -- pauses -- and puts his glasses back on.
- "I don't know why she left you. Let's go."
- He puts his glasses back on. "Now, let's go. And let's keep guns out of our mouths. And not say anything about any gloaming, or anything like that."
- "No need to apologize -- just keep your gun out of your mouth and we'll be all right." He nods. "Let's move."
- "Yes. Very, very, very wrong." He nods in agreement. "I'm glad you see it my way. Let's go."
- "I'm sorry, I know I fucked up."
- "I could have done more."
- "There's nothing to discuss, let's move on." [Leave.]
- "We would strike everything you've done and process you as a POW. You were in a war. You were on assignment. We could even extradite you to the Samaran Peopl…