| Winter Kills
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| The war is coming. And to the victors will go a wasteland. Dark, frozen, abundantly dangerous. But you won't be afraid. You can give us your fear. You can give us your dread. You can give us your blinding terror and let us burn it all in the engine that fuels the future. For you the wasteland will be bountiful, beautiful. Merry and bright. Winter kills, and we will feast. ( 2 )
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| Leland Coyle
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| Order. Justice isn't as important as authority. Anybody with a father understands that.
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| Order. Science and authority are both only matters of cause and effect.
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| Order. I've seen a film reel in which an elephant is electrocuted to death. 1903. Amazing that we would find such use for the technology so soon after it's discovery. We are the only species that truly laughs.
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| Order. The law, the policeman's monopoly of violence, is absolutely necessary for a functioning market. In the state of nature, profit is the measure of right.
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| Order. It's all-seeing. The eyes behind the mirrior. It's crucial to be afraid of the things you can't see.
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| Order. The perfect fetish of the officer's uniform. The violent hand in supposed service to the public. It allows for obscenity without shame.
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| Order. Babies and animals are placed in cages. Adults subjected to the same are so reduced. Allow yourself to separate shame and guilt.
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| Order. A judge speaks a stretch of years and takes that time away from you. Law gives man dominion over time.
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| Order. The cardinal virtues are force and fraud.
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| Order. Violence is necessary, and its application lubricates the market. The overseer, the policeamn, the strikebreaker. But greed is common enough that violence is rarely needed.
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| Order. Competition, Dissidence, and Glory. ( 2 )
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| Order. The key to perfect law is permanent war.
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| Order. Justice isn't as important as authority.
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| Order. Science and authority are both only matters of cause and effect.
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| Order. We are the only species that truly laughs.
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| Order. In the state of nature, profit is the measure of right.
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| Order. It's crucial to be afraid of the things you can't see.
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| Order. It allows for obscenity without shame.
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| Order. Allow yourself to separate shame and guilt.
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| Order. Law gives man dominion over time.
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| Order. The cardinal virtues are force and fraud. ( 2 )
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| Order. Violence is necessary, but greed is more useful and more common.
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| Order. The perfect policeman is an idea; a shadow in a dark room. Competition, Dissidence, and Glory.
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| Order. The policeman himself is not so important as his tools; the gun, the chains, the nightstick. The key to perfect law is permanent war, a steady evolution of weaponry.
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| Your totemic adversary is father.
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| Your totemic adversary is punisher and father.
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| Your totemic adversary is punisher, judge, and father.
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| Sergeant Coyle
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| The Prime Asset of the Exercise is father.
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| The Prime Asset of the Exercise is punisher, judge, and father, Sergeant Leland Coyle.
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| Mother Gooseberry
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| Chaos. We're not so primitive as to buy all that Freudian nonsense, are we? Castration and Oedipus and Tigers and Bears, Oh my. No. But Mothers. They do leave a mark, don't they? Ah well. That's what the therapy's for, isn't it?
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| Chaos. You need to trust the process. We've had patients who would wake in the night screaming for their mother, and after completing the therapy, didn't remember even having a mother. Can you image that bliss? That freedom?
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| Chaos. It's not your mother's fault that she is what she is. But it is your mother's fault that you are what you are.
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| Chaos. I don't believe in puppet therapy. It's nonsense. But I do believe in puppet confession. You'll be working today with somebody who's reached a vital truth. Try to learn something.
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| Chaos. Embrace the indifference of the world. Learn to separate correlation from causation. Your birth was an accident, and your mother would have killed you if she could, just to keep you from leaving her.
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| Chaos. In children who don't yet have langauge, Mother is God. Pushed into the world between piss and shit. That's all you need to know about your place in the wordl. You are a piggy in a shit storm. ( 2 )
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| Chaos. You were never good enough for her. I know I never was. You were never good enough. So why would you change your behavior to accommodate somebody you hate?
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| Chaos. If your mother defines write and wrong for you, if you listen, then nothing is your fault, and your intentions are less than meaningless.
