Interact with the Insulindian phasmid.
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 | Insulindian Phasmid | The creature stands on long stilt-like legs, antennae hanging from its head like a woman's hair -- white and curled at the tips. It is no more than five steps away from you. |
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3 | Suggestion | The segmented antennae move with apprehension, searching for something... you. |
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4 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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5 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_sugg_prepare"] |
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6 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_sugg_prepare"]) == false |
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7 | Savoir Faire | Take long, deep breaths. Slow down your pulse. Don't move yet, and when you do -- be light as a feather. |
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8 | None |
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9 | You | (Whisper.) "This is the Insulindian phasmid." | Variable["tc.insulindian_phasmid"] == true |
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10 | You | Approach carefully. | Variable["coast.morells_pheromone_spray"] == true or Variable["coast.morell_pheromone_spray_thick"] == true |
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11 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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12 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.deserter_rc_success_heard_it"] |
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13 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.deserter_rc_success_heard_it"]) == false |
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14 | Perception (Hearing) | The hiss is different from the strings you heard before. It says something *else*, in a lower pitch... |
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15 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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16 | Insulindian Phasmid | IsKimHere() |
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17 | Insulindian Phasmid | (IsKimHere()) == false |
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18 | You | Listen carefully... | Variable["seafort.phasmid_hearing_hiss"] |
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19 | Perception (Hearing) | Sssss-hsssss-tik-ssssss-hssss-tik... |
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20 | Inland Empire | You smell... |
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21 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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22 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["coast.morells_pheromone_spray"] == true and Variable["whirling.bath_washed_pheromones_off"] == false |
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23 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["coast.morells_pheromone_spray"] == true and Variable["whirling.bath_washed_pheromones_off"] == false) == false |
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24 | Perception (Hearing) | Tik-tik-tik... hisss... tik-tik-tik... hisss.... |
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25 | Inland Empire | Be afraid. You smell wrong. |
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26 | None |
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27 | Kim Kitsuragi | "It is," the lieutenant whispers behind you. You hear the familiar ring of his jacket unzipping -- slowly. Painstakingly so... |
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28 | Kim Kitsuragi | You glance over your shoulder. The lieutenant holds a piece of milled aluminium. He begins to pull it open, extremely carefully -- it's the camera! |
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29 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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30 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["yard.hanged_picture_taken"] |
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31 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["yard.hanged_picture_taken"]) == false |
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32 | Kim Kitsuragi | You glance over your shoulder. The lieutenant holds a piece of milled aluminium. He begins to pull it open, extremely carefully... |
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33 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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34 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_rc_composure_approach"] |
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35 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_rc_composure_approach"]) == false |
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36 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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37 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_rc_comp_impossible_approach"] |
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38 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_rc_comp_impossible_approach"]) == false |
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39 | Savoir Faire | No! The flash will scare the creature off! Warn him NOW! |
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40 | Savoir Faire | No! The flash will scare the creature. Warn him NOW! |
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41 | Perception (Sight) | Looks like camera! Yes! |
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42 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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43 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_perc_looks_like_camera"] |
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44 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_perc_looks_like_camera"]) == false |
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45 | None |
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46 | You | "Kim..." (Whisper.) "The flash is loud. It won't like that." | Variable["seafort.phasmid_savoir_do_not_camera"] == true |
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47 | You | (Whisper) "Are you sure you won't scare it off?" |
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48 | You | (Point to it.) "What is that?" | Variable["yard.hanged_picture_taken"] == false and Variable["seafort.phasmid_perc_looks_like_camera"] == false |
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49 | Kim Kitsuragi | "My camera." |
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50 | Savoir Faire | No! The sound of the flash will scare the creature off. Warn him NOW! |
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51 | None |
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52 | Kim Kitsuragi | "We *need* a photo -- no one will believe us." He continues to pull the lens open... |
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53 | Kim Kitsuragi | "We need a photo -- or no one will believe us." He continues to pull the lens open... |
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54 | Insulindian Phasmid | From the corner of your eye, you see a sudden cascade of motion ripple through the insect's limbs. A series of ultrasonic clicks fills your ear... |
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55 | Half Light | I am not palatable. Do not eat me. I am afraid. |
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56 | You | "Okay, take the picture." |
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57 | You | "Stop. Let me approach it first." |
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58 | Kim Kitsuragi | With the sound of metal sliding against metal, the lieutenant reveals the lens. The glass glints in his hand as he begins to slide in an ampoule... |
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59 | Kim Kitsuragi | "I won't be one of those fools who didn't take a picture..." He has stopped fiddling with the camera, but does not put it down. |
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60 | Authority | He's letting his pride get in the way. |
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61 | None |
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62 | You | (Whisper) "Who cares what they *think* Kim." |
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63 | You | (Whisper) "I have the pheromone, I can approach it." | Variable["coast.morells_pheromone_spray"] == true and Variable["whirling.bath_washed_pheromones_off"] == false |
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64 | Kim Kitsuragi | He comes to, abruptly. "Understood. Of course," he says with a nod. |
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65 | You | "Just listen to me!" |
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66 | Kim Kitsuragi | "I don't think the pheromone will do anything." His whisper turns to a sceptical hiss -- but he has stopped now. |
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67 | Kim Kitsuragi | "Shh... okay." The lieutenant puts his finger to his lips and nods. |
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68 | Insulindian Phasmid | The spindly mechanism turns itself back to you, its antennae taking their measure of the air, slowly... |
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69 | None |
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70 | You | (Say something to the insect, quietly, like...) |
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71 | You | Retreat slowly. [Leave.] |
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72 | Insulindian Phasmid | The creature tilts its tiny head to the side and appears to look at you. It is incredibly light, like the slightest gust of wind should blow it away, but it doesn't... |
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73 | Conceptualization | Its insect mind is impenetrable to your reasoning. |
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74 | You | (Whisper.) "What is that?" | Variable["tc.insulindian_phasmid"] == false |
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75 | You | "Hey." |
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76 | You | "Don't be afraid..." |
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77 | You | "You exist..." | Variable["TASK.find_phasmid"] == true |
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78 | Insulindian Phasmid | A sudden chirrup fills the air -- the walking stick moves its whole body, limbs working independently of each other, like the parts of a masterfully constructed machine. |
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79 | Insulindian Phasmid | Nothing changes in the cyclical, praying motion of the creature's limbs. They are porcelain white on the inside, and reed-coloured on the out -- beige, light brown and striped. You are unsure if it is scared or not. |
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80 | Empathy | There is a sadness in there -- or is it in you, from the dream... It's still with you, the pitiful *hey* you told her, even now... |
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81 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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82 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.dolores_said_hey"] |
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83 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.dolores_said_hey"]) == false |
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84 | Empathy | It moves just an inch closer to you. Or does it only *feel* like it does? |
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85 | Composure | Something in its body language has changed, just slightly... |
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86 | None |
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87 | The Deserter | No one hears you whisper. Behind you, the straggler sits despondently by the fire, oblivious to his surroundings. |
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88 | Insulindian Phasmid | You see the insect turn to him, its mandible antennae reaching out. Its motions are quick, sudden. |
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89 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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90 | Insulindian Phasmid | IsKimHere() |
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91 | Insulindian Phasmid | (IsKimHere()) == false |
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92 | Kim Kitsuragi | "We can't just leave it standing there. We have to do *something*, detective. It could be..." He thinks. "It could be connected somehow even..." |
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93 | Insulindian Phasmid | The ghost insect watches you disengage, continuing its hypnotizing motion. It's unclear whether it even registers that you're going... |
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94 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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95 | Insulindian Phasmid | IsCunoInParty() |
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96 | Insulindian Phasmid | (IsCunoInParty()) == false |
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97 | Empathy | You've never seen him get this excited. His voice is almost trembling. |
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98 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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99 | Insulindian Phasmid | IsCunoInParty() |
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100 | Insulindian Phasmid | (IsCunoInParty()) == false |
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101 | Insulindian Phasmid | He not as much as glances at the gigantic insect to his right -- nor does it look at him. Its antennae take their measure of the air, slowly... searching for something -- *you*. |
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102 | None |
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103 | Kim Kitsuragi | "I have absolutely no idea..." The lieutenant whispers back. You hear the familiar ring of his jacket unzipping -- slowly. Painstakingly so... |
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104 | None |
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105 | Esprit de Corps | Meanwhile, in the antechamber of the Station 57 lazareth, a neatly packed pair of cargo pants and an orange bomber jacket sit in a locker. Nested on the jacket -- a small block of milled aluminium, tucked away in a leather case. |
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106 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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107 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_esprit_stuff_in_station"] |
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108 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_esprit_stuff_in_station"]) == false |
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109 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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110 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["yard.hanged_picture_taken"] |
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111 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["yard.hanged_picture_taken"]) == false |
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112 | Esprit de Corps | An instant camera -- the Trigat Sunshine Mini. A moan of discomfort sounds from the lazareth, as he turns onto his side... |
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113 | Esprit de Corps | A camera -- an instant colour camera the lieutenant keeps tucked away in his coat pocket. A moan of discomfort sounds from the lazareth, as he turns onto his side... |
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114 | Insulindian Phasmid | Back on an island 28 kilometres away, the gigantic insect moves its antennae, taking its measure of the air, slowly... it's searching for something -- *you*. |
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115 | Electrochemistry | Slowly, with your breath held, you take two small steps toward the phasmid. The creature lets out a series of ultrasonic clicks that swarm around your head like swallows... |
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116 | Electrochemistry | You barely get to take one step -- the invertebrate reacts with uncanny speed, skating away across the water. It's gone, like a skipping stone, leaving nothing but rings on the sea's calm mirror... |
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117 | Encyclopedia | The tracheal system on the creature's abdomen expands in front of you, to take in and expel air -- it's *smelling* you. |
