I’m Mirabelle Monet. I run the Fo’c’s’le, a boarding house for sailors. Sorry, I reserve my beds for seamen.
The genius of the hole: No matter how long you spend climbing out, you can still fall back down in an instant.
Oh ? You came back ?! I didn’t really… plan for this. Can’t actually reset the death trap. So. Ah ! Could you just jump into that pit there ? Would you just jump into the pit for me ? There ? That deadly pit ?
A DUNGEON’S DARK…
WHEN IT’S NOT LIT…
BE CAREFUL OR…
[player falls into a pit]
It ain’t no secret I didn’t get these scars falling over in church.
You… I’ve seen you… Let me see your face… You are the one from my dreams. Then the stars were right, and this is the day. Gods give me strength.
“Proceed with caution, though ill equipped and poorly trained, at close quarters Ivan makes a cunning foe who loves nothing more than to drive his rusty blade in to honest german flesh.”
Oh, don’t worry. No one ever goes there because they say it’s a ghost town. And since ghosts don’t exist, you can just focus on the landmines.
Fighting was the only thing I was ever good at, but at least I always fought for what I believed in.
Dear Brother, I do not spread rumors. I create them.
I applied my heart to know wisdom, and to know madness and folly. I perceived that this also was a chasing of the wind. For in much wisdom is much grief; and he who increaseth knowledge, increaseth sorrow.
I have no allowances for old man!
My dreams grant me no opinions of success. Their compass ventures not beyond the doors of death. But in your face, I behold the sun’s companion. The dawn of Akatosh’s bright glory may banish the coming darkness. With such hope, and with the promise of your aid, my heart must be satisfied.
All right, I’ve been thinking, when life gives you lemons, don’t make lemonade! Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don’t want your damn lemons! What am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life’s manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I’m the man whose gonna burn your house down – with the lemons! I’m gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!
I thought my duty was to protect people from the storm, but I was wrong. It’s to protect them from you.
As unlikely as your story sounds, I believe you.
When was the last time the wind said “hostiles” to you?
Yes, it’s what everyone calls me. I guess I’m partly to blame. I’ve never made it a secret that I’m actually only half Orc. I am a Lord’s son, yet I’ve been denied the noble privilege to which I am entitled. So I have become the Gray Prince, noble in my own right. Still… if I could prove who I really am, and show the world that an Orc can be noble in blood as well as deed…
Collecting evidence had gotten old a few hundred bullets back. I was already so far beyond the point of no return I couldn’t remember what it had looked like when I had passed it.
Have you seen all the rats around here? Its making me crazy! First this guy decides he’s gonna make a million, opens a fancy restaurant: Rats in a Cream Sauce, Rat Flambe, Rat Necrom with Bonemeal Gravy, Deep-Fried Rat, Lemon Rat and Wild Rice, Rat Ragu with Powdered Deer Penis. Of course, when the guards found out, they ran his sorry butt out of town, but they left the rats. Rats!