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Could you throw up a content warning at the top of the update about the homophobia/slurs and false rape threat stuff?
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Neopie posted:Could you throw up a content warning at the top of the update about the homophobia/slurs and false rape threat stuff? Sure thing, wasn't sure about how to approach that.
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I also put up a warning in the OP.Arist posted:I'm going to warn now, this game features the use of (censored) homophobic slurs, as well as depictions of racism and mentions of rape (both real and in the form of false threats). In context, I do not believe the writer is invoking this stuff without thought or being a shithead about it, but I'm telling you now. If you don't like that I'm putting this warning up, too bad. Please don't complain about this, I'm happy to do it. The game obviously isn't siding with these horrible gremlin children, and it's not on the sides of the other characters who say similar poo poo, but I don't wanna drop that on anyone who isn't at the least prepared for it.
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Another fun thing is that Cuno's and Cunoesse's censored words actually get censored if the line is voiced. Not by the standard bleep, but by harsh static. Got to admit that threw me for a second when I first heard it.
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huh. didnt expect random Finnish from these pretty non-Finnishly-named NPCs. with umlauts, even. that's gotta be alien to anglophones (napakymppi = bullseye, fägäri = homophobic slur that I actually had to Google as I've never run into it in the wild, pipo = that cloth hat Cunoesse is wearing)
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fluffyDeathbringer posted:huh. didnt expect random Finnish from these pretty non-Finnishly-named NPCs. with umlauts, even. that's gotta be alien to anglophones as will come up later, the place we are evades a lot of the RPG setting problems the people of ZA/UM took the complaints about how CDProjekt Red made The Witcher fantasy poland in more than just the one respect onboard. welcome to NotEastern Europe. yes, there are people who say there was a better time, when foreigners did not walk our streets. these people ignore that half the names of our districts are derived from the time THAT batch of foreigners conquered us, another quarter are from when were a vassal of THIS batch in all but name, and even at the height of the Suzerainity's power we measured our might by how many of those fuckers we had working for us in chains. there are characters I like more but Cuno and Cunossse are probably my favorite introduction to this games themes. first glance what the gently caress, second glance lol, third glance "oh poo poo."
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Chapter 4: 11:40-13:38: Radio Chatter Thanks, Kim. I promise not to pawn it to pay for my room tonight.  The call box seems so tantalizing… you cannot fight the urge to play with it any longer.  ELECTRONIC DOORBELL: This button looks new, but someone has removed the name card. Nothing happens when you try to ring it.  ELECTRONIC DOORBELL: An off-key melody starts playing after you ring the doorbell… Then a woman picks up the receiver…  PLAISANCE: “Please don’t do that! Doorbells are not toys, and this one isn’t even working properly. Please don’t call us again, thank you.”  ELECTRONIC DOORBELL: You ring the doorbell, but no one answers.       TRICENTENNIAL ELECTRICS: “Yes, hello, this is Tricentennial Electrics.” This is a woman’s voice, crackling and fragile through the static. “Have you come to place an order?”  TRICENTENNIAL ELECTRICS: “My god…”  TRICENTENNIAL ELECTRICS: “It’s you. My god, I didn’t think I would hear your voice again…”  TRICENTENNIAL ELECTRICS: “Michel, just please…” She stops and you can hear her breathe heavily, her breath distorted by ancient static.  