Sorry this is so
long in coming; it's been a draining workweek. I'll try to pick up the
pace a little in the coming week. Anyway...aiee. Gang Alley, McPherson
Square. I have not been looking forward to this. It's not like it's
really anything that different from the rest of this talky-ass game;
it's just such a long, unbroken, relatively bland stretch of talkiness
which is going to be really tiresome to transcribe. Ah, well.
Sacrifices must be made if we are to clear our names get
revenge on the Hand clear our names.
As soon as we
arrive, we automatically enter conversation with Christopher Modesta of
the Clean Machine, the black-jacketed dude off to the left. As will be
obvious soon enough, the members of the Clean Machine represent
virtues, while the Deadly Seven gang members each represent one of the
seven deadly sins. Modesta is, of course, Modesty.
Can I help you with
a murder victim named Brian Avery. We also want to ask you some
questions about Chastity Bene.
I'm sorry, I don't
know anything about a Brian Avery. And Chastity...well, she's
been...out a lot lately. Sorry.
What about here? You
Well, you might say
that. The others seem to...well, I guess they've appointed me...leader.
Well, how exciting
for you. What's going on with you and Chastity?
Well, I don't know if anything's really going on, but I think she's got
kind of a crush on Dolph Van Ittey, the Deadlies' leader. The thing is,
Chastity's so sweet and naive, she doesn't know what he's really like.
Dolph Van Ittey.
Yes, Van Ittey. What a strange coincidence that a lad born into a
family called Van Ittey would grow up to represent Pride!
What's your problem
with Van Ittey?
There's no problem. He runs his gang, and I try to lead the Cleans,
that's all. If he wants to corrupt young people who don't know any
better, that's his business. If he wants to...
We get you, kid. You
don't give a damn.
I'm sorry. It's not that I don't care. It's just that it's not my place
to do anything about it. I just try to lead by example. I mean, for
instance, if I knew that Dolph Van Ittey had some terrible secret in
his closet...something that might make the Deadlies disown him...well,
it just woulcn't be my place to uncover it. I'm just not talented
enough to investigate it.
Not like, say, some
hardnoses you might come across who're investigating a murder.
Uh, right. I mean, I'm REALLY sorry that I'm not able to, because I
suspect Dolph's hiding the kind of information that might bring him
down, even break up the Deadlies.
Can it, kid. I'm beginning to understand how a wimp like you got to run
this outfit...but look, what's in it for us? I mean, if we dig up some
dirt on Van Ittey, that's great for a power-mad little dweeb like you,
and it'll probably make Chastity wise up, too. Then, if she's dumb
enough to fall for your act, that's her business. But there's got to be
something in it for us if we're gonna mess with those psychos across
What? What do you
mean? I'm sorry, but I don't understand you.
You understand him, kid. He's saying we'll dig up whatever it is Van
Ittey's hiding if you give us the scoop on Brian Avery. We know you
know more about his murder than you're letting on.
I'm sorry, what was
his name again? Brian Amory?
I'm gonna have to
hit him. Let me hit him, Rach.
Get online, killer.
Last chance, kid: Avery. The name is Brian Avery.
Oh, BRIAN! I'm sorry, I must have misunderstood you. Yes, I knew Brian.
But I'm not sure I have what you need. I mean, I'd have to...think
about it. But I'd have time to do that for you while you're, uh, doing
what you said you were going to do about Dolph.
Sounds like we already got a deal. C'mon, Rach, let's get started
before I have to give this kid a real reason to say "sorry" all the
Alley: Some sort of demilitarized zone has been established in this
alley between the headquarters of the Cleans and the Deadlies. That
doesn't prevent them from hurling dirty looks and epithets across the
space, however, and the air is charged enough to make the hair stand up
on the back of your neck, as if just before an electrical storm.
Modesta (leftmost): A young man wearing a modest outfit apparently from
the Salvation Army store, although it's color-coordinated and has
fresh, meticulously sewn patches.
Bene (white top): A young woman uneasily eyes the youths on the other
side of the alley. She is a collection of nervous tics and gestures as
she chain-smokes cigarettes.
Dolph Van Ittey
(purple jacket): A boffo musclehead reigns supreme over
the Deadly Seven's street hangout. He is adept at sneaking frequent
glimpses of himself in windows and finding the excuse to gesture with
rippled arms. Simply an arrogant son of a bitch.
