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General / Re: I hate you all [major spoilers]
« on: October 08, 2016, 11:32:30 pm »
Ok, I have been re-playing the game again, now that the reckoning of the new version is near.
And time for more backlog of lore knowledge.
Curious... Very interesting indeed.
Does it sound familiar?
I thus conclude my proposal, Theory of "Space Plague".
And time for more backlog of lore knowledge.
Curious... Very interesting indeed.
Quote from: Wasi Abdul's personal computer
W. Abdul: If they come here here, they will separate us, Wasi.
W. Abdul: I can't take this anymore I am tired and and I can brly see And you are hurting me.
W. Abdul: They will hurt you more.
W. Abdul: i just want this to end
W. Abdul: Peel the skin from your chest now. There is nothing left on your back.
W. Abdul: I cant
W. Abdul: You have to. You are not you anymore, don't you remember? Your body is a prison made of flesh. Get rid of it.
W. Abdul: i can't.
W. Abdul: You must.
W. Abdul: I can't do it why can't I just kill myself I can't take it anymore.
W. Abdul: Don't cry. Pain is but a small price for your new existence. Your freedom.
W. Abdul: i am tired I havent slept.
W. Abdul: You will never sleep again. You don't need to. You are getting rid of it all.
W. Abdul: why can't I kill myself
W. Abdul: We don't want that. We don't want your existence to end. You need to remove your flesh slowly, peel off all the outer layers. What is left is you in your purest form.
W. Abdul: i cant.
W. Abdul: It is too late. Just set yourself free, Wasi.
Does it sound familiar?
Quote from: Tchortist facility monolith
Slowly the voices rise from across the globe. They are irritated at first, and soon they grow angry, furious. But their fury becomes tempered with fear and then... pain.
Now the world is screaming and you soon realize why. Deep in your guts you can feel it - a beast stirs. Fueled with all your desires and fears, like a rabid rathound it claws with increasing fury at the inside of your skin, yelping, growling, barking.
The pain becomes increasingly intense as the moments pass. Your face and your hands become numb, and inside - only pain. You look up at the sky, it's nighttime.
In desperation your hand reaches for the stars. You have to escape or you have to cut your belly open and let the beast out, there is no other way.
I thus conclude my proposal, Theory of "Space Plague".