Medium · Inland Empire ≥ 4
It's gotta be the phasmid this time. Look -- it moved!
Psyche
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
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It's gotta be the phasmid this time. Look -- it moved!
The name resounds like a bell in the air -- a dark gong. You get a bad feeling about it.
Then why does all of this feel like some sad, strange dream?
Yeah, you're certainly the type who might find fame posthumously. Who knows, you might even get famous for the manner of your death!
Behind her the window has been boarded up. You sense the boards creaking, twisting for a second... and some kind of doubt in her tense shoulders.
As you do, you hear and the echo of the Doomed Commercial Area. Its black halls and dusty machines. Then the feeling passes.
These forces of future have chosen to depict something that reminds you of... you.
A bad omen. Beware of this church.
He seems sure, but you are left with the nagging doubt you might have overestimated the hard coreness of that jam...
Could there have been a right way out of this garden of forking paths, you think?
Something mysterious is going on here...
....as though you're supposed to be sharing some tremendous, evangelical secret...
Who will be the innocence of hard-core anodic dance music?
Oh god, you're going to be in this church forever. FOREVER.
Who will be the innocence of hyper-hard-core anodic dance music?
Something mysterious is going on here...
Feels like you should reply with the very pinnacle of idiocy here, so that things get totally transcendent. But you haven't gotten there yet, so you don't know what to say.
They live underground? These communists aren't men, they're mole people!