TRICENTENNIAL ELECTRICS: “Ever since I came to work here it’s been different… as if my mind’s been wiped clean…” A spot of static overrides her words; when she speaks again it sounds like she’s submerged: “…It’s so nice.”     TRICENTENNIAL ELECTRICS: Another seagull passes by… It’s getting cold standing here, staring at the silent call box.    Let’s just go back to playing with the call box for now.   Ice Town Costs Ice Clown His Town Crown      MAIL COLLECTION BOX: The box seems happy.        All right, that’s the ammonia down. Let’s take care of what we can with Kim’s motor carriage at the moment.    COUPRIS KINEEMA: Vapour emanates from the large engine on the back of the vehicle. It hasn’t had time to cool off yet.   KIM KITSURAGI: “This is the Coupris Kineema, my motor carriage. You can use the toolbox and the radio if you’d like.” He nods at the cabin.   KIM KITSURAGI: “The Coupris Motorcorps does provide most of our patrol vehicles, yes.”     KIM KITSURAGI: “Yes, sorry about that… the Coupris Kineema does have a rather… distinctive engine sound.”   COUPRIS KINEEMA: The frequency tableau lights up and a green button labeled PRIMELINE glows like a feline eye… and then you hear something. The soft purr of electrical kittens—radio waves cast far and wide over the metropolis. A woman’s voice greets you through the static:   ALICE: “This is officer Alice DeMettrie, Precinct 57. How may I assist you?” a voice replies in the radio.  ALICE: “Just a second, officer…” She puts you on hold, the static crackling softly like a bonfire. After a while you hear an old man greet you from the radio. His rattly voice is oddly familiar:      KIM KITSURAGI: The lieutenant’s eyes go wide. “But you said…” He shakes his head. “Never mind.”  JULES PIDIEU: “10-4, message received. This is a *very* serious situation. I need to 10-22 the captain. Over.” JEAN VICQUEMARE: “Is it *him*?” a dry voice asks in the background. “What does he want?” JULES PIDIEU: “Says he lost his badge and needs to report it.”   JULES PIDIEU: “You mean your partner? Over.” JEAN VICQUEMARE: “What is he saying?” JULES PIDIEU: “He’s asking who you are.” JEAN VICQUEMARE: “I’m his *goddamn* partner!” JULES PIDIEU: “It’s your partner, Satellite-Officer Vicquemare, sir. Over.” JEAN VICQUEMARE: “Did he lose his memory along with his loving badge?” The man in the background sounds like he’s losing his patience.  JEAN VICQUEMARE: “Dick loving Mullen, who do you think?” CHESTER MCLAINE: “It’s officer Dick…” he tries to speak through laughter, “...Mullen from the bestseller ‘Dick Mullen and the Lost Identity.’”  JULES PIDIEU: “He says this has probably happened to other policemen before him and laughs sarcastically.” JEAN VICQUEMARE: “Oh goddammit, is he loving kidding? The whole Station’s gonna be *dicked* for this.” JULES PIDIEU: “Satellite-Officer Vicquemare is wondering if you might be joking and adds that this tarnishes the reputation of the entire station. Over.”  JULES PIDIEU: “He wants to know who you are.” CHESTER MCLAINE: “I’m the goddamned Hjemdallermann! Yeah, tell him I hail from the north!” His laughter is high-pitched and joyous, almost childlike. JULES PIDIEU: “This is Satellite-Officer McLaine, sir. Over.”  JULES PIDIEU: “He’s asking you to stop. Says this is serious.” JEAN VICQUEMARE: “Of course it’s serious. He lost his loving badge!”  JULES PIDIEU: “10-4, I hear you officer. I’m just going to make a note here that you are in pursuit of your *misplaced* badge. Over.” CHESTER MCLAINE: “gently caress me! Mack, come here, you’ve got to hear this! Dick Mullen lost his badge!”  CHESTER MCLAINE: “Supercop here lost his badge!” MACK TORSON: “He lost his *what* now?!”  JULES PIDIEU: “He asks you to please stop saying he lost his badge.” MACK TORSON: “Why, did he find it?” The room at the other end of the line erupts in volcanic laughter. JULES PIDIEU: “Sergeant Torson was wondering if you found your badge yet? Over.”   