McGrath (rightmost): His veins strain even in repose, although repose
is most decidedly not his natural state...or even a place he's visited
Talk to Chastity
What're you looking
at? Stop staring at me like that!
We aren't staring at
Yeah, right. Like
this guy's not just staring at my breasts.
That's not really
It's not like I
don't have a sex drive or that I'm not attracted to men.
here tells us that you and the fellow across the street had a thing
That would seem like a "thing" to him. He blushes just shaking a girl's
hand. Yeah, Dolph and I went out a few times. Pissed everybody off on
both sides of the alley.
Guess it didn't work
Same old story for me. Things were about to get hot and heavy, and I
just couldn't go through with it. Maybe I was lucky. I don't know how
any woman could put up with that arrogant SOB. Look at him, with his
chest thrust out and his nose in the air. God, but he is good
For some reason we
get a conversation choice here, though there's only one option to
explore at this time.
those two across the alley?)
Dolph's the leader of the Deadly Seven. They think they're above the
law, think they're too good to obey the Hand. That's Blood McGrath next
to Dolph. Be careful with Blood. Most of the Deadly Seven are poofs,
but he's a killer. He's the only one that scares me.
Gideon. If you want to go out later, I'm a safe date.
Talk to Dolph
Well, look what Squeaky Clean Tours just dropped off. On a little
vacation to Sinworld, folks? Mr. and Ms. America visit the dark side of
our urban nation? You guys bring cameras or what? Dolph would make a
helluva slide show back home to show at the next card club.
I guess if you put
an air hose up somebody's rear end, Gideon, eventually a bubble's gonna
make its way to their brain.
That's some mouth on
that one, mister. Hope she puts it to good use.
What could she
possibly see in this guy, Gid?
always the possibility that she's just not real bright.
Hey, who's not real
bright? Who you talkin' about?
I think you
know...and you wouldn't like us to spell it out for you right here,
Yeah, I know who you mean, but keep it down. Any chick that I got
somethin' going with, well, that ain't for all my people to know. These
guys aren't all about love and shit. They're the edge, man. I come
across lookin' soft in front of the Deadly Seven, my rep will go to
hell along with my soul.
Talk to Dolph
Why do you losers
keep comin' back? Can't you guys, like, take your eyes off me or what?
Talk to Blood
Don't even come close to me, man, don't even think about it! I hate it
when people get too friggin' close to me. I wanna just take 'em out,
man. Just like I'm gonna do with the friggin' Clean Machine; I mean, I
wanna blow them to kingdom friggin' come!
Easy, Gid. This
guy's like nitroglycerine; you don't want to rattle him.
Uh, I don't know how
to break this to you, Rach, but the guy appears to be rattled already.
That's another thing I friggin' hate! Whispering! The only friggin'
quiet I like is that moment of silence right before ignition.
I think he's a
little hard of hearing.
wrong with my friggin' hearing, you dumbshits.
We'd like to ask you
a few questions.
I knew it, I friggin' knew it. You two have that look that says
friggin' enforcement, man, or virt revo squad, or some shit like that.
Man, I hate that when I see it on somebody.
You know, it's guys like this that give us professional, hardworking
bombers a bad name. You two go ahead and let me stay behind and give
this guy a little personalized lesson. I mean, he's gonna blow himself
up someday; I know this kind of guy, he's gonna want to taste it
someday, I just know it! Why make him wait? I could do it for him now.
No, Cynna. We don't
operate that way.
Yes we do! I mean,
Believe me, I'd like to, but like you say, he'll buy it someday. Let's
just hope he's by himself. C'mon, we've got to keep moving.
Look, kid, just tell
us what you know about Brian Avery.
And leave all the
sick evil shit out.
Watch it, asshole. I could stick a flyweight filter demo on you, you'd
never know it! Delayed motion timer, you'd blow up just walking down
the street! Nobody's innocent, man!
Hell no! OK, OK, OK...you want to know about Avery, man? I'll tell you
about Avery; he was playing both sides of the fence, supplying me, my
enemies, even the Cleans with whatever they wanted.
He supplied the
Cleans with explosives?
Fireworks for a party. That and some other stuff that didn't go boom.
Petty, petty stuff man, all of it. I mean, man, I ought to give the
Cleans a taste of what he really had! I'm thinking about it, too. Man,
some of them...like that friggin' Chastity, thinks she's so holy...but
she's no better than anybody else. But things are coming, man, great
things are coming!
