IN 22 YEARS, THE FIRST SHOT WILL BE FIRED. NOT A SHOT FROM A GUN -- AN ATOMIC DEVICE THAT WILL LEVEL ALL OF ME...

A buddy cop game.

Kino

EVERY WORKER -- A MEMBER OF THE BOARD!

The moralintern did nothing wrong.

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A buddy cop murder mystery in Eastern-European-Paris-New York centered around an ongoing labor dispute and re-piecing together the fucked up life of a washed up drug addled disco mad man.

I normally feel this way about murder mysteries like that but I actually didn't dislike it as much in Disco Elysium. I might have liked it more if it didn't do it but they did make a noname in the best possible way. Like you can figure out it was him even if you don't know who he is. You can figure out there is a phantom dude livign in the town doing certain shit, you can trace where the bullet came from, etc. He also ties into metaphorically being the killer ie communism killed him.

AUTHORITY [Impossible: Success] --

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a great game with a lame ending

If you are interested of multiple play though i strongly recommend going high int and mot in the first run, then high psy and phy. High int gives you more info of the world but Psy run with inland empire and shiver are the real gold.

shiver is a pretty neat ability

Roll 1-1-1-1 man for shits and giggle on first playthrough.

Shivers gives the best text.

>i strongly recommend going high int
>High int gives you more info of the world
So just like PS:T then. I already like where this is going.

You're misquoting me, Roonie. I said communism killed me. Love *DID ME IN*.

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up until the end I was thinking that I am going to replay the game again to find new details of the investigation, but seeing how it all was pointless I've lost all the desire to do so

Or just internalize 'The Litany of Contact Mike'.

"Every morning, when I step out and you're asleep behind me. I find a little piece of sadness in me. I carry it in my chest down Voyager road..."

Something stirs in you -- something *interdisciplinary*. Is it a newly formed reaction to the tyrannical gender roles around you, or something you've always had? One thing is for sure: you're not a *mild* feminist. Oh no, these are incendiary thoughts aimed at undermining the very pillars of society. Could you fashion them into some sort of *weapon*, perhaps? A first strike weapon to decapitate the XY chromosome hegemony...

the thought cabinet writings are absolutely amazing and dreadful, caustic echo fucked me up real good irl cause i was in a similar situation

The Precarious World:
>Seems like the point of this game is *victory*. The absence of defeat on all fronts. Victory in business ventures and creative undertakings. Victory in love and over other people. Political victory. Ideological victory. Hell, even sexual victory. Definitely a lot of object-based victories, too -- having things and not losing them. One problem, though: not a lot of victors in sight. Everyone’s mostly losing. Why is that? And how do you *not* lose?
>How *not* to lose? It is impossible not to. The world is balanced on the edge of a knife. It’s a game of frayed nerves. You’re pushed on by numbers and punitive measures: pain, rejection, and unpaid bills. You can either play or you can crawl under a boat and waste away -- turn into salt or a flock of seagulls. Your enemies would *love* that. Or you can fight. The only way to load the dice is to keep on fighting.

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Trivial: Failure]

Opps

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Honestly i have no idea how they managed to do it but these writings just kinda click with you, striking a cord deep in you that kind of clicking. Revacholian Nationhood is my favorite one.

>They've fucked this place. Revachol is in ruins. The kojkos and the kipts and the armataurs with their desert pygmee magic spinning tops – they've fucked it! Oranjese liberals and vespertine moneylenders too. They're all socialists, especially the women and the kipts. You have only a vague idea what this means, but it's clear that a *good strong state* must be erected upon the ruins, if any of us are to have a future. The shadowy outlines of this State start forming every time you close your eyes...

>The Revacholian State will be a serene place. (You should get a drink.) A beautiful, serene place of mystery and peace. It will not be a place for women to infect with their frailty and hysterics. Or where the Semenese will be allowed to wear their pants around their ankles. All of that will go. (Once you get a drink.) The socialist professors at the École Supérieure will be fired, the editors of Trompe le Monde will have to beg in the streets. You'll pour your beer into their begging hats and laugh. (You should get a beer.)