You are the murderer here dream.
This is a listing of every "entry" in a given game conversation as scraped from the game files. Entries often contain written dialogue, as well as conditional logic governing their appearance to the player. They also link to other entries, sometimes automatically and sometimes through player action. This page is best used to search for a specific word or phrase, as following the links in this format can be difficult. For an experience that better accommodates the branching structure of these conversations, see the corresponding interactive page.
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0 | None |
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1 | None |
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2 | Limbic System | Like a deftly cast fishing net, sleep pulls you out of the world and into its dark shore. The rough mesh chafes, then, tightening around you, it digs into your brain. |
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3 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | How've things been going for you out there? Helped anyone lately? Saved anyone lately? *Murdered* anyone lately? |
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4 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | Because, you know, you *are* a murderer. A disco music listening psycho-killer who offs poor people -- and then *forgets* about it. |
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5 | You | [Open your eyes.] |
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6 | None |
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7 | You | Great. This is gonna be really chill. |
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8 | You | Dark shore, my ass. I know what this is. |
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9 | You | Yeah-yeah, just let me sleep... |
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10 | Rhetoric | This bastard isn't even listening to you! |
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11 | None |
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12 | You | I don't care. That doesn't scare me. |
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13 | You | Shut up, I just want to sleep. |
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14 | Limbic System | Hear that? You were *naive* to think he's afraid of his bloodied hands, soul brother. Oh no, I see inside his amygdala and his hippocampus. The thing he's *really* scared of... |
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15 | You | Okay, so I'm a murderer and that's *bad*. |
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16 | Limbic System | ...is much, *much* worse than that. |
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17 | Limbic System | Hear that? He doesn't even flinch. Ice-man doesn't care about killing people. That's *nothing* to him. Black water under the bridge. The thing he's *really* scared of... |
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18 | Limbic System | Hear that? Ice-man wants to sleep, he doesn't care about killing people. That's *nothing* to him. Black water under the bridge. The thing he's *really* scared of... |
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19 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | We're trying to help you. All these processes -- these tortures, voices and tremors -- are all just *distractions*. Flares and countermeasures. To keep you from the *last dream*. The worst of them all. |
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20 | You | Her face forms in summertime... |
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21 | None |
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22 | Limbic System | The last dream will be total annihilation. Cinders peeling off the fuselage. We won't be there to help you anymore, Harry. We will be dormant. You will be naked and alone. |
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23 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | Oh, but you *will*. You're already *going* there. Slipping. How long can we keep you from the precipice? *One* more dream? Two max, baby. Then it's... |
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24 | You | Doesn't sound like it will be okay. |
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25 | You | Why are you doing this? I just want to sleep. I can almost see the dark. |
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26 | You | What is it? |
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27 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | Don't tell him, sister. It's too bad. |
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28 | You | The... last dream? |
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29 | You | And the air will smell of apricots... |
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30 | You | I don't *want to* anymore. I don't want to think either one of those things. |
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31 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | ...in hell and ancient sadness, brother. Ten thousand years later -- in front of the video rental. There is a warm breath on your face again. Everything is *okay* again. |
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32 | Limbic System | Your eyelids flutter open for a moment. When you close them again, you sense the light of the room around you -- you're back. In two seconds the alarm will ring. |
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33 | Limbic System | Everything is *so* okay. |
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34 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | Of hell and ancient sadness, brother. Ten thousand years later -- in front of the video rental. There is a warm breath on your face again. Everything is *okay* again. |
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35 | You | I can't wait. I can't wait... |
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36 | Volition | They're right. This is their function. To keep you from *it*. |
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37 | Inland Empire | The last thought in your head before waking is: you need to go to the church... |
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38 | None |
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39 | None | Variable["church.stained_greeting_done"] |
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40 | None | (Variable["church.stained_greeting_done"]) == false |
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41 | Inland Empire | The last thought in your head before waking is: maybe you shouldn't have seen that stained glass window? In the church.... |
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