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118 | Empathy | Like laughter. A sort of happiness. |
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119 | Insulindian Phasmid | ...hissing and clicking, it extends its mandible-like antennae to greet you. You're right below it now, looking up at the colossal chitin of its white limbs. The head of the creature is crowned by reeds and its eyes are like small droplets of water. |
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120 | Endurance | Sweat drips from your brow, soaking your chest... you reek of it, your chemicals. |
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121 | None |
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122 | You | Raise your hand slowly. |
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123 | You | (Whisper) "Okay Kim, take the picture." | IsKimHere() |
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124 | You | "Hello. I don't know who I am." |
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125 | You | Disengage slowly. [Leave.] |
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126 | Insulindian Phasmid | The insect stops its stridulation, seeming to observe you. Below its crown of reeds, little pin-prick eyes detect motion, glittering. The world stands still around you. |
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127 | Insulindian Phasmid | No reply. A total, ancient silence comes from its mouth, along with what appears to be some kind of foam... The stridulations of its limbs continue all around you. |
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128 | Conceptualization | Praying to you. |
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129 | You | Tell me -- what are you doing? | Variable["seafort.phasmid_white_check_found"] |
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130 | You | Stand on your tiptoes and look more closely... |
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131 | You | Back off. |
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132 | Insulindian Phasmid | You were right. Little bubbles form on the mouthparts of the creature -- on its segmented lower lip. It looks to be foaming, slowly. The foam is white, then yellowish... |
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133 | None |
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134 | Perception (Smell) | The faintest smell, like you've never felt before. Like burnt roses. |
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135 | You | (Whisper.) "Kim, it's foaming." | IsKimHere() or IsCunoInParty() |
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136 | You | "Why are you're foaming?" | IsKimHere() == false and IsCunoInParty() == false |
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137 | You | Let your heels drop back onto solid ground. |
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138 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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139 | Insulindian Phasmid | IsKimHere() |
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140 | Insulindian Phasmid | (IsKimHere()) == false |
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141 | Kim Kitsuragi | "Careful. It may be poisonous." The lieutenant watches you apprehensively. |
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142 | Insulindian Phasmid | The foam slowly turns a darker shade, like burnt caramel -- as the insect moves its mouthparts, masticating. The little bubbles begin to burst, one by one... |
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143 | Perception (Smell) | Letting out that same smell, like summer burning. |
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144 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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145 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_smell_burnt_roses"] |
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146 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_smell_burnt_roses"]) == false |
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147 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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148 | Insulindian Phasmid | IsTHCPresent("juicy_fruit") |
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149 | Insulindian Phasmid | (IsTHCPresent("juicy_fruit")) == false |
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150 | Inland Empire | Apricot blossoms. White blossoms erupting. A sensation, like cold hands on your face. |
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151 | Insulindian Phasmid | Silence. Click. The foam slowly turns a darker tone, like burnt caramel -- as the insect moves its mouthparts, masticating on nothing in particular. Then the little bubbles begin to burst, one by one... |
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152 | None |
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153 | Insulindian Phasmid | The invertebrate stops, raising its scythe-like arms and tilting its tiny head, formed from the fused plates around its mouth. For a second, the effigy is frozen, then it nudges back into motion with a click. |
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154 | None |
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155 | None |
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156 | You | Raise the other hand too. |
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157 | Insulindian Phasmid | As you do, the invertebrate comes to life, its limbs moving independent of each other. As if each has a mind of its own. They are white like stalks of porcelain, knitting above you. |
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158 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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159 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_concept_praying"] |
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160 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_concept_praying"]) == false |
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161 | You | (Whisper.) "That's right. Pray." |
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162 | You | "Don't pray to me. I'm nothing." |
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163 | You | Put your hands down instead. |
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164 | Perception (Hearing) | Suddenly there is silence. |
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165 | You | (Look behind you.) "It's smelling me..." | Variable["seafort.phasmid_ency_smelling_you"] == true and (IsKimHere() or IsCunoInParty()) |
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166 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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167 | Insulindian Phasmid | IsKimHere() |
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168 | Insulindian Phasmid | (IsKimHere()) == false |
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169 | Kim Kitsuragi | "Maybe it *is* real, the pheromone..." The lieutenant's mouth is agape. |
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170 | You | Put your hand down. |
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171 | Insulindian Phasmid | The invertebrate comes back to life, stridulating. Sets of complex eyes follow you, moving in tandem, on either side of the insect's small head. |
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172 | None |
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173 | Half Light | No. Stop. Be afraid. |
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174 | Insulindian Phasmid | Unwittingly the insect continues its stridulations. As it moves, tuft-like structures still pretending to be plants rustle along on its joints. |
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175 | Insulindian Phasmid | The reed-creature does not stop its stridulations -- it towers above you, parting the reeds it emerged from. Tuft like structures still rustle on its joints. |
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176 | Authority | About now he is ready to believe in anything. |
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177 | None |
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178 | You | (Look up.) "You're smelling me..." | Variable["seafort.phasmid_ency_smelling_you"] == true and IsKimHere() == false and IsCunoInParty() == false |
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179 | Insulindian Phasmid | The insect's head is crowned with reed-like scales, the shape of seed heads. They rustle as the air moves. The ventricles at its abdomen continue to expanding, like lunglets... |
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180 | Electrochemistry | Breathing you in -- your sour, greasy semiochemicals on the breeze... |
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181 | Half Light | Perhaps it is preparing to *eat* its god? |
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182 | None |
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183 | Insulindian Phasmid | Sets of complex eyes follow you --droplets of dew on either side of the head. |
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184 | None |
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185 | Kim Kitsuragi | "Okay..." With a slow ring of metal, the lieutenant slides the lens open and raises it to eye level. |
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186 | Insulindian Phasmid | There is no change in the insects motion while its being aimed by the camera. It remains fixated on you. |
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187 | Kim Kitsuragi | "In three," the lieutenant whispers, his voice is tense. "If it moves, you jump back, I'll shoot. Here we go. Three, two, one..." |
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188 | Insulindian Phasmid | The shrill flash of the camera cuts the air like the blade of a sword. The phasmid freezes in its bright light -- head turned toward the lieutenant. Hypnotized by the flash, it stands frozen before you. |
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189 | Shivers | The sweat on your arms feels cold as ice. As if you're frozen as well, in the shadow of this giant statue of chitinous marble. |
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190 | You | (Yell.) "No!" |
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191 | You | "Where did it go?" (Look north.) Can *you* see it?" | Variable["seafort.phasmid_reaction_it_is_off"] == false |
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192 | You | "How did it *do* that? Glide?" |
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193 | You | "Did you get it, did you get the picture?" | Variable["seafort.phasmid_talking_of_photo"] == false |
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194 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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195 | Insulindian Phasmid | IsCunoInParty() |
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196 | Insulindian Phasmid | (IsCunoInParty()) == false |
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197 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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198 | Insulindian Phasmid | IsKimHere() |
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199 | Insulindian Phasmid | (IsKimHere()) == false |
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200 | None |
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201 | Kim Kitsuragi | "It appears the insect can walk on water. Like a water strider, you know. It's almost as fast..." He stops, short of breath. "Uncanny..." |
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202 | Kim Kitsuragi | "No." He shakes his head. "It's gone for now, detective." |
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203 | Kim Kitsuragi | "I don't think..." He tries to explain, patting slightly: "I don't think it had *anything* to do with the ox-spray. It was just scared." |
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204 | Reaction Speed | It's blending into the tufts of reeds in the distance! Moving from islet to islet... |
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205 | Electrochemistry | And you, a detective of the RCM, standing there with your mouth agape -- alone and dumbfounded. |
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206 | You | "I shouldn't have taken a bath, the pheromone washed off!" | Variable["whirling.bath_washed_pheromones_off"] == true |
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207 | Rhetoric | There is uncertainty in his phrasing. |
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208 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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209 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_rhet_kim_uncertainty"] |
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210 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_rhet_kim_uncertainty"]) == false |
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211 | Half Light | It *definitely* had something to do with the ox-spray! It was repelled by you, as if it was scared. |
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212 | Kim Kitsuragi | Your voice echoes on the water. |
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213 | You | "It *did* have something to do with the ox-spray!" |
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214 | Kim Kitsuragi | "Okay, but..." He shakes his head in disbelief. "I'm not an entomologist, okay? Neither was the para-scientist. Who knows? The only thing I'm sure of is..." |
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215 | Kim Kitsuragi | He shakes his head. In silence -- an expression on his face that you've never seen there before. |
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216 | You | "I don't understand... I *had* the pheromone...." | Variable["coast.morells_pheromone_spray"] == true and Variable["whirling.bath_washed_pheromones_off"] == false |
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217 | You | "Tell me you got the picture..." | Variable["seafort.phasmid_talking_of_photo"] == true |
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218 | You | "I think it went into the reeds there, on that islet..." (Point North.) | Variable["seafort.phasmid_reaction_it_is_off"] == true |
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219 | Kim Kitsuragi | "Looks like it doesn't like to stay out in the open for long." The lieutenant squints where you're pointing. |
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220 | You | "You didn't get the picture?" |
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221 | Kim Kitsuragi | "No..." He shows you the white slip of photo paper. There's a rainbow of colour -- blue, white, yellow, and brown like a child's painting. |
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222 | Perception (Sight) | Even a wildlife photographer couldn't make out a familiar form, let alone a gigantic stick insect. |
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223 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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224 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_perc_wildlife"] |
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225 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_perc_wildlife"]) == false |
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226 | Perception (Sight) | However hard you squint you can't make out anything recognizable, let alone a stick insect. |
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227 | You | "What now?" (Continue.) |
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228 | Kim Kitsuragi | There's a flicker of a smile on his lips, like he can't believe what he's saying: "We *saw* it -- it was real." |
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229 | You | "I should have taken the pheromone from Morell!" | Variable["coast.morells_pheromone_spray"] == false and Variable["TASK.inspect_traps"] == true |
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230 | None |
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231 | None |
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232 | You | Say nothing, swallow it. |
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233 | Kim Kitsuragi | "It's just a blur," he says, looking at the slip of paper in his hand. |
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234 | None |
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235 | The Deserter | "What now..." the old man behind you repeats suddenly. He's put his hand into the ash -- it's dirty and black. |
