You
- conversations
- 503
- Locations
- 19
Where
19Tasks
145- Return Lena's pin
- Pay Lena back for pin
- Get a reality lowdown
- Help ravers start a nightclub
- Sync the sines with Noid
- Solve the Egg Head puzzle
- Confront Hardie boys about drug trade
- Get Acele to talk about her associates
- Hardie and the Pigs
- Ask Evrart about Acele and the drug lab
- Buy FALN pants from Cuno
- Get the whole story from Titus
- Extract a confession from the Deserter
- Take stuffed bird to Garte
- Offer figurines to Dolores Dei
- Find the murder weapon
- Report the dead body to the station
- Dead body on the boardwalk
Dialogue
503- A pane of eternite has been planted into the snow. Two poles are holding it up.
- The cold stone slab of the bench looks rather uncomfortable. There are cigarette stubs…
- Hear that? Magnesium. That's what you're lacking. The lack of magnesium has you slouched.
- The worn map features the patchwork grid of the streets of Martinaise, with directions to…
- O glorious Falnier! You wear the full set like a true-born hero. The ULTIMATE PERFORMANCE…
- A rusting control panel with several knobs. The words Marche and Arrêt are -- very, very…
- Do you feel that?
- Take the speed. Take that glorious stuff. You have it now. You've got it! TAKE IT!
- Be still, my beating heart... it's amphetamine, sweet amphetamine!
- Woah! What have we here?
- A Stas-Rajko! One of the finest Zsiemsk-made motor carriages ever. An oldie but a goldie.
- That page-three girl... she must be the most beautiful page-three girl ever printed. And…
- A drop in temperature. An easy flow of air: an empty street. Before you, a thoroughfare…
- Ruination has come. The broken arches betray the once grand history of this building. It…
- Wait -- take a longer look at yourself and how you're reflected in that slick chemical…
- The light vanishes inside the concrete slit. The structure goes deep under the earth.
- The remaining windows rattle from a strong gust of wind. They're covered in a thick layer…
- There's no way the perp is in here, officer. Look how scarred the boards are -- all…