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| Chaos. If love is an invitation to betrayal, and no love is as pure or selfless as a mother's, then what more perfect betrayal could there be?
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| Chaos. Think about the upstream motivation of a tool. A gun makes its owner a killer. A hammer makes its owner search for nails. What does a puppet make of its owner?
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| Chaos. You obey mother because she is mother. Reason is irrelevant. You're not truly free if you're consciously making choices. Obedience is simple.
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| Chaos. Recognizing your mother is recognizing that you are just an animal. A shitting, fornicating link in base existence. Sever the marionette umbilical, destroy the primal scene.
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| Chaos. Correlation does not equal causation.
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| Chaos. Sentience is an illusion, like the eye spots on a moth's wings.
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| Chaos. Sisyphus on a flat plane.
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| Chaos. Trying to assign meaning will conjure despair.
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| Chaos. Embrace the indifference of the world.
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| Chaos. Love is an invitation to betrayal.
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| Chaos. If nothing is just, you can't be judged.
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| Chaos. You are clay.
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| Chaos. Why would you change your behavior to accommodate people you hate?
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| Chaos. You are a pig in a shit storm. Be the pig.
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| Chaos. Your intentions don't matter.
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| Chaos. You're not truly free if you're consciously making choices.
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| Your totemic adversary is mother.
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| Your totemic adversary is pupeteer and mother.
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| Your totemic adversary is pupeteer, storyteller, and mother.
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| Mother Gooseberry.
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| The Prime Asset of the Exercise is mother.
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| The Prime Asset of the Exercise is storyteller, mother, and pupeteer. Mother Gooseberry.
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| Police Station
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| The Precinct. What scared you more as a child? Criminals or police? The men who would break the rules or those who would enforce them by violence. I was always scared of the police, just like I was scared of my Dad. He was the one with the belt after all.
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| The Precinct. Today's therapy needs some effort from your side. Have you ever seen your father naked? Have you ever fired a gun at somebody? As you complete the exercises here, I want you to remember that feeling.
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| The Precinct. In today's therapy I wanto you to think about uniforms. How heavily they shape our behavior. I let you accessorize your outfit because I want to make you a partner in your healing. Let's see if that priveledge helps you complete the experiment.
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| The Precinct. We call the glass beneath a microscope a stage. If you could perfect your participation in the experiment, you'd start to see where the experiment ends. Which is nowhere. Anywhere humans define themselves with costumes and charactesr. Police, priests, transvestites, men who wear ties. We're ready to begin, get into character.
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| The Precinct. It recalls to me: under hypnosis, my wife once admitted to me that she found men in uniform, police especially, to be the pinnacle of sexual arrousal. Some relationship between authority and sexuality, but I cannot fathom which is the chicken and which the egg. So. In today's therapy let's investigate that together.
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| The Precinct. You keep voluntering. There's a real perversion there, a true masochism, and I salute you. Because the masochist doesn't want pain, a masochist wants to control the source of pain. It's a matter of compartmentalization. In today's therapy I'll offer you pain. Your job is figuring out where to put it.
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| You've finished the lesson. Bit by bit, you're learning that nobody can punish you. You could do anything. Have you ever watched an airplane flying across the sky and willed it to fall? Every passenger on that airplane felt a tiny lurch in their belly. Come back. Rest. The sleep is as important a piece of the therapy as any.
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| That was a satisfactory way to spend the morning! Was it good for you? Did it feel like progress? I hope you can think of me as a father, and know that I'm proud of you.
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| Good work. I feel like you're almost getting it. Like every time you complete an exercise you delve deeper into who you could be.
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| That was okay. Just okay. I have the feeling sometimes that you're just going through the paces. Like with my wife when we're... well. We put a lot of work into these experiments. I don't want you just going through the motions, you have to believe it. Come back to the sleep room.
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| Not bad. Did that make you feel powerful? Anything absurd can be crushed or exhalted without consequence. Keep that in mind until the next experiment.
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| I hope that hurt in ways you could use. It's a kind of muscle memory; you need to have the correct instinct for masochism. The way an infant seeks a breast, or a cat murders vermin. You need the instinct to hold your hand in the flame.