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236 | Empathy | In some kind of strange, semi-catatonic state. |
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237 | Kim Kitsuragi | "Our suspect's not looking so good. We should check him over -- also..." He points to the reeds. |
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238 | You | "What in the name of *god* was that?" | Variable["tc.insulindian_phasmid"] == false and Variable["coast.morells_pheromone_spray"] == false |
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239 | You | "Damn, we should have helped the cryptozoologists." | Variable["tc.insulindian_phasmid"] == true and Variable["coast.morells_pheromone_spray"] == false and Variable["TASK.inspect_traps"] == false |
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240 | Kim Kitsuragi | "Helped them?" He falls silent for a moment. "I don't see what more we could have done?" |
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241 | You | "We could have learned something about the phasmid's behaviour. Searched for it with them." |
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242 | You | "We should have been more thorough Kim. We should have..." |
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243 | You | "You're right." |
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244 | Kim Kitsuragi | "I'm not. We should have... it's my fault too." He looks across the water. The slip of photo paper still drying in his hand, hanging despondently for a second. |
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245 | Kim Kitsuragi | "I know. We *should* have... It's my fault too." He looks across the water. The slip of photo paper still drying in his hand, just hanging there for a second. |
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246 | Empathy | It's too late now. |
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247 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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248 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_empathy_such_failure"] |
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249 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_empathy_such_failure"]) == false |
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250 | Volition | He subdues the feeling. Dusts himself off and moves on. So should you. There will be other chances. |
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251 | None |
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252 | Kim Kitsuragi | "A stick insect of some sort. Pretending to be the reeds..." He shakes his head. "Has it been there the whole time?" |
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253 | None |
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254 | Suggestion | You never had a chance. There was something off the moment you approached it. It was scared of you. Of humans. |
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255 | Insulindian Phasmid | Reed-like tufts stick out of its joints. As the insect moves its forearms it produces a faint hiss -- like a reel-to-reel machine spinning after the tape breaks. |
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256 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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257 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["coast.morells_pheromone_spray"] == true and Variable["whirling.bath_washed_pheromones_off"] == false |
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258 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["coast.morells_pheromone_spray"] == true and Variable["whirling.bath_washed_pheromones_off"] == false) == false |
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259 | Suggestion | The segmented antennae move with apprehension, searching for something that's not there... |
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260 | Kim Kitsuragi | "Where? Where did it go?" The lieutenant has the camera in one hand -- and a slip of white paper in the other, developing. |
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261 | Kim Kitsuragi | "I tried," he explains. "But it was moving too fast. And I didn't get the ampoule in right. And..." He gathers himself. "Dammit. I believe my eyes. It *was* there." |
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262 | You | "Damn it! Damn it! I didn't get it right..." [Leave in rage.] | (Variable["coast.morells_pheromone_spray"] == true or Variable["coast.morell_pheromone_spray_thick"] == true) and Variable["whirling.bath_washed_pheromones_off"] == false |
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263 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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264 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["coast.morells_pheromone_spray"] |
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265 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["coast.morells_pheromone_spray"]) == false |
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266 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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267 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["whirling.lena_intro_midgreet"] |
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268 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["whirling.lena_intro_midgreet"]) == false |
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269 | Encyclopedia | Neither have you. But you know who would -- a cryptozoologist! |
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270 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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271 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_ency_cryptozoologist"] |
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272 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_ency_cryptozoologist"]) == false |
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273 | Reaction Speed | A cryptozoologist? Oh god, there was one... |
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274 | You | "The cryptozoologist! There was one in the bar. Maybe she knew something?" |
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275 | None |
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276 | Kim Kitsuragi | "The paraplegic? She could have, yes..." He seems unsure. |
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277 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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278 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["coast.morell_greeting_done"] |
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279 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["coast.morell_greeting_done"]) == false |
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280 | Kim Kitsuragi | "The paraplegic? *Or* the other one on the coast? They could have, yes..." He seems unsure. |
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281 | Esprit de Corps | We missed it, he thinks. We damn missed a spot. We should have... then the lieutenant collects himself. |
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282 | Kim Kitsuragi | "I never thought the damn *cryptozoology* would factor into this... Well, we know it's here now. We *will* find it again." |
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283 | None |
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284 | You | "Okay, yes, you're probably right." |
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285 | None |
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286 | Kim Kitsuragi | "Am I?" He shakes his head. "I don't know. I'm not an entomologist! Neither was the para-scientist. The only thing I'm sure of is..." |
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287 | Kim Kitsuragi | "It looks like it has some kind of nest there... Maybe there's proof in there." |
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288 | None |
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289 | You | "It was *definitely* that. He didn't like me. I didn't get to take a single step." | Variable["seafort.phasmid_halflight_ox_spray"] |
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290 | Kim Kitsuragi | "*Like* you?" He shakes his head in disbelief. "I'm not an entomologist, okay -- neither was the para-scientist. Who knows, maybe you're right. The only thing I'm sure of is..." |
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291 | Composure | Like a little boy... for a moment he's unable to keep it together when he looks at the slip. |
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292 | Kim Kitsuragi | "The ampoule will produce a loud hiss." He turns to you and whispers: "You're right. It could scare it away. I need a better moment, when it's not looking." |
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293 | Authority | Something cracks in the lieutenant. He's letting his pride get in the way. |
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294 | Insulindian Phasmid | You see the insect turn to him, its mandible antennae reaching out. Its motions are quick, sudden. |
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295 | You | (Yell.) "No!" |
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296 | None |
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297 | The Deserter | "What are you talking about, *pheromone*?" The strange state the old man is in ends, momentarily. Something in the word animates him... |
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298 | You | "God, I shouldn't have taken a bath! The pheromone washed off!" | Variable["whirling.bath_washed_pheromones_off"] == true |
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299 | Encyclopedia | You know who would know -- a cryptozoologist! |
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300 | The Deserter | Your voice echoes alone on the water. Not so much as a scoff from the old man. |
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301 | You | "I don't understand... I *had* the pheromone...." | Variable["coast.morells_pheromone_spray"] == true and Variable["whirling.bath_washed_pheromones_off"] == false |
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302 | You | "Dammit. What now?" (Continue.) |
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303 | You | "I should have taken the pheromone!" | Variable["coast.morells_pheromone_spray"] == false and Variable["TASK.find_phasmid"] == false and Variable["TASK.find_phasmid_done"] == false and Variable["coast.morell_refused_ox_spray"] == true |
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304 | You | "What in the name of god was that?" | Variable["coast.morells_pheromone_spray"] == false and Variable["tc.insulindian_phasmid"] == false |
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305 | You | "I should have helped the cryptozoologists. It's too late now..." | Variable["coast.morells_pheromone_spray"] == false and Variable["tc.insulindian_phasmid"] == true and Variable["TASK.find_phasmid"] == false and Variable["TASK.find_phasmid_done"] == false |
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306 | None |
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307 | You | It's not use telling him... |
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308 | You | "The cryptozoologist... there was one in the bar. I bet she knew something..." |
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309 | The Deserter | "What was what?" The straggler looks around. "It's just the reeds, playing tricks on you, droite..." |
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310 | None |
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311 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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312 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["whirling.lena_intro_midgreet"] |
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313 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["whirling.lena_intro_midgreet"]) == false |
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314 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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315 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_ency_cryptozoologist"] |
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316 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_ency_cryptozoologist"]) == false |
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317 | Reaction Speed | A cryptozoologist? Oh god, there was one... |
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318 | None |
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319 | None |
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320 | Volition | Subdue the regret. Dust yourself off, proceed. You'll get it in the next life, where you don't make mistakes. Do what you can with this one, while you're alive. |
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321 | The Deserter | Looks like you're right. He's extending his hand into the dust now, for some odd reason. Smearing his finger in it, confused like a child... |
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322 | You | "No one will believe me... no one will believe this was real." |
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323 | The Deserter | Wordless, he's staring at the ash. Not responding to your yelling. |
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324 | None |
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325 | The Deserter | ...and then he is back to staring at the dust. |
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326 | Electrochemistry | Like a junkie... |
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327 | None |
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328 | The Deserter | "I don't..." He's extending his hand into the dust now, for some odd reason. Smearing his finger in it, like a confused child... |
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329 | Esprit de Corps | "He must be *really* out of it, yelling like that. Well, at least he's *alive*...." Officer Minot in the blue uniform frowns: "Jean, maybe something *happened*? He's in distress..." |
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330 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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331 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_esprit_posse_incoming"] |
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332 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_esprit_posse_incoming"]) == false |
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333 | None |
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334 | Esprit de Corps | Three-hundred metres inland special consultant Trant Heidelstam cups his ear. Satellite-Officer Vicquemare nods to him on the jetty: "I heard it." |
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335 | Esprit de Corps | "He must be *really* out of it, yelling like that. Well, at least he's *alive*...." Officer Minot in the blue uniform frowns: "Jean, maybe something *happened*? He's in distress..." |
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336 | Esprit de Corps | Three-hundred metres inland, on the jetty, special consultant Trant Heidelstam cups his ear. Satellite-Officer Vicquemare nods to him: "I heard it." |
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337 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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338 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_esprit_posse_incoming"] |
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339 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_esprit_posse_incoming"]) == false |
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340 | None |
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341 | The Deserter | "Crypto-what?" Some odd connotation catches the old man's ear. |
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342 | Rhetoric | Crypto-*fascist* probably. |
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343 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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344 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_esprit_stuff_in_station"] |
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345 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_esprit_stuff_in_station"]) == false |
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346 | Logic | The lieutenant had a *camera*. A camera, he could have taken a picture. Now they'll all think you're mad... |