I oughtta take you
out now, do the world a favor.
Try it, man, just
try it! I got this space wired. I could incinerate you before you got
anywhere near me!
Back off, Gid!
Yeah, back off,
That takes care of
everyone out in the Alley itself. The dialogue in the Deadly Seven HQ
changes after you talk to the guys in the Clean Machine house, so we'll
go meet the Seven first, to get their pre-Clean dialogue.
Clubhouse: The front room of the Deadlies' clubhouse, where
they attempt to impress upon visitors that they don't give a damn.
Maybe it's the foot table, or the furniture covered with skins from
endangered species...the ultimate statement seems to be as glaring as
the neon sign: the Deadlies consider themselves the garish light of the
Prophet (left): A smooth-talking, risk-taking
hacker/finagler/wheeler-dealer who sleeps with one eye open and one ear
cocked for the sound of change. She's street-smart; it's just that the
street is Wall Street.
Covett (middle): In clothes that are stylishly funky, this well-coifed
young man has beady eyes that never seem to quit flicking around the
room. It seems like he's checking out people's shoes, their watches,
their jewelry...even though the stuff he's wearing is obviously top of
Sex (couch): Electric Sex is gazing out the window into the alley. Her
look suggests that she's done it all and is looking for something more.
Talk to Prophet
Get lost! I only
talk to money. Money, money, money. You two don't look like money. You
look like a not-for-Prophet enterprise.
Psh, fine. You can
access a horse-racing minigame through Laura once you've got enough
money to get her attention, and later in the game, there's even a way
to rig it, but you'll get all the money you'll ever need through story
events, so there's no real point unless you really, really like
watching numbers go up.
Talk to Covett
Nice belt you got on
That's why I love
him; he's such a fashion plate.
where'd you get it?
He stole it from
somebody's laundry basket. We figured anybody who would WASH a leather
belt didn't deserve it.
No, REALLY, what'd
you pay for it?
Look, how about we
resist beating you up for being weird, and you give us some information
You don't scare me! The Deadlies risk eternal damnation every day; you
think I'm scared of you? ...Although those are pretty wicked kick boots
you've got on. I might be willing to chat in return for you giving me
My bet is he doesn't
know anything. Do you, kid?
What's your point?
...Is that shirt a Senor Milardo?!
See? He's too busy
trying to score all the time. C'mon, let's move on.
Talk to Covett
Those ARE pretty
wicked-looking kick boots you've got on!
Oh, cripes, it's the
fashion monger. Get lost.
Talk to Electric
In Electric Sex's
talking animation loop, she keeps pulling her vest open and whipping a
boob out. 3D-rendered nipple was a pretty surprising sight in a 1994
mass-market computer game, though the endless, rhythmic repetition made
it look like some sort of weird physical compulsion.
I see you've been
makin' friends fast around here. Mmm, mmm. Come, lemme get a good look
You're really taking
a chance. You know, promiscuity is a one-way ticket to a dark afterlife
Oh, open your minds! Whate are you holding onto that old righteousness
for? What'll it getcha? Think your feeble attempts at morality will
spare you from the fire and ice? Listen, we're all in for it, and this
is our one chance to catch a little bit of heaven while we still can!
We've still got a
few more things to finish up in this plane before we're ready to face
I have to admit I
kind of like Electric Sex (not to be confused with "I kind of like
electric sex"). She's relatively friendly, and hers seems a mutual,
harmless enough sort of hedonism.
Talk to Electric
Maybe we could talk
if you guys actually did something around here besides gawking like a
couple of kids on a field trip.
That door in the
background leads back into the alley; there's another exit off the
bottom of the screen, leading to the Rec Room.
Rec Room: Where the real business of the Deadlies is
conducted: drinking, lounging, listening to death rock at levels
guaranteed to make your ears bleed, and watching illegal porno vids.
Bacchus (center): A plump, boozy young woman avoids the glares of the
young man lounging on the sofa. The smell of gin surrounds her.
Reclining on an old couch. From the looks of things, the couch was new
when he first sat down.
Talk to Barbara
You wouldn't be
packing something I can hit on, would you?
What are you talking
about? Hit what?
A little drink, a dust buster, a phlegm cutter. I've got the vermouth,
the bitters, a dozen fruit juices, everything but the gin.
Not our problem,
girlie. Do your own shopping.
I've learned THAT lesson. That lazy bastard Languo volunteered to get
me a bottle when he saw me about to exhaust my last fifth, 'cept he's
hardly moved from that sofa to get it.
