Politics

"Girl Child Nation is too strong for that."

"Murderers. I know what you mean."

"That's what you get stealing things."

"By the way, I'm a fascist."

"I'm a nationalist by the way."

"I'm a revolutionary too. Today the real revolutionizing is done by entrepreneurs."

"Coalition military."

"Someone who's come to end this madness."

"We enforce the law. We keep these animals from killing each other."

"I've always suspected the same.."

(Point to yourself.) "I'm a moralist."

"I understand. Communists are natural cowards. Quantity over quality."

"I know what it looks like. But I have secret plans to turn the RCM into a Mazovian revolutionary unit."

"Honourable."

This is the Gloaming I've been waiting for. Ever since I woke up in the hotel room.

Slowly, with your breath held, you take two small steps toward the phasmid. The creature lets out a series of ultrasonic clicks that swarm around your head like swallows...

On the horizon. Pale fire. This thing we're both sensing is coming to an end.

"No, actually, wait! I need to see my list again, I'm sorry. Where's my list? Wait!"