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347 | Kim Kitsuragi | "I got it..." You hear the lieutenant whisper, as the creature's shape develops onto photo paper in his hand: a polychrome ghost of white streaks against the reeds and the sky. And you, as a shadow before it. |
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348 | Conceptualization | Immortalized. |
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349 | Inland Empire | For all time. |
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350 | None |
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351 | You | *Slowly* reach out and touch the creature's whisker. |
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352 | You | Carefully pet its scythe-like forearm. |
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353 | You | "We got it..." (Back off.) |
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354 | Insulindian Phasmid | The antennae hang from a great height. With your hand shaking you barely touch the tip of the left whisker. On contact the chitin curls into a spiral, like the tip of a poison ivy. Its touch on your fingertip feels cold, ticklish... |
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355 | Kim Kitsuragi | "Be careful, detective... It's moving." |
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356 | Interfacing | It is surprisingly delicate -- the curly end of the whisker, like a young bine. It's even a bit wet. |
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357 | Electrochemistry | The sensation is electrifying, resounding through your body. |
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358 | You | Look at your finger. |
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359 | Interfacing | It tastes like... sugar. Very faint. The arthropod towers above you, tufts of reeds pointing from limb and head alike. |
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360 | Perception (Taste) | Odourless, mostly comprised of water. |
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361 | You | Lick your finger. | Variable["seafort.phasmid_interf_bine"] == true |
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362 | Interfacing | You were right, it glistens with some kind of moisture. The creature in front of you stays frozen... |
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363 | Insulindian Phasmid | The limb before you is incredibly light, like eggshell. It's much lighter than a reed. You feel a soft push could tip the creature over, its hollow exoskeleton collapsing... |
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364 | Interfacing | Here, within the smooth white inner part of its limb you sense... something very intimate. Thoughts. |
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365 | None |
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366 | Reaction Speed | Warning! |
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367 | You | Run your hand up the slender limb, higher... |
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368 | You | Pull your hand away. |
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369 | Insulindian Phasmid | A small shudder passes the creature's arm. High above you its black pearl-eyes still glisten, mesmerized by the light passing its nervous system. |
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370 | Visual Calculus | There is some kind of countdown happening, as it slowly processes the overwhelming brightness of the signal. The invertebrate is regaining control... |
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371 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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372 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_viscal_stimulus"] |
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373 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_viscal_stimulus"]) == false |
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374 | Empathy | The stimulus overloaded it. It's passing, like an extended moment, or a gall stone. |
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375 | You | "Lieutenant, it's thinking with its *limbs*." |
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376 | You | It's your secret alone. |
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377 | Kim Kitsuragi | "The nervous system could be spread out like that..." He whispers behind you. "Over the extremities, like a cuttlefish." |
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378 | Encyclopedia | Or a *ryacintha*, an Occidental leaf insect with its brain stored in four leaf-like extensions. Or a mimicry octopus with its intelligent tentacles... |
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379 | Insulindian Phasmid | Another shudder passes through the forearm under your palm -- feels like blood pumping through a brain. It's coming to, you withdraw your hand slowly. |
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380 | None |
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381 | Insulindian Phasmid | A sudden shiver passes the limb. Looks like the creature is awakening, wave by wave from its stupor. |
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382 | Visual Calculus | Some sort of countdown process is happening. That's all you have time to think... |
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383 | None |
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384 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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385 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_one_shudder"] |
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386 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_one_shudder"]) == false |
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387 | Insulindian Phasmid | Another shudder pulses through the creatures limbs. It jolts back to life, like a record continuing were it left off -- in a swaying, praying motion. Even the small black pearls of its eyes do not stray from you... |
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388 | Insulindian Phasmid | A shudder pulses through the creatures limbs. It jolts back to life, like a record continuing were it left off -- in a swaying, praying motion. Even the small black pearls of its eyes do not stray from you... |
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389 | None |
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390 | Suggestion | They are filled with adoration and curiosity. The adoration of some wheel, or dominion spinning around its parent deity. And the curiosity of a common wasp, tasting sugar in a fizzy drink. |
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391 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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392 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_touching_hub"] |
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393 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_touching_hub"]) == false |
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394 | Kim Kitsuragi | "It's good, it's good," the lieutenant whispers, holding it up. "Don't worry. We got it." |
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395 | Half Light | For a moment there, he was afraid you didn't *get it*, but he's calmer now, looking at it. |
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396 | Insulindian Phasmid | The arthropod towers above you -- just like in the picture -- oblivious to your chattering. The ventricles on its abdomen slowly expanding, vestigial wings like barely visible gossamer hanging from the inside of its slender joints. |
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397 | None |
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398 | Half Light | It's about to move, you can sense it! |
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399 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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400 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_whiskers"] and Variable["seafort.phasmid_limbs"] |
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401 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_whiskers"] and Variable["seafort.phasmid_limbs"]) == false |
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402 | Inland Empire | Don't say it! Are you sure? This may be the only chance you get to touch it... |
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403 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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404 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_inland_only_chance"] |
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405 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_inland_only_chance"]) == false |
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406 | You | (I'm sure.) "We got it, Kim..." (Keep backing.) |
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407 | You | No, wait... |
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408 | Insulindian Phasmid | The arthropod towers above you, frozen in place. A twitch passes one of its hind legs, as you... |
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409 | None |
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410 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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411 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_interf_bine"] |
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412 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_interf_bine"]) == false |
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413 | You | Wipe it off. |
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414 | Interfacing | Feels like nothing. The arthropod in front of you stays frozen... |
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415 | None |
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416 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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417 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_wc_what_are_ya_doin"] |
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418 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_wc_what_are_ya_doin"]) == false |
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419 | You | I want there to be more. |
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420 | You | I want to know your mind. |
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421 | Insulindian Phasmid | There is no mind to speak of. And if there is, it's beyond your imagination -- too simple to be compatible with yours. Segmented mouthparts foam, it tilts its head. |
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422 | Insulindian Phasmid | It is impossible to see inside. There is only chitin, pretending to be reeds -- or polished, like stalks of marble. The occasional series of clicks, undecipherable to the human ear. |
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423 | Pain Threshold | What more is there in any of us? You think, as the sight of the insect fades and pain shoots up your right foot and into your abdomen, darkening your view... when it returns the insect twitches, feeling the blood on you... |
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424 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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425 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.sense_hearing_pain_flash"] |
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426 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.sense_hearing_pain_flash"]) == false |
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427 | Pain Threshold | The sight of the insect pulses with pain, as a streak of fire tries to shoot up your leg. You swallow it. Unmoved. Not now. There's blood dripping... warm. The creature must feel it too, it twitches. |
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428 | Insulindian Phasmid | Mute, the insect foams from its mouthparts, tilting the plates of its fused together head. From left to right, without reason. |
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429 | None |
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430 | Insulindian Phasmid | I exist. |
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431 | You | I exist too. |
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432 | Insulindian Phasmid | Tell me what it's like for you. |
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433 | Insulindian Phasmid | Now I will tell you what it's like for me. For me it is a series of half-lit images. A kind of darkness, being intruded upon. Transient. Dim. Moist. |
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434 | Inland Empire | Nothing. Its simple eyes give off no flicker of light, no one is home. The twitches of its limbs are insect-like, unknowable, perhaps without substance even. |
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435 | You | I want to see inside you. |
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436 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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437 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["XP.phasmid_thinks_with_its_limbs"] |
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438 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["XP.phasmid_thinks_with_its_limbs"]) == false |
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439 | Insulindian Phasmid | It's spread too thin among its limbs, performing incomprehensible operations on the world; and you -- looking at it, mouth slightly open... You cannot even imagine what it thinks. |
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440 | Encyclopedia | In its marrow -- a combination of complex biomolecules. Hormones, amino acids, lipids. |
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441 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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442 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_wc_failure_counter"] >= 1 |
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443 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_wc_failure_counter"] >= 1) == false |
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444 | Pain Threshold | Another flash of pain. Again you swallow it, but this time, some of it does not stay down. You think you taste it in your mouth. So does the insect, twitching suddenly... |
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445 | Pain Threshold | Suddenly -- another flash of pain. Worse than the one before. The taste of blood in your mouth. The insect tastes it too, twitching suddenly... |
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446 | None |
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447 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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448 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.sense_hearing_pain_flash"] |
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449 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.sense_hearing_pain_flash"]) == false |
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450 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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451 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_disengaged_once"] |
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452 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_disengaged_once"]) == false |
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453 | Reaction Speed | As you back off the phasmid also takes a step back into the reeds. Something tells you -- the next time you engage and disengage it will probably flee. |
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454 | Empathy | Something stirs in the insect as you begin to back off. It seems to also takes a step back... Something tells you -- the next time you engage and disengage it will probably flee. |
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455 | Insulindian Phasmid | As you're turning away, the phasmid mirrors your movements, stepping on the water -- the long limbs carry its feather weight without breaking its surface. |
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456 | None |
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457 | You | Fire, burning. |
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458 | You | It's *wunderbar*. |
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459 | You | I'm ill. |
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460 | Insulindian Phasmid | Not even the birds know that. Not even the water lilies. |
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461 | You | Where does this come from? All this? Around us? The world? | Variable["seafort.phasmid_branch_intruded_upon"] == true |
