YOU - “These famous people sound like a bunch of dorks.”

HALF LIGHT - These people deserve to *die*.

INLAND EMPIRE - Investigate the blood red chair? You're going to leave it alone, Harry. That's what you're going to do.

HALF LIGHT - You suddenly feel afraid of the chair. It looks like blood is peeling off it…

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Get in the damn game already!

YOU - I'm on it, coach!

EMPATHY - Here's a son who absolutely *adores* his mother. Adorable!

SHIVERS - You're sitting on a kicksled, whizzing through the snow. A warm, kind presence is guiding the sled behind you, her mittened hand resting on your back. You feel very, very loved -- and very, very safe.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Don't forget the *moustache*.

ENCYCLOPEDIA - Right. Like all Samaran men above the age of 40, President Knezhinisky wears a truly spectacular walrus moustache.

ENDURANCE - It's breaking. You feel fractures across you. Out the cracks comes nothing at all. No king, no man, and no king's man. The cracks were all there ever was. We are a spiderweb of glass that's painful to look at.

SHIVERS - Tiny heels, tip-toeing down the road. Beautiful steps, light-footed, with a lifetime ahead of them.

DOLORES DEI - “The aerodrome is the future. It is laughter and ease…I must go.”

ENDURANCE - You're breaking. You feel fractures run across you. Out the cracks comes anger, and then nothing at all. No king, no man, and no king's man. The cracks were all there ever was.

SHIVERS - Outside night falls, the river flows by, treacle black into the Bay of Martinaise.

TITUS HARDIE - “Smartass…” He looks to his left. There's a beer there that he forgot.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Beer.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Give it time. You'll fall off the wagon sooner or later.

SUGGESTION - Other than race science, what else do you think he's into?

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Light bondage?

YOU - What about the bus stop?

SHIVERS - 312D. Young girls used to come here, huddled up, hoping for more warmth than their thin coats give them. The bus took them to school. It has not run for eight years; there were not enough girls to sustain its cost.

GARY, THE CRYPTOFASCIST - “That's basically it. I'm a pie delivery man. How about we change the subject?”

ENDURANCE - Yum. Did someone say topping pie?

ENCYCLOPEDIA - Old Filippe was also a prodigious snorter of nose candy.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Not just *any* nose candy, though. We're talking royal *Filippian* blow, allegedly twice as potent as the stuff you find nowadays. And purple, Filippian cocaine was purple.

KIM KITSURAGI - “Coal City, Le Royaume, the Burnt Out Quarter…”

SHIVERS - All of them worse than here.

ENDURANCE - Abort! Abort! No…shit, it's too late!

YOU - “OH SHIT FUCK HELL!”

EMPATHY - It's cold out here, but she's not wearing a hat! She must be freezing.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Everyone knows drugs make you invulnerable to cold. You bet this one likes to *party*.

YOU - Put the barrel in your mouth.

KIM KITSURAGI - “What are you doing?!”

HALF LIGHT - Genuine panic flies across the lieutenant's face.

PAIN THRESHOLD - You can take it. Just breathe.

SHIVERS - Music pounds through an old stave church on the coast of Martinaise. Several figures are lost in the beats, their bodies pulled this way and that by sound.

ENDURANCE - We keep it buried like a horrible secret. We feed it through the cracks in the floorboards out of a sickening sense of nostalgia. Just enough to keep it alive.

PALEDRIVER - “'There's a ghostly motorway -- it takes all the people where they want to stay'…”

SHIVERS - You feel very cold suddenly. As if standing face to face with a terrifying adversary.

EVRART CLAIRE - “You name it, they've done it. Killing little children for the Señorita Pineapple company, Harry…”

HALF LIGHT - Those Señorita Pineapple people are scary motherfuckers, decimating your state if you don't give them your pineapples.

MAN WITH SUNGLASSES - “Oh you know me…always the joker -- just can't but see the bright side. Guess I'm just pathologically a *glass is half-full* kind of guy.”

PAIN THRESHOLD - This guy is suffering from clinical depression.

YOU - I've been secretly thinking about it all this time!

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - There he is, the old boy the devil! You rascal, you!

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Party in *private*. Like you would if you ever prayed.

MAINFRAME - In its short time of existence, Fortress Accident SCA managed to burn through truly *insane* amounts of money. Eventually the damage reached 400,000 reál.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Four-hundred thousand reál?! Jommaijoo, these guys knew how to party!

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) - There's one bump on the road: a dead dog lies flat about two hundred paces away, right at the turn.

YOU - A dead dog?

SHIVERS - Tragedy came from the wheels of a fast RCM vehicle, hurrying to work.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Son, you found another piece of the armour puzzle. Too bad it's too late for the big showdown.

YOU - Don't think this helmet would have helped me anyway. (Look down at your wound.)

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - But it would have looked really impressive.