JULES PIDIEU: “10-9, come again, I didn’t get that. Over.” The animated conversation in the back is making it difficult for him to hear you. CHESTER MCLAINE: “...new heights even for Captain Sober!” MACK TORSON: “Ask him...” The speaker gasps for air. “Ask him if he still has his *gun* too! The room roars with laughter. JULES PIDIEU: “Sergeant Torson wants to know if you lost your gun too. Over.”  HALF LIGHT: Okay, it’s gone. Your gun is most definitely gone. HORRIFIC NECKTIE: Don’t sweat it, *bratan*. You don’t need a gun to have fun… we can still have fun. It’s not all over.   Uh-oh.  JULES PIDIEU: “He says he didn’t lose his gun—*or* his fun, whatever that means.” CHESTER MCLAINE: “Ask him to describe it! His gun! Not his *fun*, just the gun will do…” He laughs. JULES PIDIEU: “Satellite-Officer McLaine requests a description of your weapon. Over.”   JULES PIDIEU: “Says it’s a Kiejl 9mm… Armistice.” JEAN VICQUEMARE: “Armistice? What, is he a loving…?” Clearly he doesn’t have his Villiers any more.” MACK TORSON: “Dear god, he lost his gun!!! Oh my… I can’t… He…” The man succumbs to laughter again. JEAN VICQUEMARE: “This isn’t really a laughing matter…” CHESTER MCLAINE: “Mack can face the Giant of Koko Nur by himself, but Disco here made him piss his pants!” MACK TORSON: “Oh I… I can’t… Fuuuuuck, he lost his… Ask him if he still has his wiener!” JULES PIDIEU: “I’m not going to…” MACK TORSON: “Ask him!”  JULES PIDIEU: “He acknowledges your joke and asks you to lay off.” JEAN VICQUEMARE: “Lay off? Lay off?! Tell him we’ll lay off when he retrieves the goddamn police property that he has been entrusted with.”  JULES PIDIEU: “10-4, affirmative. Officer is in pursuit of his firearm.” There’s static. MACK TORSON: “Oh god, I...” The man is fighting back tears. JULES PIDIEU: “Officer, do you need further assistance? Over.”  JULES PIDIEU: “10-4, I hear you. I don’t heave the authority to grant your request, but…” JEAN VICQUEMARE: “What does he want now?” JULES PIDIEU: “He is asking for money.” JEAN VICQUEMARE: “Is he loving kidding?!” JULES PIDIEU: “I don’t think he is.” JEAN VICQUEMARE: “Don’t give that rear end in a top hat anything, he’s just gonna drink it all!”  JULES PIDIEU: “He says he’s in trouble, doesn’t have a place to sleep.” JEAN VICQUEMARE: “Well, I guess he’d better crack the case before sundown then!” JULES PIDIEU: “Vicquemare said…”   JULES PIDIEU: “Uh… okay, 10-4, sir—I hear you, relay your question. Over.”  RHETORIC: You’re going to be looking at a straitjacket if you tell everyone you lost your memory. Be smart about this! Ask if he’s there alone.  JEAN VICQUEMARE: “What? What is it?! He’s still on the line?!” JULES PIDIEU: “He wants to verify the information on his badge.” MACK TORSON: “But of course, it says Dick Mullen—High General of the Revacholian Cavalry Force.” JEAN VICQUEMARE: “Tell him to stop wasting time!”    JULES PIDIEU: “Uh…” JEAN VICQUEMARE: “What? What is it? What can he possibly still want from us?!” JULES PIDIEU: “He seems intoxicated and keeps asking me to call him by his name.” CHESTER MCLAINE: “Mullen’s drunk and emotionally aggressive. That’s new.”  JULES PIDIEU: “10-… uh… excuse me, sir? Over.”   JULES PIDIEU: “10-4, well that’s a…” JEAN VICQUEMARE: “Does he actually want anything or is he hell-bent on disrupting our work?!” JULES PIDIEU: “He asked if he ever told me about his days before joining the RCM.” JEAN VICQUEMARE: “For god’s sake, cut this poo poo out! Tell him to stop wasting time and be a goddamn policeman for a change!”    JULES PIDIEU: “Roger that. 10-10. Over and out.” The static ends with a loud click, then everything is silent in the cabin.  ESPRIT DE CORPS: The small room is filled with cigarette smoke abuzz with laughter, when officer Judith Minot enters. Her left arm is in bandages and hair trimmed short.  