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462 | You | Is this a dream? What is happening? |
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463 | Insulindian Phasmid | No. You are awake. I am real. Light is forming me. This is real. |
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464 | Perception (Sight) | Shifting around in the reeds around it, in the muddy water... you notice some of its hind legs apparently standing on the water from time to time. It's *that* light... |
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465 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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466 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_perc_reflections_in_water"] |
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467 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_perc_reflections_in_water"]) == false |
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468 | Perception (Sight) | And... is that a glimmer in the water, below it? Like plastic? Could it be hoarding something? |
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469 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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470 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_perc_plastic"] |
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471 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_perc_plastic"]) == false |
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472 | None |
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473 | You | "Kim... there's something there." | IsKimHere() |
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474 | You | Not now... |
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475 | Kim Kitsuragi | "A nest?" The whisper is anxious. "Don't do anything now. Later, when it's gone maybe..." |
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476 | Perception (Sight) | Of course, no time. The insect towers above you, parting the reeds it emerged from. |
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477 | None |
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478 | Insulindian Phasmid | Shapes of plants and animals. And *internal* sensations. A swarm of sounds, tiny vibrations on the inside of my forearms -- all speak of complexities totally beyond my understanding. |
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479 | Insulindian Phasmid | What is your illness? |
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480 | You | My body aches. I'm bleeding. |
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481 | You | I'm ill in my head. I'm insane. That's how it is for me. |
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482 | You | In my heart. For me it's sadness -- input after input. |
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483 | You | If I tell you, what will happen? |
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484 | Insulindian Phasmid | Then I will tell you what it's like for me. |
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485 | Insulindian Phasmid | For me it is not like that. I have states, not emotions. For example, I experience excitement at unexpected sugar rewards, but that is not important. |
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486 | Insulindian Phasmid | I am not. There isn't even a central nervous system in my head. Only mouthparts for eating wetland plants. |
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487 | Insulindian Phasmid | I smelled it, as soon as you stepped on the island -- strawberries. Fresh burst of red strawberries. Ripe turning riper. Soon you will be rotten. |
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488 | Insulindian Phasmid | Now I will tell you how it is for me. For me it is a series of half-lit images. A kind of darkness, being intruded upon. Transient. Dim. Moist. |
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489 | Insulindian Phasmid | Fire? Where? |
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490 | You | Inside. |
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491 | You | In the city, all around. It's going *down*. |
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492 | You | On the horizon. Pale fire. This thing we're both sensing is coming to an end. |
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493 | Insulindian Phasmid | That is your problem. Nothing ever ends for me. There is only room for two, maybe three pictures in my mind. |
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494 | Insulindian Phasmid | I am oblivious to the city. It is only on my margins. A ball I sometimes spin. A toy, Or the cylinder of a discarded trash bin. |
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495 | Insulindian Phasmid | I do not have fire inside me. In me there is not even blood, but lymph -- like sap from a wine palm. |
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496 | Insulindian Phasmid | Yes, holy is the lord of hosts. And all the Earth is filled with his glory. |
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497 | Insulindian Phasmid | I am at the end of a narrow funnel. Weightless. So light it only feels like *something* to be me. In truth -- perhaps I'm nothing? I certainly do not have a soul. And if I did, it would never ache. |
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498 | None |
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499 | You | You're the type of animal I would like to be. |
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500 | You | I'm glad to be me -- an incredibly sensitive instrument. |
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501 | You | The fuck is happening to me right now? |
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502 | Insulindian Phasmid | I don't know. You're just a shadow for me. Far away, faintly transmitting, but for a curious smell. |
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503 | Insulindian Phasmid | Are you sure? |
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504 | You | A small leg. That's horrible. |
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505 | You | That's cool. |
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506 | Insulindian Phasmid | Yes. The leg tried to move around independently, making it hard to walk. |
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507 | You | Intruded upon -- by what? | Variable["seafort.phasmid_branch_i_exist"] == true |
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508 | Insulindian Phasmid | For me it is a series of half-lit images. A kind of darkness, being intruded upon. Transient. Dim. Moist. |
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509 | Conceptualization | So what if the next picture doesn't come? This creature is not the photographer, just the camera. |
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510 | None |
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511 | None |
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512 | You | You don't have a foot there now! |
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513 | Insulindian Phasmid | Yes, thankfully someone ate it. The next time I moulted I grew an antenna again! |
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514 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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515 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_physinst_hurt_antenna"] |
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516 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_physinst_hurt_antenna"]) == false |
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517 | You | Okay. I don't want to hear more about that. |
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518 | Physical Instrument | This would explain its antenna being smaller. |
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519 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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520 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_viscal_why_antenna_smaller"] |
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521 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_viscal_why_antenna_smaller"]) == false |
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522 | You | *This* is the explanation I came up with? |
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523 | You | Got it. Solved it. |
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524 | Physical Instrument | No -- it's what the three metres tall stick insect came up with. |
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525 | Physical Instrument | Officially, it was the three metres tall stick insect who solved it. |
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526 | Insulindian Phasmid | So, you see, it's sometimes also difficult being a stick insect. The leg tried to move independently, making it hard to walk. But hearing about it makes you uncomfortable, I understand. |
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527 | Pain Threshold | Change of topic! |
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528 | None |
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529 | Insulindian Phasmid | No. The leg tried to move around independently, making it hard to walk. |
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530 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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531 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_thats_cool"] or Variable["seafort.phasmid_thats_nothing"] |
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532 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_thats_cool"] or Variable["seafort.phasmid_thats_nothing"]) == false |
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533 | Insulindian Phasmid | So, you see, it's sometimes difficult to be an insect. All of nature is a kind of horror, or strife -- though none of it as horrible as you. With all of creation reflected in your forebrain. |
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534 | None |
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535 | You | All's well that ends well. |
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536 | You | Way worse has happened to me. | Variable["seafort.phasmid_changed_mind"] == false |
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537 | Insulindian Phasmid | Yes, I am lucky. It is nothing compared to the horror that is you -- with all of creation reflected in your forebrain. A nerve mirror of horrifying fidelity. Constant, never-ending damnation. |
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538 | You | Yes I'm sure. Why do you ask? |
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539 | You | No, I'm not. Why are you asking? |
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540 | Insulindian Phasmid | Sometimes, when moulting, I regrow a lost limb. One time something went wrong and a small leg replaced a missing antenna. |
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541 | Insulindian Phasmid | Of course, it is nothing compared to the horror that is you -- with all of creation reflected in your forebrain, in terrible fidelity, a fire mirror. Eternal, never-ending damnation. |
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542 | Pain Threshold | It would take a million years of evolution -- or a total reversal in the condition of the world -- for your pain to end. |
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543 | You | Are you the miracle? | Variable["seafort.phasmid_branch_what_are_you"] == true and Variable["yard.hanged_way_out_west"] == true |
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544 | Insulindian Phasmid | No. You are the miracle. |
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545 | You | *How?* |
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546 | Insulindian Phasmid | The moral of our encounter is: I am a relatively median lifeform, while you are extreme, all-engulfing madness. A volatile simian nervous system, ominously new to the planet. |
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547 | Insulindian Phasmid | You are a violent and irrepressible miracle. The vacuum of cosmos and the stars burning in it are afraid of you. Given enough time you would wipe us all out and replace us with nothing -- just by accident. |
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548 | You | "Kim. Am I having a violent epileptic seizure?" | Variable["seafort.phasmid_branch_insane_miracle"] == true and IsKimHere() |
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549 | Kim Kitsuragi | "It doesn't look like that, no." |
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550 | You | "Then, I think I'm having a vision. About the final fate of mankind." |
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551 | Kim Kitsuragi | "Okay." After a second the lieutenant asks: "Is it somehow related to the case?" |
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552 | You | I am a detective. |
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553 | Insulindian Phasmid | So am I. I was born to detect sucrose rewards and semiochemicals. What were you born to detect? |
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554 | You | I was born to detect you. |
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555 | Insulindian Phasmid | Yes. No one detected me for such a long, long time. For thousands of years. I dithered, out of sight. Draped myself in greenery. |
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556 | You | This is my masterpiece. |
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557 | You | It was very disorienting at first, but I'm keeping my shit together. |
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558 | Insulindian Phasmid | Few of us can begin to imagine the horror of you -- with all of creation reflected in your forebrain. It must be like the highest of hells, a kaleidoscope of fire and writhing glass. Eternal damnation. |
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559 | You | It's hell. I change my mind. I want to be you. |
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560 | Insulindian Phasmid | Even when you're sleeping... And when you wake, you carry it around on your neck. With eyes open that cannot help but swallow more behind the mirror. I feel great, mute empathy for you. |
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561 | You | That's absolutely nothing. |
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562 | Insulindian Phasmid | You want to be a phasmid? Are you sure? |
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563 | None |
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564 | None |
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565 | Insulindian Phasmid | The leg tried to move around independently, making it hard to walk. |
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566 | You | See! It's nothing. | Variable["seafort.phasmid_changed_mind"] == true |
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567 | Insulindian Phasmid | Yes, compared to the immeasurable, fiery empyrean of glass and terror in *your* head, it seems trivial. I just thought you should know. |
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568 | Encyclopedia | Maybe you would find it interesting! |
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569 | You | "What does it look like?" |
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570 | Kim Kitsuragi | "You're just staring at it," he whispers. |
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571 | You | We need to know. Perhaps it's sent to us by a god? |
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572 | You | Then all we can do is beat our fists against it? Day after day. With no answer. |
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573 | You | What exactly *are* you? |
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574 | Insulindian Phasmid | I am an unknown species of the order Phantasmodea -- endemic to the Insulindian isola. For the last three hundred and fifty years I have hidden in plain sight, masquerading as the reeds. Moulding, cloning myself, unfolding at night to play with trash bins and buoys. |
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575 | You | I have to say good bye now. I have no more thoughts. That was all. |
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576 | Insulindian Phasmid | No. There is *one* more. |
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577 | Insulindian Phasmid | Thank you. I also have one final thing to say to you: that woman -- turn from the ruin. Turn and go *forward*. |