He's got the hots
If you can call it
hot. What's he think any woman would see in him? He says he wants me,
but he don't try too hard to get me.
single-option dialogue menu appears.
worried about violence with the Clean Machine?)
Help us out, and
we'll enroll you in the Beers of the World club.
Oooh, I'm crazy for Angor Steam, just the right mix of pale and bitter!
Damn straight there could be violence. Blood McGrath could do the
psycho at any moment, Dick Covett would die if somebody were wearing
nicer shoes than he was, and I might throttle Lector if she recommends
one more diet course or sends the cops over here again looking for my
Why stay so close to
each other? Why not move away?
Let them win? This is our home too! And don't think we haven't tried to
make peace. Few months ago we had a sitdown. Idea was to eat a big meal
together and work out our problems. We were at each other's throats;
whole thing ended with us throwing food at each other and Blood McGrath
threatening to burn the Cleanies' house down.
At least I stole
Stefan Benevolus's smokes.
A Cleanie smokes?
Seems out of character.
He doesn't. They
were a peace offering from Prophet, and Stefan was too polite not to
Talk to Barbara
You sure you don't
have a shot of SOMETHING on ya?
Talk to Languo
Oh god, Languo. I
love this guy. Enormously fat dude constantly eating a seemingly
inexhaustible sandwich...you'd think Gluttony, right? Nah, that's
Barbara Bacchus. Languo represents Sloth, and as soon as you hear him
start talking, you get it immediately: he's a huge goddamn stoner. No
wonder he's always eating and doesn't want to get up off the couch.
Anyway, he's really pretty amiable, and his fantastically baked voice
characterization makes him one of my favorite characters in the game.
Hey, how's it
What, are you on
guard duty or something?
Huh? Oh, I get it. Right, man, right. I'm keeping an eye on things.
Used to be a holovision here, man, right where you're standing.
So you see a lot of
what goes on around here, then? Maybe you could answer a few questions?
Go ahead, man, fire away. It's cool. I wasn't doing nothing anyway,
just sitting around trying to think where I could get a still for
Yeah, man, she likes to juice it a little bit, but I don't care. Makes
her look kinda sexy, you know? So like, I thought, if she had her own
still, man, she'd look, like, even more so, man. So that's what I wanna
do, man, is get her a still. Put it right here next to the couch, we
Simmer down there a minute, Speedo. You gotta answer some questions.
The way you're planted on that couch, I figure you know something about
the comings and goings of this place. I figure you could tell us
something about Brian Avery.
Huh? Oh yeah, Brian. I know about Brian. I mean, like, I know some
THINGS about Brian, but I can't talk to you about him now, man. I got
to scope out this still situation.
What? Look, do you
even have any idea where to get a still?
No, man, that's the
problem. I mean, like, I'd have to get up...and go do some
hunting or something, I guess.
Look, if we get you
a still, will you tell us about Brian?
You'll find me a
If you'll talk!
assembled, right? Like, ready to go?
Cripes, we better go
find this thing before he asks us to throw in a sandwich machine.
Tank to Languo
You got the still
yet, man? No? Look, don't interrupt me, man, I'm thinking.
That door back in
the corner takes us to Dolph's bedroom.
Van Ittey's Room: The meticulous condition of the place might make you
think that Van Ittey is a neat fellow. The canopy bed might make you
think he's somewhat prissy. Go with the canopy bed.
Ittey's Computer: Dolph Van Ittey's system is logged on.
Aw, crap. Um...
STOP ALL THE
Oh, well. We'll get
this password a little later.
Anyway, that's all we can do with the Deadly Seven for the
moment, so let us take our leave and go visit the rest of the Clean
Clubhouse: Looking like some college lounge that's gone
through a half-hearted effort to be turned into a reception office,
this is where the Cleans hold their organizational meetings, meetings
that invariably turn into little more than pep rallies to "get out
there and do good".
(pink): This pleasant young woman is a welcome sight after the company
you've been keeping lately.
Believe it or not, it's been said that people like Drip are going to
inherit the earth.
Talk to Drip
Sorry, didn't mean
to scare you.
Oh, uh, no, it's all
right. I've been a little jumpy lately.
with the murder and all.
The murder? Oh, right, I'd forgotten that! I was thinking more about
this...phew...woman, with the Sevens. She's, uh, kinda been after me.
