Challenging · Perception ≥ 6
His lips -- moving, swollen with fear -- are trying to say: 'Shoot him, shoot him!', but he can't.
Motorics
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
703 · Voice lines
His lips -- moving, swollen with fear -- are trying to say: 'Shoot him, shoot him!', but he can't.
WATCH OUT! To your left, de Paule is about to take a shot too -- at Kim!
Even at this distance, you can still make out the ugly tie suspended in blue liquid. It looks extremely worried.
There is a radio in the distance. A radio of the world. Playing sounds: Good morning, Elysium. Soon you will return to the world.
Nothing. A persisting darkness. Dancing lights of pain. Distant shadows cast by them, like a hellish play...
Smells like a steak on the grill. The burning flesh in your nostrils....
"... nest in your abdominal cavity, like a little wild mouse..." The masked man's words are barely intelligible, but you can hear them.
But for the sound of conversation on the water. There is someone inland, waiting for you.
The hinges creak under your weight -- dangerously so.
No. Smells like engine grease and cut wood. A workshop.
The darkness before you smells like engine grease and cut wood...
Something with great kinetic energy seems to have impacted the cuirass... around where the 'heart' is. A bullet?
As you look up, you notice something about the statue. There are some odd indentations on the king's chest piece...
You hear the clock ticking in the children's room.
Jamrock and other parts of the International Zone have been mercifully spared of Sur-la-Clef's love for meatballs and mashed potatoes.
It looks, to your eye, like some kind of long, metallic fish, suspended beneath a number of ceiling fans...
You look out the window, but you can't see anything. But then, it's dark, and your eyes aren't the sharpest...