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578 | Insulindian Phasmid | She was middle class. It doesn't take a three-metre stick insect to tell you that. |
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579 | Insulindian Phasmid | That must be incredibly hard. The arthropods are in silent and meaningless awe of you. Know that we are watching -- when you're tired, when the vision spins out of control. The insects will be looking on. Rooting for you. |
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580 | You | I can't. |
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581 | Insulindian Phasmid | And when you fall we will come to raise you up, bud from you, banner-like, blossom from you and carry you apart in a sky funeral. In honour of your passing. (But not me, because I am just a leaf eater.) |
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582 | Volition | In honour of your will, lieutenant-yefreitor. That you kept from falling apart, in the face of sheer terror. Day after day. Second by second. |
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583 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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584 | Insulindian Phasmid | IsTHCPresent("shit_together") |
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585 | Insulindian Phasmid | (IsTHCPresent("shit_together")) == false |
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586 | Volition | In honour of your shit, lieutenant-yefreitor. Which you kept *together* in the face of total, unrelenting terror. Day after day. Second by second. |
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587 | Inland Empire | DETECTIVE |
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588 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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589 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_inland_detective"] |
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590 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_inland_detective"]) == false |
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591 | Esprit de Corps | ARRIVING |
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592 | Authority | ON THE SCENE |
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593 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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594 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_esprit_arriving"] |
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595 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_esprit_arriving"]) == false |
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596 | None |
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597 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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598 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["tc.rank_known"] |
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599 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["tc.rank_known"]) == false |
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600 | Insulindian Phasmid | You can also eat it. If it's a leaf you can put it in your mouth. Yum yum. Or a reed. |
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601 | You | So you look like a reed, and you eat reeds? |
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602 | Insulindian Phasmid | Yes. They don't mind. |
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603 | Insulindian Phasmid | I have stayed hidden through four forms of government and two scientific revolutions. Until I was accidentally discovered by a detective of the Citizens Militia in Revachol, district of Martinaise, March, '51. |
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604 | Insulindian Phasmid | I went unnoticed by the first settlers and the land surveyors of the suzerain. Also by the soldiers of the Revolution and the officials of the occupation. Even the Semenese islanders who came here first, but did not stay, have not seen me. |
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605 | Encyclopedia | And the 4,000-year-old Seraseolitic civilization buried so deep in the sediment that you do not even know it is there -- they too did not see me. |
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606 | Insulindian Phasmid | No. No one believed I exist -- almost no one. Until you came, detective. Dripping of blood that smells like strawberries. Across the calm sea, the first in a thousand years. |
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607 | Half Light | It may have unknown, dangerous biochemical characteristics that help it maintain its camouflage. |
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608 | You | Are you poisonous? | Variable["seafort.phasmid_halflight_afraid"] == true |
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609 | None |
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610 | Insulindian Phasmid | No. *You* are. The moral of our encounter is: I am a relatively median lifeform -- while it is you who are total, extreme madness. A volatile simian nervous system, ominously new to the planet. |
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611 | Insulindian Phasmid | Yes. I do not have a startle display, so I use a neurodegenerative allomone to aid in camouflage. Do not worry, it is only destructive over long periods of time. |
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612 | Insulindian Phasmid | The pale, too, came with you. No one remembers it before you. The cnidarians do not, the radially symmetricals do not. There is an almost unanimous agreement between the birds and the plants that you are going to destroy us all. |
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613 | You | That's insane. | Variable["seafort.phasmid_branch_what_are_you"] == true and Variable["yard.hanged_way_out_west"] == false |
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614 | You | "The case? The case is meaningless compared to this." (Laugh nervously.) "I have totally transcended the case." |
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615 | Insulindian Phasmid | *I* think we should eat it. If it's a leaf you can put it in your mouth. Or a reed. Yum yum. |
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616 | You | The killer. |
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617 | You | Also that. |
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618 | Insulindian Phasmid | No one believed I exist -- almost no one. Until you came, detective. Dripping of blood that smells like strawberries. Across the calm sea, the first in a thousand years. |
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619 | None |
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620 | You | No. This is just an accident. |
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621 | Insulindian Phasmid | He is in a bad state, deteriorating fast now. He thinks I am beneficial to him, but I am not. I only quicken his deterioration. |
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622 | Insulindian Phasmid | I can also detect pheromones -- the ones on you tell me that you will not eat me. And that I will benefit from your closeness. In short, I love you. |
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623 | You | You're destroying him? |
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624 | None |
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625 | Reaction Speed | Wait, so... |
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626 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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627 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_reaction_so"] |
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628 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_reaction_so"]) == false |
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629 | You | Too sensitive of a matter. |
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630 | Reaction Speed | Yes, of course. The three metres tall stick insect would be offended. |
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631 | Insulindian Phasmid | Very slowly -- and only because he won't go away. It is meant to keep them from noticing me, to interfere with the pictures in their heads. But he has looked at me too long. And I'm destroying him. |
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632 | None |
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633 | None |
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634 | You | Was there an ancient Seraseolitic civilization? | Variable["seafort.phasmid_ency_seraseolitic"] == true |
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635 | Insulindian Phasmid | Yes -- with stone tools and silk. They too missed me, although I had not developed the mutation needed for parthenogenesis yet, and scoured the neolithic hinterland as distinct individuals, not clones. |
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636 | None |
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637 | You | I don't have that kind of power. |
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638 | You | ...how? |
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639 | You | Wait, the pale is human made? | Variable["tc.pale"] |
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640 | Conceptualization | It was you. Coming from the west. From the Whirling. You were coming... |
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641 | You | "Okay good. Forget it." |
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642 | Kim Kitsuragi | "No. What's going on?" |
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643 | You | "Nothing. Just looking at the stick insect. Everything is normal." |
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644 | You | "I think I'm having a vision. About the final fate of mankind." |
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645 | You | "Sort of." |
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646 | You | "No. I told you what it's about. Our fate." |
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647 | Kim Kitsuragi | "I think you should back away from the unstudied species now..." |
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648 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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649 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_touching_hub"] |
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650 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_touching_hub"]) == false |
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651 | Kim Kitsuragi | "I think we should take the picture -- and then you should *back away* from the unstudied species." |
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652 | None |
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653 | You | Of all the creatures I've met you are the scariest. |
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654 | None |
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655 | You | I will. |
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656 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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657 | Insulindian Phasmid | IsHighestPolitical("communist") |
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658 | Insulindian Phasmid | (IsHighestPolitical("communist")) == false |
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659 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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660 | Insulindian Phasmid | IsHighestPolitical("revacholian_nationhood") |
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661 | Insulindian Phasmid | (IsHighestPolitical("revacholian_nationhood")) == false |
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662 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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663 | Insulindian Phasmid | IsHighestPolitical("ultraliberal") |
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664 | Insulindian Phasmid | (IsHighestPolitical("ultraliberal")) == false |
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665 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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666 | Insulindian Phasmid | IsHighestPolitical("moralist") |
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667 | Insulindian Phasmid | (IsHighestPolitical("moralist")) == false |
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668 | Insulindian Phasmid | She was hell on Earth. It doesn't take a three-metre stick insect to tell you that. |
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669 | Insulindian Phasmid | She was hell on Earth. It doesn't take a three-metre stick insect to tell you that. |
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670 | Insulindian Phasmid | She was hell on Earth. It doesn't take a three-metre stick insect to tell you that. |
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671 | Insulindian Phasmid | She was hell on Earth. It doesn't take a three-metre stick insect to tell you that. |
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672 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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673 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_chat_exit_done"] |
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674 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_chat_exit_done"]) == false |
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675 | Insulindian Phasmid | Good bye. A series of chirrups surrounds you, like swallows on a cliff side, as the phasmid moves its forearms -- tymbals visible on the inside of its white stalks... |
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676 | None |
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677 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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678 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_touching_hub"] == true and Variable["seafort.phasmid_talking_hub_reached"] == true |
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679 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_touching_hub"] == true and Variable["seafort.phasmid_talking_hub_reached"] == true) == false |
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680 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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681 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_reaction_next_time_will_flee"] |
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682 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_reaction_next_time_will_flee"]) == false |
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683 | Insulindian Phasmid | The arthropod follows you with its antennae. As you back off, the cracks and hisses of the tape that's come to its end grow more distant... |
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684 | Kim Kitsuragi | "It's gone..." The lieutenant looks north, with his hand raised to his brow. |
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685 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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686 | Insulindian Phasmid | IsKimHere() |
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687 | Insulindian Phasmid | (IsKimHere()) == false |
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688 | Perception (Sight) | ...and something under it! In the place it stood, bobbing there, among the reeds. A collection of items. |
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689 | Insulindian Phasmid | And just like that it's gone -- skating away across the sea's calm mirror like a skipping stone, leaving nothing but circles on the water... |
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690 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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691 | Insulindian Phasmid | IsCunoInParty() |
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692 | Insulindian Phasmid | (IsCunoInParty()) == false |
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693 | None |
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694 | You | "You didn't get the picture?" | Variable["seafort.phasmid_touching_hub"] == false |
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695 | You | "What's that -- in the reeds?" | Variable["seafort.phasmid_perc_plastic"] == true |
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696 | You | "What now?" [Leave.] |
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697 | Kim Kitsuragi | He squints. "Looks like a nest of some sort? We should have a look." |
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698 | None |
