Medium · Inland Empire ≥ 5
Imagine it. An explosion. Of stars. Good bye world of men, money and machines...
Psyche
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
976 · Voice lines
Imagine it. An explosion. Of stars. Good bye world of men, money and machines...
A strange sensation of loss. When she left the Earth, the dust and the ice and the humans... That is unimportant to the quiz. Stop thinking about this.
Who knows? You feel like you lost her somehow. When she left the Earth, the dust and the ice and the humans... This is unimportant to the quiz. Stop thinking about this.
You would have done better if you'd just dial the Dolores Dei down a bit.
Steer clear of this one. There's something terrible about this one.
You really navigated some treacherous waters here. Well done.
You would have done better if you'd just left Dolores Dei for the end. Dial the Dolores Dei down a bit.
Just steer clear of this one, okay. There's something terrible about this one.
Holy shit! A disembodied voice! Have cursed void-phantasms come to haunt us for misdeeds done in the past?
Because it's your last lifeline to being a police officer instead of a hobo.
Yes, and it's not just a matter of comfort, but also of principle. This may be your last lifeline to being a police officer instead of a hobo.
Was that... acceptance? It feels so normal. Nourishing even.
Yeah. Sad rock and roll. Tune it to Sad FM.
Very cool. Now tune it to Sad FM. You know you want to.
Once you get in, that's it -- one pull of the starter handle and you're off into the bay. A strange trepidation comes over you: are you sure you want to go now?