Volition
- conversations
- 187
- Locations
- 13
Description
COOL FOR: SANE PEOPLE. WELL-ADJUSTED COPS. THE NON-SUICIDIAL.
Volition urges you to be a good guy – to others and to yourself. It enables you to resist temptation: be it in a bottle, between a pair of legs, or at the end of an iron barrel which promises oblivion. Volition gives you the will to finish the investigation, improving your Morale – one of the two health pools in the game.
At high levels, Volition makes you hyper-sane. When you’re about to get funky, it keeps you normal. It’s a bit of a party-pooper. At low levels, however, you’ll have little Morale. Without it, you’ll be a profoundly unstable cop, falling apart at the seams as you make irreversible mistakes.
Where
13Tasks
122- Extract a confession from the Deserter
- Take stuffed bird to Garte
- Offer figurines to Dolores Dei
- Find the murder weapon
- Dead body on the boardwalk
- The Return
- Ask gardener about gardening in March
- Interrogate the vigilantes
- Rest in the flak tower
- The doomed hostel?
- Inform Dicemaker about the Source of Doom
- Inform Plaisance about the Source of Doom
- Find Idiot Doom Spiral's jacket
- Find one armour piece
- Find all armour pieces
- Inspect the phasmid
- Question Klaasje about the tape
- Read the watermarks
Dialogue
187- "Oh hey, mister! I'm not gonna bother you with a long greeting just like we talked about…
- It's the ledger you found in the trash: a cabbage of papers hanging from the board…
- Tiles on the cube are still smouldering, casting the framework in a soft glow. Virescent…
- "The performative experience has ended. Good -- what can I help you with?"
- She reaches for the photo; takes it, then holds it in her hand...
- "Oh," she raises her brow as to say -- and?
- "This... reality?" She pulls her hood closer around her neck.
- "They're good apes, actually."
- "I've got nothing to say to you. Why are you wasting your time?" She crosses her arms.
- This industrial gas-powered stove has been used to prepare food for many hungry hostel…
- The same two neon lit shapes -- a man and a woman. A ray of backward motion explodes from…
- All these mesmerizing machines, just waiting to be plugged back in and played.
- Soft, light brown eyes look back at you, directly into the space behind your eye sockets…
- "Titus Hardie gave me a recording. On it, the deceased says he intends to rape someone."
- "You think this will make them cooperate?"
- "Okay." She puts her coffee mug on the table.
- Wait, stop -- that man, bloated beyond all recognition, was 42?
- As you look back you think: So love did do him in after all.