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699 | None |
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700 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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701 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_perc_plastic"] |
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702 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_perc_plastic"]) == false |
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703 | Electrochemistry | Nothing but you, a detective of the RCM, standing there with your mouth agape. |
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704 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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705 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_elchem_stand_and_stare"] |
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706 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_elchem_stand_and_stare"]) == false |
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707 | Authority | Nothing but you, a detective of the RCM, standing there with your mouth agape. |
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708 | You | "It can walk on water?" |
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709 | Kim Kitsuragi | "Apparently, yes -- like a water strider, only..." He shakes his head with amazement. "I've never seen *anything* like that in my life." |
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710 | You | What *is* that? | Variable["seafort.phasmid_perc_plastic"] == false |
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711 | You | Forget about it. It walked on water! |
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712 | Perception (Sight) | Looks like material for some kind of nest. You should search it. |
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713 | Perception (Sight) | Yes, it's light enough to do that. Keep your eyes on the prize, it looks like material for some kind of nest there. You should search it. |
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714 | Insulindian Phasmid | You're staring at me. For about three minutes now. |
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715 | You | Am I having a violent epileptic seizure? | Variable["seafort.phasmid_branch_insane_miracle"] == true and IsCunoInParty() == false and IsKimHere() == false |
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716 | None |
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717 | You | Okay good. Forget it. |
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718 | Insulindian Phasmid | It doesn't look like that. |
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719 | You | Then, I think I'm having a vision. About the final fate of mankind. |
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720 | You | What does it look like? |
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721 | Insulindian Phasmid | I already did. |
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722 | You | Okay. Just looking at the stick insect. Everything is normal. |
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723 | Insulindian Phasmid | What if it's not you? What if the three metres tall stick insect is having the vision -- while you're alone and petrified. |
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724 | Insulindian Phasmid | The creature appears to have forgiven your nerves -- for now. There it still stands, a thin ghost on stilt-like legs. Antennae hang from its head, like curled strands of human hair. |
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725 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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726 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_intro_hub_reached"] |
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727 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_intro_hub_reached"]) == false |
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728 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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729 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_main_hub_reached"] |
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730 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_main_hub_reached"]) == false |
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731 | None |
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732 | Insulindian Phasmid | Hissing and clicking, the arthropod extends its mandible-like antennae to greet you again. You're right below it, looking up at the colossal chitin of its white limbs. Its small eyes look at nothing in particular. |
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733 | Kim Kitsuragi | "No." You have rarely seen him with that face. |
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734 | Kim Kitsuragi | "We are now just another pair of crackpots who did not take a picture of the giant cryptid.... Maybe we'll get another chance? We *know* it's here now..." |
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735 | Empathy | He is *very* disappointed you didn't warn him -- or plan it with him... |
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736 | You | Approach carefully. | Variable["coast.morells_pheromone_spray"] == false and Variable["coast.morell_pheromone_spray_thick"] == false |
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737 | Cuno | "...the Insulindian phasmid," he finishes your sentence in awe. |
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738 | None |
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739 | You | "Wait, how do you know about the phasmid?" |
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740 | You | "God, Kim had a camera. Do you?" | Variable["seafort.phasmid_logic_kim_has_camera"] == true |
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741 | Cuno | "Everybody does. It's the fucking Insulindian phasmid." |
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742 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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743 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["yard.hanged_picture_taken"] |
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744 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["yard.hanged_picture_taken"]) == false |
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745 | Logic | Oh my god, *Kim* had the camera! |
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746 | You | "Cuno, do you have a camera or something?" | Variable["seafort.phasmid_logic_kim_has_camera"] == false |
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747 | Cuno | "Yeah..." He shakes his head. "I don't have a camera. That sucks about Cuno." |
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748 | Empathy | Cuno can't believe how bad he is, without a camera -- in this situation the binoclard would be superior in every way. |
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749 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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750 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_logic_kim_has_camera"] |
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751 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_logic_kim_has_camera"]) == false |
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752 | Empathy | Cuno can't believe how lame he is -- without the camera right now. Should have stolen one, a real cop would have one... |
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753 | None |
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754 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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755 | Insulindian Phasmid | IsCunoInParty() |
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756 | Insulindian Phasmid | (IsCunoInParty()) == false |
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757 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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758 | Insulindian Phasmid | IsKimHere() |
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759 | Insulindian Phasmid | (IsKimHere()) == false |
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760 | Cuno | "Wait, we have to do something!" |
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761 | Cuno | "This is so sick. It *likes* you..." The kid's mouth is agape. |
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762 | Cuno | "Fuck. Where did it go?" |
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763 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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764 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["coast.morells_pheromone_spray"] |
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765 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["coast.morells_pheromone_spray"]) == false |
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766 | Suggestion | You never had a chance. There was something off the moment you approached it... The creature didn't *like* you. |
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767 | None |
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768 | You | "Cuno... there's something there." | IsCunoInParty() |
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769 | Cuno | "A nest?" The whisper is anxious. "We can't get to it yet, don't scare it off. Maybe later..." |
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770 | Cuno | "Whoah... maybe it's poison? Fucking hell..." The kid watches you apprehensively. |
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771 | You | "Cuno. Am I having a violent epileptic seizure?" | Variable["seafort.phasmid_branch_insane_miracle"] == true and IsCunoInParty() |
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772 | Cuno | "Doesn't look like you're spazzin' out" he whispers behind you. "Cuno knows all about seizures." |
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773 | You | "What does it look like?" |
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774 | You | "Okay good. Forget it." |
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775 | Cuno | "No, quit frontin'. What's up with you? We're a team, cop." |
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776 | Cuno | "You're just staring at the giant insect." |
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777 | You | "Nothing. Just looking at the stick insect. Everything is normal." |
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778 | You | "I think I'm having a vision. About the final fate of mankind." |
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779 | Cuno | "Cool. So's Cuno -- Cuno's also having a vision of a *giant insect*. And it's *real*. Back off before it eats you..." |
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780 | None |
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781 | Cuno | "It's gone..." Cuno stares to the north. "Between those reeds there. Fucking hell it can..." |
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782 | You | "What now?" [Leave.] |
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783 | None |
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784 | You | "What's that, in the water?" | Variable["seafort.phasmid_perc_plastic"] == true |
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785 | You | "It can walk on water." | Variable["seafort.phasmid_perc_plastic"] == false |
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786 | Cuno | "The fuck..." He squints. "Is that *ceramic*? And more stuff -- like a *nest* in the reeds. We should peep it... fucking hell..." |
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787 | Cuno | "Like a water spider, or like -- one of those water walkers..." He's lost for words, just pants from excitement. "This cop shit is *insane*" |
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788 | None |
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789 | None |
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790 | None |
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791 | You | "Damn it! Damn it! I didn't get it right..." [Leave in rage.] | (Variable["coast.morells_pheromone_spray"] == true or Variable["coast.morell_pheromone_spray_thick"] == true) and Variable["whirling.bath_washed_pheromones_off"] == false |
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792 | None |
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793 | You | Have you accidentally eaten another reed-phasmid? |
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794 | Insulindian Phasmid | Yes. I once cloned myself and ate the little ones. It was winter and I woke up at the wrong time. It was an accident. |
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795 | Logic | The Deserter, he's been here for a *long* time. |
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796 | Insulindian Phasmid | It is a nervous shadow cast into the world by you, eating away at reality. A great, unnatural territory. Its advent coincides with the arrival of the human mind. |
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797 | You | Wait, what is the pale? | Variable["tc.pale"] == false |
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798 | Insulindian Phasmid | We suspect it will be something like the oxygen holocaust that wiped out anaerobic life 2.6 billion years ago -- when organisms first started breathing. Only much worse. |
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799 | You | Worse how? |
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800 | Insulindian Phasmid | Everything your eyes touch goes back there -- behind the nerve mirror. What if you blink? Are we still here? (Please don't blink). What if you misplace us all one day -- or just forget? |
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801 | Conceptualization | Instead of air, you exhale thoughts. There are no trees that eat thoughts. |
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802 | Insulindian Phasmid | So it is already happening. Soon, one of you will close your eyes -- and open them to see that none of this ever existed. |
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803 | None |
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804 | You | But I *want* to blink and undo 12 billion years of matter expansion. |
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805 | You | This is the Gloaming I've been waiting for. Ever since I woke up in the hotel room. | IsTHCPresent("apocalypse_cop") |
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806 | You | I have already forgotten the whole world once -- when I drank too much. |
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807 | You | I will be extra extra careful not to blink, stick insect. Don't worry. |
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808 | You | I don't want to know. |
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809 | Insulindian Phasmid | Also very, very dangerous. |
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810 | None |
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811 | Insulindian Phasmid | So it is *already* happening. One day, one of you will close your eyes and sigh -- and open them to see that none of this ever existed. |
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812 | You | Have I always thought this way? | Variable["seafort.phasmid_concept_air_thought"] |
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813 | Insulindian Phasmid | No -- you're only thinking it *now*. This is a revelation. |
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814 | Insulindian Phasmid | Simian butcherer... Soon, one of you will close your eyes -- and open them to see that none of this ever existed. |
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815 | Insulindian Phasmid | Please be. Or one day one of you will close your eyes and sigh -- and open them to see that none of this ever existed. |
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816 | None |
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817 | Cuno | "Yeah -- real normal. There's a giant stick insect there. Back off, before it eats you..." |
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818 | You | Of all the creatures I've met you are the kindest. |
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819 | You | I will try. |
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820 | You | No. There are no more thoughts. |
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821 | Insulindian Phasmid | A series of chirrups surrounds you, like swallows on a cliff side, as the phasmid moves its forearms -- tymbals visible on the inside of its white stalks... |
