Medium · Inland Empire ≥ 4
The dice is black and filled with little silvery flakes, like snowfall.
Psyche
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
976 · Voice lines
The dice is black and filled with little silvery flakes, like snowfall.
Could this be the malicious Entity? Perhaps it's wise to go along with this masquerade for now...
If the Whirling is part of the same building then it's part of the Doomed Commercial Area. The darkness of this place is there too...
Who cares about the dead body? Ask her about the curse already!
Three dangerous stripes appear onto your cheeks, telling stories of your wild soul.
Looks like this furnace has a face and it's a face of agony.
You feel the spirit of Ramout Karzai, ancient hero of Graad, pulsing through you. All that's left is to cover your face in war-paint.
Don't rip the red one out -- you'll awaken the ghosts!
It's all gone now. You never became a poet or an entroponaut.
Sooner or later you will stumble upon a tool mighty enough. Then we will know what's in this mysterious ice cream maker.
No, it's not that... It's the stale smell of rubber, the squeaky sound of sneakers, your bruised knee against the mat. And a whistle... then the feeling is gone.
Hey, but you're still in a ghost house... What if someone heard this? What if they know you're here?!
You've found some common ground with this man. Even impressed him. The next time you look in the mirror, though. Remember those words...