Shivers is all about being an Apocalypse Cop. Thou art the harbinger of doom, embrace thine destiny.
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 | Half Light | Tremble. THE TIME IS NOW. τὰ ὅλα. |
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3 | None |
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4 | You | What time? |
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5 | You | Am I sure it's not just a joke, or some kind of coping mechanism? |
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6 | You | This is because of the insane world-ending I've been saying isn't it? (Proceed.) | Variable["whirling.sense_apocalypse_countdown_show"] |
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7 | Half Light | Time for THE SHOW. For τὰ ὅλα. The hallowed time of fear and disintegration. A countdown has begun. All will collapse on itself. The world will disappear into a single grain of blackness. All sound will be muted. All life will scream. |
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8 | Half Light | Yes. You spoke the words of the παλίντροπος, and the houses of Perikarnassis. Items, people, even WORDS will tumble, all will lose its meaning in the coming years. That is why you marked yourself. |
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9 | Half Light | It's *totally* also a coping mechanism. |
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10 | You | Wait, wait -- when did this *countdown* begin? | Variable["whirling.sense_apocalypse_countdown_show"] |
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11 | Half Light | Monday morning. The moment you arrived in this reality. You are the first crack in the sheer face of god. From you it will spread. |
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12 | None |
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13 | None |
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14 | You | I *do* think the world might end soon. (Opt in.) |
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15 | You | Uhm... yeah, I'm going to opt out of the 'παλίντροπος' whatever it is. This was a mistake. (Opt out.) |
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16 | You | Yeah... I don't think the time is *now*. Later maybe. [Leave.] |
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17 | Half Light | No. You cannot *leave*. The countdown has not yet reached XERO. |
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18 | None |
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19 | You | τὰ ὅλα? What's that? | Variable["whirling.sense_apocalypse_countdown_show"] |
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20 | Half Light | οῦ λόγου δ' ἐόντος ξυνοῦ ζώουσιν οἱ πολλοὶ ὡς ἰδίαν ἔχοντες φρόνησιν. |
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21 | Half Light | The face of the woman fractures. There will be herd killing. We all become vapour. |
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22 | Half Light | Okay, yes. Maybe it *is* just the hangover talking. Or some kind of joke you're playing on yourself instead of working on the case... |
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23 | You | I'm... a little afraid. |
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24 | Half Light | So you should be. The world island crumbles at your feet and in the far plain -- παλίντροπος. |
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25 | Volition | Perhaps -- just a thought -- this has something to do with the hangover? |
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26 | None |
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