JEAN VICQUEMARE: “What happened is my partner made contact—it’s not good. He’s lost his badge *and* his sidearm. He seemed confused, delirious even…” He stops to think. MACK TORSON: Mack ‘The Torso’ Torson is finger-loving his fist, laughing hoarsely and apparently telling some dirty story to his partner, Chester McLaine, near the entrance. “Suddenly he interjects: “Yeah, Mullen was hosed alright. Sounded loving drunk to me.” CHESTER MCLAINE: The tall ginger on his right still has tears of laughter in his eyes. “Yeah, Mack’s right, this was some gnarly poo poo there. I mean, before he started begging for money—it was…” JEAN VICQUEMARE: “Satellite-Officer Vicquemare bites down on his knuckles. “Enough!” he shouts across the room. The commotion dies down. All eyes turn to him. “None of this is funny! It’s loving sad, that’s what it is. He’s a cop. He’s one of us, goddamn this…” JUDITH MINOT: Minot looks down at her neatly polished black shoes. There is a quiet firmness to her voice, when she speaks: “We must help him.” JEAN VICQUEMARE: “Yeah? How do you loving plan to do that, huh?! Get him off the drink?! Go jogging with him in the morning and get him on carrot juice?! He’s a lost man!” JUDITH MINOT: “I just know we can’t give up on him when he’s at his weakest. He wouldn’t…” The crowd in the room has started fidgeting uncomfortably. Someone’s trying to slip out unnoticed. JEAN VICQUEMARE: “Mack, man the door,” he gestures Torson to block the doorway, then turns to Minot. “You know what he told me? ‘I don’t want to get better—I want to get worse.’ Those were his words.” He sighs heavily and turns to address the room… “This poo poo does *not* leave this room! Not a word of this to the captain or anyone else. We’ll give him a couple of days to pull his poo poo together!” JULES PIDIEU: Oldboy lights another cigarette and says: “I guess I can hold off the report for a few days.” JEAN VICQUEMARE: “Good,” Vicquemare turns to the others, “Okay everybody, nothing but a prank call here. We all got our laughs, now get back to work!”  So, yeah. That’s Esprit de Corps. It gives you a psychic link to other cops. It’s amazing. COUPRIS KINEEMA: A metallic drawer slides out from under the seat and clicks into place. The tools inside are neatly organized. KIM KITSURAGI: “Take what you need, officer. It’s going to be a long case. I’m not *protective* of my tools. Like some men are…”  COUPRIS KINEEMA: The prybar feels nice and cold in your hand. Heavier than you’d think.  COUPRIS KINEEMA: The handles are long and sleek. *Snap-snap* go the cutters in your hand.  COUPRIS KINEEMA: It’s robust, weatherproof, and well made. Police issue—blue.    COUPRIS KINEEMA: As you tap the gauge, the indicator pin jerks as if startled. It’s in the large orange sector, indicating the engine is warm. Next to the gauge is a red switch labeled HEAT. KIM KITSURAGI: “There’s no use pressing the HEAT button,” he says and jingles his keys. “It won’t start without the ignition key.” RHETORIC: [Easy: Success] Translation: We’re not going anywhere right now.   ALICE: “It will take just a moment, officer…” Her voice fades out into the familiar radio static. “… …”       NIX GOTTLIEB: “Even better! Anything else? I wouldn’t worry about that. Officers your age have coronary trouble all the time. Also—death is a natural part of life.”  NIX GOTTLIEB: “With all the damage you’ve been dealing yourself with drugs and alcohol, I’m not surprised.”  NIX GOTTLIEB: “What else? I’m not a *brain* doctor. Look on the bright side—you’ve got a whole new life now. Use it wisely.”   NIX GOTTLIEB: “Do that. I need to go. Some idiot has glued his eyelids shut with Cyanoacrylate. It *looks* like Mack Torson, but it’s hard to say because his eyes are swollen...”  Mack’s having a hell of a day. NIX GOTTLIEB: “Mhphm.” The phone clicks. Suddenly you hear the already familiar voice…   KIM KITSURAGI: “Yes, hold on…” the lieutenant takes a look at his notes. “Her number is 005 1944 298.” ALICE: “Received. Hold on, officer. … …”  KIM KITSURAGI: “Give it a minute, she might be busy at the moment… takes a bit to get to the phone.” VOLITION: [Medium: Success] Just wait. Relax. ALICE: “… … …”   SYLVIE: “Oh, right…” She recognizes your voice almost immediately. “Hello, officer, what can I do for you?”    