Adrift in an alcohol induced oblivion, the faculties of your mind speak to you.
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 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | There is nothing. Only warm, primordial blackness. Your conscience ferments in it -- no larger than a single grain of malt. You don't have to do anything anymore. |
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3 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | Ever. |
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4 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | Never ever. |
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5 | You | Never ever ever? |
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6 | You | (Simply keep on non-existing.) |
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7 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | Never ever ever ever, baby! |
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8 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | An inordinate amount of time passes. It is utterly void of struggle. No ex-wives are contained within it. |
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9 | You | This is great! |
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10 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | Yes. It. Is. |
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11 | You | Gimme some more. |
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12 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | You got it, sweet brother! Nothing upon nothing, upon nothing! |
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13 | You | I like nothing. |
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14 | You | How about you cough up some more of that sweet oblivion? |
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15 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | I know you do, baby... I know... |
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16 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | Coming right up, sir. Smooth passage... |
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17 | You | Allons-y, let's go! |
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18 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | All right. Nothingtown to Fuck-All-Borough! |
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19 | You | I want to get off now, I like pain and burning light and wanting things from people who don't want to give them to me. |
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20 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | Do you really? |
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21 | You | Don't be naive, of course not. I want to sail the inky blackness until forever ends! |
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22 | You | Look, there's *I Am Tired of Being This Type of Animal* and Who-Gives-a-Shit! |
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23 | You | A return trip to The Silence please! |
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24 | You | I do. Let me off. |
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25 | You | Let's visit the ancient Zero-Holm! |
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26 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | Not you! Your days of giving a shit and being that type of animal are over. |
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27 | Limbic System | You wouldn't like it if I told you what's back there. Why do you think you had to bludgeon yourself into oblivion? Or did you not sense yourself -- marinating? Poured so much over yourself... Got a bit *carried away* did we, chef? |
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28 | You | I don't care, I'm an idiot. A brave idiot. |
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29 | You | Tell me, what's waiting for me? |
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30 | Limbic System | There's this giant ball there. And evil apes. And the evil apes are dukin' it out on the ball. You're one of them. It's basically all just evil apes dukin' it out on a giant ball. |
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31 | You | How big is the ball? |
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32 | You | How small are the apes? |
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33 | You | That sounds like something I would like to do -- let's go! |
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34 | Limbic System | You can't even make out it's a ball, when you're dukin' it out. It's that large. |
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35 | Limbic System | Infinitesimally small. |
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36 | You | And this *dukin' it out* I keep hearing about - what's that? | Variable["whirling.dreamone_apes_counter"] >= 2 |
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37 | Limbic System | Vying for resources? It's just a stupid expression you picked up somewhere. The part of the presentation you want to take home with you is this: you have to beat the other evil apes in the face or you lose. |
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38 | You | That's sad. |
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39 | Limbic System | Yes, it is. And you drowned in that sadness a long time ago. |
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40 | You | What do you mean *drowned*? |
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41 | Limbic System | You lost. |
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42 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | Great choice, elder one. It has always been like this -- and it always will. |
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43 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | Do you want me to upgrade that into a *one way trip*, sir? |
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44 | You | Don't stop, keep singing. Sing me the song of death. |
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45 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | Somewhere in the sore, bloated man-meat around you -- *a sensation*! |
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46 | None |
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47 | You | What was that about the *ex-* something? |
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48 | Limbic System | An awareness creeps up on you. A mass lies hidden in your dead angle, soaking in some lurid, acidic sauce. It's bloated and shameful, a ball of meat surrounding you... This is a terrible line of questioning, and it will only lead to more awareness of the meat-thing. |
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49 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | There. No ball of meat, no light in the formless nothing. Just nightswimming! |
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50 | None |
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51 | You | Mother, help me, there's a head attached to my neck and I'm *in* it. |
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52 | You | Stop! I don't want to hear anything more about this *sensation*. Take me back to the formless, disembodied nothing! |
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53 | You | Who *am* I? What sort of creature does this to their own mouth?! |
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54 | You | Help! Someone! Cut my head off, it's trying to murder the rest of me! |
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55 | Limbic System | A fiery streak penetrates your skull, trying to force your eyes open. It's a sound. A clarion call from hell. |
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56 | You | Wait, I did this to myself? |
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57 | None |
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58 | Limbic System | Yes, you're one disco mother. |
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59 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | The song of death is sweet and endless... But what is this? Somewhere in the sore, bloated *man-meat* around you -- a sensation! |
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60 | Encyclopedia | Somehow you know what it is -- a Coupris Kineema motor carriage. |
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61 | Encyclopedia | The sound outside -- you recognize it. It's a Coupris Kineema motor carriage. |
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62 | You | (Plunge back into the fathomless deep.) |
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63 | You | No, I wanted to know about the ex-something. |
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64 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | Ex-love, ex-tenderness. It is foolish of you to resurface to the loss. Not after all the damage you suffered to get here, some of it irreversible... Stay, sail with me through the Abyssopelagic Zone! |
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65 | You | Allons-y! Never let me go! |
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66 | Volition | You can take it, you're a Champion! |
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67 | You | No, I am not scared, I am a Champion! | Variable["whirling.dreamone_volition_champion"] == true |
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68 | You | Okay, I'm a bit scared now. Let's go back to the dark. | Variable["whirling.dreamone_champion_est"] == true |
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69 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | Like a fly to the ointment, your conscience sticks to it. The limbed and headed machine of pain and undignified suffering is firing up again. It wants to walk the desert. Hurting. Longing. Dancing to disco music. |
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70 | You | Wait, no! I need to belittle myself instead. |
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71 | Limbic System |
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72 | Limbic System | Variable["whirling.dreamone_longroute"] |
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73 | Limbic System | (Variable["whirling.dreamone_longroute"]) == false |
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74 | You | [Open your eyes.] |
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75 | None |
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76 | None |
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77 | None |
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78 | None |
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79 | Limbic System | The stench of liquor rises from your mouth. And with it -- an *un-godly* headache. |
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80 | You | No, I want to get off now. I like pain and burning light and wanting things from people who don't want to give them to me. |
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81 | Inland Empire | Fear and apprehension... You should ask what's out there first. |
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