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822 | Esprit de Corps | I'll wait. I'm on standby, he thinks, his hands sweaty around the machine. |
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823 | None |
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824 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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825 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_interfacing_thinks_with_its_limbs"] |
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826 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_interfacing_thinks_with_its_limbs"]) == false |
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827 | Physical Instrument | Looks like someone's got hurt in a fight. This antennae is much smaller than the other one. |
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828 | You | Blink. (Quick.) |
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829 | Insulindian Phasmid | Please do not do that again. |
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830 | You | Of all the creatures I've met you are the most beautiful. |
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831 | You | What woman? |
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832 | Insulindian Phasmid | You cannot lie to me. Behind you it smells of fires. So awfully far you were prepared to go in her presence. End it. |
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833 | Insulindian Phasmid | Yes. For me everything is *always* normal. God is in his heaven -- everything is normal on Earth. |
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834 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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835 | Insulindian Phasmid | IsKimHere() |
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836 | Insulindian Phasmid | (IsKimHere()) == false |
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837 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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838 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_talking_hub_reached"] == true |
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839 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_talking_hub_reached"] == true) == false |
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840 | Perception (Sight) | In the reeds, where the phasmid was hiding, you see a little flash of white -- porcelain white. |
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841 | Rhetoric | He cannot believe what he's saying too much. |
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842 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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843 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_saw_helmet"] |
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844 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_saw_helmet"]) == false |
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845 | Visual Calculus | In the reeds, where the phasmid was hiding, you see a little flash of white -- *porcelain* white. |
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846 | Empathy | In some kind of strange, semi-catatonic state. |
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847 | Kim Kitsuragi | "It looks like the insect had some kind of nest there, look... Maybe it has left *some* proof..." |
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848 | Kim Kitsuragi | "Our suspect is not looking so good. We need to check on him -- also..." He points to the reeds. |
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849 | The Deserter | "What now..." the old man behind you repeats suddenly. He's put his hand into the ash -- it's dirty and black. |
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850 | Kim Kitsuragi | "Our suspect is not looking so good. We need to check on him." |
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851 | The Deserter | "What now..." the old man behind you says suddenly. He's put his hand into the ash -- it's dirty and black. |
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852 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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853 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_saw_helmet"] |
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854 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_saw_helmet"]) == false |
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855 | Empathy | In some kind of strange, semi-catatonic state. |
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856 | Visual Calculus | In the reeds, where he's pointing, you see a flash of white -- *porcelain* white. |
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857 | Cuno | "Yo, our suspect's not looking so good. We need to check on him -- also," he points to the reeds. |
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858 | Cuno | "It looks like the phasmid had some kind of *nest* there -- look. Like a hoard, man..." |
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859 | Cuno | "Yeah, grandpa's not looking so good. We need to check on him..." |
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860 | None |
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861 | Savoir Faire | Relax. Now that you *know* it's here -- how long can it hide? |
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862 | Savoir Faire | Now that you know it exists -- you can get it another day. It can't hide forever... |
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863 | Perception (Sight) | Look! In the reeds, where the phasmid was hiding -- you see a little flash of white -- porcelain white. In a nest of some sort? |
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864 | Empathy | In some kind of strange, semi-catatonic state. He's not looking so good. |
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865 | The Deserter | "What now..." the old man behind you repeats suddenly. He withdraws his hand from the ash -- it's dirty and black. |
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866 | You | (Yell.) "No!" |
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867 | Cuno | "Yo, we just saw a giant fucking insect, okay? Focus on that, not some..." He looks around. "Where'd it go?" |
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868 | You | "I shouldn't have taken a bath, the pheromone washed off!" | Variable["whirling.bath_washed_pheromones_off"] == true |
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869 | None |
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870 | You | "Damn it! Damn it! I didn't get it right..." [Leave in rage.] | (Variable["coast.morells_pheromone_spray"] == true or Variable["coast.morell_pheromone_spray_thick"] == true) and Variable["whirling.bath_washed_pheromones_off"] == false |
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871 | Half Light | It *definitely* had something to do with that! It was repelled by you, as if it was scared. |
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872 | Cuno | Your voice echoes alone on the water. The kid looks at you... |
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873 | You | "I don't understand... I *had* the pheromone...." | Variable["coast.morells_pheromone_spray"] == true and Variable["whirling.bath_washed_pheromones_off"] == false |
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874 | Cuno | "Yeah, yeah right there -- it doesn't like bein' out in the open. Shifty fuck. It's gone now, but..." He pants. "Wow." |
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875 | You | "I think it went into the reeds there, on that islet..." (Point North.) | Variable["seafort.phasmid_reaction_it_is_off"] == true |
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876 | You | "I should have taken the pheromone from Morell!" | Variable["coast.morells_pheromone_spray"] == false and Variable["TASK.find_phasmid"] == false and Variable["TASK.find_phasmid_done"] == false and Variable["coast.morell_refused_ox_spray"] == true |
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877 | You | "Damn, we should have helped the cryptozoologists." | Variable["tc.insulindian_phasmid"] == true and Variable["coast.morells_pheromone_spray"] == false and Variable["TASK.find_phasmid"] == false and Variable["TASK.find_phasmid_done"] == false |
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878 | Cuno | "Cuno doesn't know what that means -- Cuno just knows it was FUCKING GIANT. Holy hell..." |
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879 | You | "I could have learned something about the phasmid's behaviour. Searched for it with them." |
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880 | You | "Damn, I didn't know it would be *connected* to the case..." |
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881 | Cuno | "Man, quit beatin' yourself down, we just discovered a GIANT INSECT. Ain't no one done that..." He looks across the water. |
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882 | Cuno | "Yeah, cryptologist, exactly! Those are the fucks who study them. This is *unreal*, man..." He runs out of breath. |
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883 | Esprit de Corps | "He must be *really* out of it, yelling like that. Well, at least he's *alive*...." Officer Minot in the blue uniform frowns: "Jean, maybe something *happened*? He's in distress..." |
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884 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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885 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_esprit_posse_incoming"] |
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886 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_esprit_posse_incoming"]) == false |
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887 | Esprit de Corps | Three-hundred metres inland special consultant Trant Heidelstam cups his ear. Satellite-Officer Vicquemare nods to him on the jetty: "I heard it." |
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888 | You | "What now?" (Continue.) |
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889 | You | "Where did it go?" (Look North.) Can *you* see it?" | Variable["seafort.phasmid_reaction_it_is_off"] == false |
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890 | Cuno | "Between the reeds there -- it doesn't like bein' out in the open. Shifty fuck... I saw it slip in there. It's gone now, but..." He pants. "Wow." |
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891 | You | "There was a pheromone -- like an ox-spray. I had to have it on and I didn't." |
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892 | Cuno | "The fuck -- *pherone*? Man, this ain't about no phermone! This is about the *phasmid*. Did you *see* the size of that?!" |
|
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893 | Cuno | There's a big smile on his lips, like he can't believe what he's saying: "We fucking *saw* it, yo -- it was real." |
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894 | You | "What in the name of *god* was that?" | Variable["tc.insulindian_phasmid"] == false and Variable["coast.morells_pheromone_spray"] == false |
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895 | You | "You're right. It was GIANT." |
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896 | Cuno | "Damn right, we just discovered a GIANT INSECT. Ain't no one done that..." He looks across the water. |
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897 | Savoir Faire | Relax. Now that you *know* it's here -- how long can it hide? |
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898 | Volition | He's right. Dust yourself off and move on. There will be other chances. |
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899 | Esprit de Corps | We'll find it again, man. We'll get it, junior officer Cuno thinks. We'll fuckin' nail that phasmid one day. |
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900 | You | "How did it *do* that? Glide?" |
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901 | Cuno | "Damn... Cuno's read about that shit in a *book*. Cuno's booked that shit. That was, like, a secret animal. Like one of those they *think* is real but haven't seen. The Insulindian phasmid..." |
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902 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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903 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["whirling.lena_intro_midgreet"] |
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904 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["whirling.lena_intro_midgreet"]) == false |
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905 | Encyclopedia | You know who would know more -- a cryptozoologist! |
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906 | Insulindian Phasmid |
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907 | Insulindian Phasmid | Variable["seafort.phasmid_ency_cryptozoologist"] |
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908 | Insulindian Phasmid | (Variable["seafort.phasmid_ency_cryptozoologist"]) == false |
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909 | Reaction Speed | A cryptozoologist? Oh god, there was one... |
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910 | Cuno | "Yeah, it walked on water, like a water spider, or like -- one of those water walkers..." He's lost for words, just pants from excitement. "This cop-shit is *insane*." |
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911 | You | "The cryptozoologist! There was one in the bar. Maybe she knew something?" |
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912 | None |
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913 | You | "Okay, yes, you're probably right. I won't panic." |
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914 | You | "Who's gonna believe this?" |
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915 | None |
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916 | Savoir Faire | And you'll see it again. Now that you *know* it's real, how long can it hide? |
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917 | Cuno | "*Everyone*, yo! We gotta tell the *world* about this. Case solved -- insect found. We're fuckin'... master detectives or some shit. We're *good*." |
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918 | Authority | He's truly satisfied with your performance in Death Island right now. |
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919 | The Deserter | "What now..." the old man behind you says suddenly. He's put his hand into the ash -- it's dirty and black. |
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920 | Empathy | In some kind of strange, semi-catatonic state. |
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921 | Cuno | "Our suspect's not looking so good. We need to check on him -- also, man..." he points to the reeds. |
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922 | Perception (Sight) | In the reeds, where he's pointing, you see a flash of white -- *porcelain* white. |
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923 | Cuno | "It looks like the insect had some kind of *nest* there -- look. Like a hoard, or some shit..." |
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924 | None |
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925 | None |
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926 | None |
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927 | None |
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928 | None |
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929 | None |
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930 | Kim Kitsuragi | "Someone must have known about it though. Maybe there's some secret to approaching it? I have no idea... I've never heard of a species like that." |
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931 | Cuno | "Cuno doesn't know anything about it, though. Except you stink bad, which is why it left you." |
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932 | Insulindian Phasmid | ... |
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933 | Savoir Faire | The air moves through it. Its slender sticks. |
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934 | None |
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935 | None |
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936 | You | "I should have taken the pheromone from Morell!" | Variable["coast.morells_pheromone_spray"] == false and Variable["TASK.find_phasmid"] == true and Variable["TASK.find_phasmid_done"] == true and Variable["coast.morell_refused_ox_spray"] == true |
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