Composure confirms that you're a Superstar Cop.
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 | Composure | As you turn, a bright light catches your eye, making you squint. |
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3 | None |
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4 | You | Where's it coming from? |
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5 | You | [Discard thought.] |
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6 | You | "Yes." [*Really* discard it.] |
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7 | Composure | From a distant sunset? A stage light? Flash photography? Nowhere in particular? It's just what *superstar law-officers* do -- they squint at lights. And they solve shit. |
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8 | You | Actually, now that I hear *superstar* and *law official* in a sentence they sound weird together. |
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9 | You | Yeah, that's me -- I've been *establishing* my superstardom hard lately. |
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10 | Composure | Yeah, you have! You're a big dick cop. Dick Mullen. Salaam Rocky Bhai. Bad-ass, on-the-edge disco cop. Time to recede into a ludicrous fantasy world, HERE WE GO! Camera, lights... |
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11 | Composure | What are you, deaf? They're perfect! Like 'rockstar politician' and 'drug-addict teacher'. Embrace the superstardom you've worked so hard to establish. |
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12 | Composure | You sure? The light is *important*. The light is life. And destiny. |
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13 | You | You've got the wrong impression. I'm no superstar. I'm trash. |
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14 | Composure | Yeah, a cool *trash* superstar. Big dick cop down on his luck. Salaam Rocky Bhai. Bad-ass, on the edge disco cop. Time to recede into a ludicrous fantasy world, HERE WE GO! Camera, lights... |
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15 | None |
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16 | You | ACTION! |
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17 | You | Wait, what's that about a ludicrous fantasy world? |
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18 | Composure | Yeah. You know, beneath it is just heartbreak, a pulmonary tract infection, atherosclerotic disease. This is where you say *action* and re-conceptualize all that. Re-invent it as the world's first celebrity police officer! |
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19 | You | Cool. |
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20 | Composure | Sooooo cool. |
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21 | Conceptualization | This is the beginning of your *legend*. |
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22 | You | No. I'm too down beat. I won't say those things anymore. [Wave off the thought.] |
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23 | You | Fuck it -- ACTION! |
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24 | Composure | With a sudden flash the world freezes around you -- and you along with it. In an iconic monochrome solution, a black silhouette against a rasterized orange world. It's *on*. |
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25 | You | No. Fuck you! [Finish thought] |
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