Challenging, Conceptualization ≥ 6
Challenge accepted. You should be on the lookout for stylistic elements that elevate this cabbage to heights unforeseeable.
Intellect
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
Voice lines: 735
Challenge accepted. You should be on the lookout for stylistic elements that elevate this cabbage to heights unforeseeable.
You've spoken. The wall will now silently repeat the message. For a decade or so, until the sea air degrades the paint, adding another layer of detritus to the city.
You've spoken. The wall will now silently repeat the message. For a decade or so, until the sea air degrades the paint, adding another layer of detritus to the city.
You've spoken. The wall will now silently repeat the message -- for a decade or so, until the sea air degrades the paint.
The paintbrush in your hand is like a loaded revolver. What will it be, desperado? Quite a few things come to mind...
Paintbrush -- check, heavy fuel oil -- check... Now the only thing left to do is paint the wall.
Of course: there is a moral to be drawn from it -- a moral to this story!
Nah, that's just the smell of healthy experimentation. And lots of chemicals.
They really have an interesting set up here. Like kids preparing for a school science fair. It's pretty neat.
I'm sure you did. You have an exploratory, creative streak -- just like them.
They are damn iconic though -- Torson and McLaine!
If you declare your life forfeit; if you declare yourself a doomed man... A doomed man does not need comfort. From anything. He can go on without drink, or help. Like a clockwork.
'In the centre of this town there's a ghostly motorway', she sang.
She is receding. In the clutches of some indescribable, scattered emotion. A child. Descending.