SYLVIE: “You know whom.”       SYLVIE: “You know…” she seems to be looking for words. “What the Union says, goes. People listen to them and they take care of their own, which is, like, everyone here.”  KIM KITSURAGI: “Legally, no. In reality, yes.” He looks around. Martinaise is *de facto* policed by the Dockworkers’ Union.”  SYLVIE: “I… I didn’t want to get in trouble with the others…” AUTHORITY: Push her *further*. Show her the error of her ways.   SYLVIE: “No, sorry… I don’t.” She clears her throat. Not a lot of people have phones around here. Copper thieves take the wires… People don’t have the money to have the cables put in again. They use the Union’s phone or the one on the coast.”   You see no reason not to ask her where your badge and gun are.   SYLVIE: “Oh… no, I haven’t, sorry.”  COMPOSURE: He’s in plainclothes. Voluntarily. It’s different from not knowing where your uniform is.           SYLVIE: “Yes, obviously. You were the worst client I’ve ever seen. And I have seen *so many* assholes in this place…”  SYLVIE: “Well… You were worse than all of them. Honestly, you were getting borderline aggressive.”  SYLVIE: “Then there was your room. Your *project*, an experiment to see how bad it can get in there. I tried to send the cleaner, but you wouldn’t let me. Threatened to ‘make me understand’. I had no idea what you meant—and I *don’t* want to know.”  SYLVIE: “And *then* I had to deal with your toilet. The one you clogged with *police documents*, causing water damage downstairs in the kitchen.”   SYLVIE: “I… dammit, I don’t remember what I did to your drat papers! I don’t remember every little thing I do.” Resentment gives way to concern in her voice. “Especially when there’s a hurricane loose. It’s *your* fault for losing them-- not mine.”    SYLVIE: “The stuffed bird. The great skua. You threw it against the wall, while screaming ‘gently caress that bird’ and laughing like a maniac.”    SYLVIE: “Yes. That’s the one you liked to sing along to the *most*. The later it got the more *that one* came on.”  SYLVIE: You hear a sigh of relief on the other end of the radio. Wordless, the call breaks. Then the already familiar voice:  COUPRIS KINEEMA: “…AS ALWAYS IT’S DJ MESH AND FLACIO AND YOU’RE LISTENING TO S-S-S-SSS-SSSPEE-EED FREAKS FM, BRINGING YOU THE HOTTEST, THE NASTIEST, THE MOST VULGAR…” KIM KITSURAGI: Right away the lieutenant reaches into the cabin and turns off the radio. He’s not looking at you as he says: “Someone must have been messing with the radio, or maybe it picked up a random frequency… You wanted the primeline, right?”   ALICE: “57th over and out.” Her voice disappears into void.      We now have our tools, opening up a world of possibilities. Sort of.  Also, we got a skill point a while back for getting 100 experience points, so we’re going to spend it on Endurance to give ourselves a nice boost in maximum Health. Maybe we won’t die immediately now that we have 3 instead of 2. Arist fucked around with this message at 20:56 on Dec 15, 2019 |
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mods please change op's name to CUNOS BITCH
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There's so many ways that scene can go and they're all great. I can't wait to see botch cop's run through the police station call.
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I dare not imagine how much worse the police station call can get.
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One of the myriad ways this game is remarkable, is that it has both the saddest and the goddamn funniest poo poo I have ever seen in a video game.cant cook creole bream posted:The music can be kinda lovely too. It's been weeks since I played the game, and I still have that insipidly cheerful guitar riff from the Whirling-in-Rags etched into my brain. It's infuriating, but in a good way, somehow. The track is a perfect representation of what I would imagine that kind of cheap, run-down cafeteria would sound like.