So what's so bad
Gideon! I think I'll
do the asking here. Who is it, kid?
Cripes, you kids give yourselves kind of...hopeful names, don't you?
Well, in any case, kid, you're on your own with that little problem. We
wanted to ask you if you happened to know anything about that murder we
Uh, no, I haven't
really been around here much.
Get a grip, kid,
don't let a woman tell you what to do. Just tell her what's what and...
Gideon, let's go.
Coming, dear! Good
Talk to Drip
Settle down, kid.
We're doing what we can. Your hormones aren't exactly at the top of our
Talk to Gracie
The Hand of God and the hand of friendship are always extended here,
friends. Do you need a meal, a place to wash up, a bed to rest in? You
two look as though you've spent too much time on these dirty streets.
Thanks for the offer, but we're not so bad off that we need a
missionary. I know I'll be sorry for asking, but what's up with her and
the other Cleans?
I'm not sure why
Gideon asks about "her" out of the blue here. He's talking about
Temperance Lector, who we haven't met yet. Maybe the writers assumed
you'd talk to Temperance first, but that's a pretty weird assumption,
given that Temperance is in the next room and most people will probably
talk to everyone sequentially like we're doing.
She acts like she's the leader around here, and she treats the rest of
us like we were soldiers in her army. Anyone gets out of line and wham,
she's down hard on them. Take poor Drip, for instance. He's as kind and
self-effacing as can be. He wouldn't hurt a living soul, and he doesn't
ask anything for himself. You'd think that just this one time,
Temperance would allow him a rare indulgence, but no! She has to ruin
Again, I know I'll
be sorry, but what's she doing to the poor guy?
Well, Drip is so quiet and shy, he has an awful time with women.
Somehow, and really, it's just the most unlikely match, but he and
Electric Sex have become something of a...well, I think "item" is too
strong a word, but, well, you know. But Temperance has threatened to
reveal their affair if they try anything. Oh, you don't know Drip; he'd
just shrivel up and die if anyone knew about him and Electric Sex.
She's so flamboyant, so indecent, so...exposed! If only there was
someplace else for them to go, a room that wasn't in the Clean or
Deadly brownstone. If someplace else was accessible to them, it would
be easier on Drip and less likely that anyone would discover what they
That might work, but
Temperance could still find them out.
I've thought about that too, and though it pains me to hurt anyone, we
might be able to block Temperance from being so mean to Drip.
And I've no doubt
that we fit into your plan somehow.
Well, yes, you do, actually. You see, I know her one weakness. There's
a line of, well, smutty comic books published by a company named
Erotix. I once accidentally discovered a cache of these comics in
Temperance's room. If you bring her more comics, then I'll have some
leverage over here, and she'll leave Drip and Electric Sex to go about
That sounds like
blackmail. Not a very "Clean" thing to do, is it?
demands we get a little dirty.
Talk to Gracie
Drip can't wait forever. You've got to come up with some comics for
Temperance. How hard can it be? You two look like you must have
connections. Do something! Hurry!
Oh, dude. Never
mind the investigation of Brian Avery; we must make it our holy
mission to get Poindexter not only laid, but super-laid
with the local incarnation of Lust. We'll want to see who's in the
meeting room first, though. Hang in there, Drip!
Machine Meeting Room: The inner sanctum of the Cleans, this is where
they spend most of their time together, listening to music and holding
all-night heart-to-hearts about how to change the world and uphold the
dictums of the Imperator.
(left): She's that person in the office who's there when you come in
and there when you go, yet always seems rested, relaxed, and on top of
things. In clean clothes, too.
Benevolus (middle): Looks like an off-duty priest from the barrio, but
acts more like he's an on-duty minister in a suburb of well-adjusted
rich folks: a beatific demeanor with a beatnik exterior.
Lector (right): A young, impeccably neat and well-mannered woman
examines a group of pamphlets and fliers espousing the Hand's edicts.
Talk to Stefan
You look a little, well, aghast at things here. I understand. The
situation must seem odd to you, the way we live in such close proximity
to our rivals. It's very Zen, really. See, the Deadlies and the Cleans
need each other; it's like yin and yang.
Geez, Rach, I guess
that guy was what you call a liberal, huh? None of these people bother
Stefan Benevolus is
the only member of the Clean Machine or Deadly Seven who has absolutely
no relation to any puzzle or quest flag. He's just kind of there,
presumably for flavor and gang-balance.
