Conversation 412: WHIRLING F2 / DREAM 2 HANGED MAN

1. You have a conversation with the hanged man dressed in your disco outfit. 2. You find out that you have failed Elysium. THE CORRECT VERSION

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ID Character Dialogue Conditions Links
0 None
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1 None
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2 Bloated Corpse of a Drunk Do you remember the scent of your childhood?
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3 You I can get it all back.
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4 You I remember nothing.
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5 You I was born in a hospital where people usually go to die.
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6 You I don't want to come back.
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7 You What *is* this?
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8 You God... there's *another* type?
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9 Bloated Corpse of a Drunk You know who I am. I am the bad day. The one where you ask her, and then later in the streets, wandering... It's the worst day of all time, Harry dear, and it's coming. She will hear about it on the phone.
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10 Bloated Corpse of a Drunk Do you remember your wife's hand on your face?
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11 Bloated Corpse of a Drunk Reality will turn into a grotesque nightmare. This'll be the last thing you did to her. Tell me -- do you remember the love of your life?
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12 Limbic System Stinky boy.
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13 Bloated Corpse of a Drunk You're not kidding anyone, Harry. You don't remember shit. Tell me...
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14 Limbic System Oh yes, party boy. And it's *worse* than the one before! Just think of the shit you saw! Here it comes too, so soon already! A silent alarm goes off in your head, like clockwork, barely let you sleep at all... Time to get those clothes on, Harry!
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15 None
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16 You I was left.
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17 Bloated Corpse of a Drunk You're not coming back from shit! Thrashing around in that *high-conductivity state* of yours, bumping into things and acting like a *clown*. Who are you kidding?
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18 You I left.
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19 You I'm trying to solve... trying to solve this case. Variable["whirling.dreamtwo_open_case"]
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20 You TELL ME WHAT THIS IS!!! I'm not answering before you tell me who you are.
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21 None
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22 Bloated Corpse of a Drunk That's right, funky-baby, and you just stood there. One hand on the bottle and the other on your dick -- watching her go. Let it all be dragged away from you.
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23 You I can come back from this.
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24 Bloated Corpse of a Drunk What it says on the can, Harry. Answer the question.
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25 Ancient Reptilian Brain Your mind is what now? I can't hear you, the rest is just a word-dream. Jumbled up garbage. The pictures are gone, the bed rises to meet you. A thin, sleep-like state. More glass than velvet, *grinding* in your head.
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26 Ancient Reptilian Brain You'll be back in those cold snake skins in no time, sweating up the bed...
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27 You What? No!
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28 Bloated Corpse of a Drunk Oh no, funky-baby, you *stayed*. It was the rest of it that left. While you just stood there. With one hand on the bottle and the other on your dick -- watching it go.
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29 You Help me... Variable["whirling.dreamtwo_open_case"]
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30 Bloated Corpse of a Drunk Everything. The pale and the isolas -- on the surface -- the outer magnetosphere... Burning, furious truth, eight thousand years of written history.
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31 Bloated Corpse of a Drunk Tell me, where are your friends? Human beings have friends, Harry-boy. Where the hell are yours?
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32 Limbic System So-something is *wrong*. Sleep shouldn't be this bad. This dry. This un-nourishing. There's something wrong with your thoughts. Some kind of... new type of hangover...
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33 Bloated Corpse of a Drunk No, Harry. You were just talking to yourself. That's all you ever do. Even in your dreams. And the act is wearing thin, the spots of the disco ball fade around you...
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34 You You said... who?
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35 You I've seen you before... Variable["yard.hanged_vomit_hub_reached"]
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36 Ancient Reptilian Brain Help you, why? I can't hear you, the rest is just a word-dream. Jumbled up garbage. The pictures are gone, the bed rises to meet you. A thin, sleep-like state. More glass than velvet, *grinding* in your head.
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37 Bloated Corpse of a Drunk You really dropped the ball, Harry. Four point six billion people -- and you failed every single one of them. You really *fucked up*.
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38 Bloated Corpse of a Drunk They were only cramping your *descent into the abyss*. Now they're gone. Three times gone and never coming back -- all of it. You failed. You failed me.
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39 You What is Elysium?
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40 Bloated Corpse of a Drunk Do you remember the warmth of her thighs, between her legs and in her mouth?
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41 Bloated Corpse of a Drunk No. It's gone. Three times gone and never coming back. You failed. You failed me.
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42 You My mind is tired and broken. Variable["whirling.dreamtwo_open_case"]
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43 Bloated Corpse of a Drunk You failed Elysium.
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44 None
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45 Ancient Reptilian Brain You're trying to what? I can't hear you, this is just a word-dream now. Jumbled up garbage. The pictures are gone, the bed rises to meet you. A thin sleep-like state. More glass than velvet, *grinding* in your head.
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46 None
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47 Limbic System
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48 Limbic System Variable["yard.hanged_corpse_questions_unlocked"]
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49 Limbic System (Variable["yard.hanged_corpse_questions_unlocked"]) == false
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50 Bloated Corpse of a Drunk No, you haven't. You're just sleep-talking. And the act is wearing thin too, the spots on the disco ball fade around you...
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51 Limbic System Time to go to work in the shit factory!
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52 Limbic System ...