Man from Hjelmdall and the Devil Woman.
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 | None |
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3 | You | Put book away. |
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4 | Man from Hjelmdall and the Devil Woman | You open the book to a random page. Man from Hjelmdall, wielding his two zweihänders, is carving through a sea of savages, his visage fixed in grim determination. |
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5 | You | Time to flip through the book. |
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6 | Man from Hjelmdall and the Devil Woman | The jacket copy proclaims: "Man from Hjelmdall returns in his most exciting adventure yet! After crashing into a strange jungle, cannibalistic natives abduct his only surviving comrade, noble Tyrbald. Before Man from Hjemdall can mount a rescue..." |
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7 | Man from Hjelmdall and the Devil Woman | "...he is ambushed by a tribe of female warriors and taken to the ancient citadel of Cloud City, where a mysterious and wicked queen rules supreme. Will Man from Hjelmdall be able to escape his dire situation and find his missing friend?" |
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8 | Man from Hjelmdall and the Devil Woman | The edges of the pages are worn and smudged. A lot of people have read about the Devil Woman's altercations with the Hjelmdall Man. |
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9 | Man from Hjelmdall and the Devil Woman | Berserker rage burns in his azure-hued eyes as he brings glory and honour to his long lost Hjelmdaller tribe from the village of Hjelmdall. The ivory giant roars like an ice bear, and the winds of Katla howl out his name. |
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10 | Man from Hjelmdall and the Devil Woman | A passage reads: "The Man from Hjelmdall looks up, his eyes blue as the mountain lakes of his homeland. He rarely speaks, but now his voice booms in the darkened throne room: 'Do not try to sap my masculine essence, wicked temptress! Son of Hjelmdall will never succumb to your seductive wiles'." |
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11 | Man from Hjelmdall and the Devil Woman | "'Thine spells are no match for purity and strength of will. Brothers of Hjelmdall stand above the vices of flesh for it is weak and corruptible, yet mine is forged in gore and strife.' Queen Lydiaana just laughs, a sultry and salacious sound, then says..." |
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12 | You | I kept hoping it would get better but the writing is terrible and repetitive. |
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13 | You | Gimme more! |
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14 | You | I've had enough. (Close the book.) |
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15 | You | Okay, got it. No need to read further. |
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16 | None |
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17 | Man from Hjelmdall and the Devil Woman | "'I have grand plans for you, Man from Hjelmdall.' She gestures her diabolical hand toward an array of potions and unguents. 'First you shall please me, then lead my armies against the vicious cannibals.' Not a muscle moves in the face of Man from Hjelmdall, yet inside there is turmoil -- this goes against all he holds sacrosanct." |
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18 | Man from Hjelmdall and the Devil Woman | What do you even know about literature, have you ever read a book in your life? |
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19 | Man from Hjelmdall and the Devil Woman | Man from Hjelmdall rides on a gilded gryffin, his golden mane billowing in the breeze. Both zweihänders sheathed on his back, he is off to war. Will he conquer his enemies? Will he conquer himself? |
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20 | Man from Hjelmdall and the Devil Woman | The steel muscles of Man from Hjelmdall gleam in the humid jungle air, yet the man does not sweat. In meditation his soul drifts in the frigid Northlands he calls home. |
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21 | You | Of course I have. |
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22 | You | Maybe, I don't know. |
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23 | You | Excuse me, I know a thing or two about critical analysis. And art. | IsTHCPresent("art_cop") |
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24 | You | Oh shit, gritty and heroic. |
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25 | You | Ugh, vulgar. (Close the book.) |
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26 | Rhetoric | It calls out to you. This is the spirit of Revachol. |
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27 | None |
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28 | None | IsTHCPresent("revacholian_nationhood") |
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29 | None | (IsTHCPresent("revacholian_nationhood")) == false |
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30 | None |
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31 | You | Let's give this a chance... |
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32 | You | "Holy shit, this is so *me*!" (Really get into the book.) |
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33 | You | Wow... this is epic! |
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34 | You | Onward! |
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35 | You | Uh-huh. I'm done. (Close the book.) |
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36 | None |
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37 | Man from Hjelmdall and the Devil Woman | In the final pages, Man from Hjelmdall mounts Galawaryn -- his mighty gryffin -- and turns his gaze to the horizon. Queen Lydiaana is dead, but an army of cannibals is storming the gates and still there's no word of trusty Tyrbald... |
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38 | Man from Hjelmdall and the Devil Woman | This is not just another book. It's Man from Hjelmdall. And it's done with you. |
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39 | Man from Hjelmdall and the Devil Woman | Write a thesis. Man from Hjelmdall is done with you. |
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40 | None |
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41 | None |
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42 | None |
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43 | Man from Hjelmdall and the Devil Woman | Man from Hjelmdall has no time for illiterates. The book is done with you. |
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44 | None |
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45 | You | Look at the back cover. |
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46 | Man from Hjelmdall and the Devil Woman | His arms, whirling like windmills, are soaked with the blood of his enemies. Mangled corpses litter the battlefield. |
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47 | Rhetoric | Good god this is some retrograde stuff. When was this shit written? |
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48 | Man from Hjelmdall and the Devil Woman | You flip to the copyright page. This book was written in '38. |
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49 | Man from Hjelmdall and the Devil Woman | To find out what happens next, you'll have to pick up "Man from Hjelmdall and the Three-Eyed Skull", available in fine bookstores everywhere, spring '39. |
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50 | None |
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51 | Conceptualization | *This* is beyond primitive. |
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