The Hand's message is one of discipline and self-correction. We must
purify ourselves of weakness and sin, and resist the seduction of
technology, the urge to elevate the mechanical over the human. Only
then can we serve the state and God.
Ram it, sister. We
played by the Hand's rules long enough. Try evangelizing us and I'll
bust you one in the jaw.
I shall not be baited by an unbeliever! Solene Solux's divine power is
evident in his mastery over the gates of hell. I need look no further
than across the street to witness the wages of sin. The Deadly Seven
flaunt ther irrestraint and think they can sin with impunity, but they
will pay for their iniquity!
Listen, Lector. Not that we really give a damn whether you and the
Deadlies blow each other up, but how about cutting Drip and, uh,
Electric Sex a break? What possible harm can a little affection cause?
Electric Sex is as sinful as her name implies. She and the Deadlies
will convert to the Hand's doctrines, or face the just anger of Solene
No chance of your
easing up, just this once?
There is nothing on
this planet that can shake my adherence to the values that are at the
core of my beliefs. Nothing!
Talk to Lector
Do not attempt to persuade me of the merits of Electric Sex and Drip's
liaison. Sin and evil cannot be masked by well-phrased argument.
Talk to Phrackie
to represent Diligence, I think.
Something I can help
you with? I'm pretty involved in something here. I...
Funny you put it
that way. We wanted to ask you about something else you were pretty
involved in. Guy named Brian Avery.
Brian and I are a
thing of the past. Our romance...well, it just wasn't an efficient use
of my time.
With all the
attention, maybe he killed himself.
Can it, Cynna. Not
everyone is responsible for their own death.
You're a riot,
Rachel. I hope you're taking notes. Put too much pressure on a man, and
you could lose him.
C'mon, you two.
Look, was there
anything else about Brian? Did any of his gun running ever bring him
into direct contact with the Hand?
Honest, I really wouldn't know. Why don't you go bribe some
Transgressions officials or something? That might be a better use of
would take some money, I believe, and we lost our jobs recently.
Well, why didn't you say so? I could help you with that. As part of our
battle against evil, I've been figuring out some ways to deplete the
coffers of our enemies, the Deadlies. I think I've found a way to jack
into Dick Covett's bank account. He's somebody who could really learn a
lot from impoverishment. I'd just have to run a RAP on his bank
"Run a RAP"?
Yes! Don't you know
what "RAP" means?
Uh, yeah, sure. It
was some kind of poetry about, uh, a thousand years ago or something.
Not exactly. In this
case it means "Rapid Assessment Program".
So, you interested?
Granted, Covett is
kind of a dick, but this seems kind of unwarranted.
So the ethical
thing would be to decline. I have no idea what that FINIS is about.
Maybe some other
time. We could really use the dough, but our first priority is to get
info on Avery. Thanks anyway.
Talk to Phrackie
Oh, my, you're back, but I'm right in the middle of something...got to
type up the new Hand pledge, then...oh, what the heck. This Covett
thing's got to be done. You really want me to do it?
On the other hand,
we need some money for Dr. Clean's lockpick, and there's no other way
to get it. As far as I know, the only other way to make money in Hell
is by placing bets with Laura Prophet, and she won't let you that until
you have Covett's money in the first place, so...e-larceny it is!
Yup. We're having
trouble getting anything done without some green to paint the way.
OK, then, let's give
Covett's bank account a spank and see if it hollers.
Holy cow, you did
Well, I couldn't quite get it all...only about a hundred thousand
dollars. Some of it seems to have been seized by the bank's computers
when they realized the account was being emptied; they've got a
vigilance program that's practically an AI. He must have had some loans
or something they were afraid he was skipping out on. Either way,
though, he's cleaned out, that's for sure.
Thanks, Phrackie, and don't worry. Somebody better than Brian will come
along someday, somebody who'll appreciate your hard work.
All right, then.
We're going to need a still for Languo, porn for Temperance, a hideout
for Drip and Sex, and the password to Dolph's computer...so next time
on IPAT: Hell, fetch questing!
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Holy crap! Hell:
A Cyberpunk Thriller: A Novel! I don't read much
sci-fi, but it seemed pretty OK to me, at least as video game
adaptations go. The author obviously has a lot of fun with the demons;
Mr. Beautiful is particularly Mafia'd up, and Sanguinarius lays on the
Army talk with a trowel. I'm mostly just amazed this exists.