Medium · Perception ≥ 4
You hear someone whine in the background. "My eye, doc... my eye..."
Motorics
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
703 · Voice lines
You hear someone whine in the background. "My eye, doc... my eye..."
He's carelessly chewing on a piece of hard candy.
You have developed a bit of a rind over the past few days.
You have developed a bit of a rind over the past few days.
You've never smelled anything this bad before. It's pungent, but with a faintly cloying sweetness like cheap perfume on Death itself.
Don't you recognize it? That hideous pungency, that faintly cloying sweetness? Only death smells like that.
People are beautiful. Statuesque. Parodies and tragedies of themselves. A great democracy of creatures...
Honestly, your ear isn't hearing a whole lot. The distant hum of the industrial harbour. The traffic. But, admittedly -- there is a high pitched noise somewhere there too. But then, isn't there always...
His little green eyes are fixed on yours.
He means the shack to the right of the greenhouse, with snow melting on the roof.
There's a suspicious shack in the eastern corner of the yard...