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Hmmm... maybe it's a good idea we've forgotten most of ourselves. It sounds like we were a psycho back then...
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Presumably the car waking you up and the heart attack are canonical regardless of whether you actually avoided them
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Empathy and Authority really hate each other.
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For all that the magical-realism skills like Inland Empire, Shivers, and Esprit de Corps shine, I think Empathy is just as good in an understated kind of way.
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So, I will cheat in a lot of games, usually because the power trip is fun and I'm tired. What the hell would happen in this game if you had max stats? Would they balance out, or would it just get even worse?
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Gharbad the Weak posted:So, I will cheat in a lot of games, usually because the power trip is fun and I'm tired. What the hell would happen in this game if you had max stats? Would they balance out, or would it just get even worse? The voices in your head interject at goddamn everything all the time. People say it's crazy but actually really fun in its own weird way.
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Finally, I can feel like I'm playing myself in a game.
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Gharbad the Weak posted:Finally, I can feel like I'm playing myself in a game. But enough about my boring sorry centrist run.
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Gharbad the Weak posted:So, I will cheat in a lot of games, usually because the power trip is fun and I'm tired. What the hell would happen in this game if you had max stats? Would they balance out, or would it just get even worse? significantly, significantly worse "it is difficult to make enough money to have a place to sleep day one because you're so busy being mugged by your interior monologue every fifteen seconds" worse
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I'm liking these gradual reveals that the lieutenant may not be the straight man to our amnesiac disaster that he is initially presented as. Also I want to drive that car. The forward field of view looks like it should be amazing.
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I finished this game yesterday. Reading this LP will spoil some stuff, but there's so much alternate things and ways to do things depending on your stats that you wont lose too much if you decide to play it yourself! This game is a loving piece of art, I love it so.
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I think talking about his cool car (and the racing series he follows) is the first time you actually see Kim happy. To be fair it is a very cool car.
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Ibblebibble posted:I dare not imagine how much worse the police station call can get. I know that if you talk to the lazareth first you can try to tell Mack that he isn't allowed to laugh at you because he super glued his eye shut. (He's too busy laughing at you to hear you) What is the check for Trivial anyways? I'm wondering if you could bottom out Half Light and completely miss the fact that your gun is gone.
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Fish Noise posted:I'm liking these gradual reveals that the lieutenant may not be the straight man to our amnesiac disaster that he is initially presented as. To be fair, in comparison to this human disaster, almost everyone is a straight man. I do like that Kim's got his own style that's more than just "by the book cop".
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Yeah, I was really surprised in how well written Kim is, considering that he is presented as the ultimate straight man from the start.
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So I guess we went by Dick Mullen at some point previously Progress! 
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aaw, our team still cares about us despite, you know, us 
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Nissin Cup Nudist posted:So I guess we went by Dick Mullen at some point previously I think Annette pointed out that Dick Mullen is a fictional detective in the update before. A skill check (encyclopedia, I think) will also drop the fact that you are definitely not Dick Mullen.
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Sinner Sandwich posted:I think Annette pointed out that Dick Mullen is a fictional detective in the update before. A skill check (encyclopedia, I think) will also drop the fact that you are definitely not Dick Mullen.
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Don't be so pessimistic. Maybe they called him Dick Mullen because he's actually very good at his job!
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They call him Dick Mullen because he is a superstar
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drat you Arist I bought this game because of you.
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Ibblebibble posted:drat you Arist I bought this game because of you. Not an emptyquote.
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I did too and I recently finished it. I want to play it again but am going to let it percolate a bit.
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Note: If this LP has enticed you into getting the game. It’s currently 20% off on Steam until tomorrow. Also it just won best independent game, best narrative, and best rpg at the Game Awards.
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There's also a console version coming some time next year.
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mikemil828 posted:Note: If this LP has enticed you into getting the game. It’s currently 20% off on Steam until tomorrow. Also it just won best independent game, best narrative, and best rpg at the Game Awards. I just bought it, and I hope I'll be able to afford a machine that can run it soon.
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