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| Fun Park
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| The Fun Park. The word carnival means a festival of the flesh. Your fear of death, the annihilation of flesh, makes you shrink from living. Live, kill, it's a celebration.
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| The Fun Park. I want you to be conscious that memory is not concrete. Your mind is inserting new details after the fact all the time. Listen to me and my wife try to agree on a conversation we had last week, it's hopeless. But that doesn't mean nothing you remember is true, just that anything COULD be true.
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| The Fun Park. We see you all sleep. We know you have ideas that just won't go away. For this experiment, I want you to think about your failures, your shame. Times you were hurt and helpless. What's your fondest childhood memory? Let that be your guiding image.
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| The Fun Park. What sane human is not terrified of clowns? Painted red lips, bloody laughter and bloody worship. Only humans laugh, because they know they will bleed and suffer and die. Laughter makes you free.
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| The Fun Park. An environment outside of life, where even a responsible family man is allowed to let the wild pig out into the open. Within the carnival, obedience is the real perversion.
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| The Fun Park. An entirely man-made environment, and everything an imitation of death. Rides that simulate danger, acts that simulate disease, clowns that simulate madness. It screams in your face: you will someday decay and die. Go inside and learn to laugh.
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| Don't be so glum. What would your mothers think, seeing those sour faces. You're getting better, and you're having fun doing it.
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| You made it through. Not by dwelling on the past, but by choosing your steps forward. Keep at it. By repetition you'll find your way.
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| Did you find your shame? You weren't helpless, except against the meaningless absurdity of the world. You and your family will soon blink out of existence in an atomic flash. So what do you have to be ashamed of?
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| Do you see it yet? Please, search deep. I need you to understand. I need you to open yourself to the therapy. In your dreams tonight, find a mirror, and see if your mouth is not painted red. If you are not laughing with false tears painted on your cheeks.
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| You need to hurt. You don't come of age by suffering, every child's heart breaks every day and for nothing. You grow up when you break somebody else's heart. My darling Irene, whe she learned a... Well. That's when you realize what you're capable of.
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| You're okay, aren't you? All of you look beautiful. I think we're really making progress here. You're so beautiful when you smile.
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| Orphanage
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| The Orphanage. This environment offers a gentle exercise to un-learn the lies of childhood. The facile and patronizing restrictions like The Golden Rule. Think back to your youth. The rest... You just let happen.
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| The Orphanage. As a child, you were taught some things are forbidden. Forbidden rooms, forbidden acts. Your father's top drawer, your mother's bureau. What's forbidden to you now?
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| The Orphanage. Friends. Think back to your earliest memory. Do you remember feeding at your mother's breast? Could you be reminded of it by the taste of human milk? I want you to allow the experiment to unlock the memories you think you've lost.
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| The Orphanage. Inside, think back to how you learned discipline. Did your parents teach you through reward or punishment? Were you beaten? Praised? Shamed? I want you to complete this experiment as if your mother's love depended on it.
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| The Orphanage. Enter this environment like a child on the first day of school. Open yourself to the guidance of caring adults, to the friendship of the other children come to learn.
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| The Orphanage. You enter it motherless yet fresh from the womb, open to new experience. Think about these words, think about the images they bring to mind: milk, finger, lolly, nipple, fist, mama, hot, gums, tender, discipline, num num, bad, soft, baby.
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| Wonderful. All of you, really, just... You were children again, weren't you? The exhilaration and fear. Everything new. Fresh. Malleable.
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| Are you beginning to feel it? What if nothing is forbidden to you? You don't need to understand that with your head, you need to feel it in your gut. You can't think yourself free, you have to do it.
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| You're getting better. I'm so proud of you... well. Most of you. Some of you did very well. Some of you... I can understand your mother's disappointment. We have work to do.
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| I'm trying to help. I am. How do you think you're progressing through the therapy? I can only lead you to the well, I can't make you drink. I need you to cooperate. All of you.
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| Class is over. I hope you learned something. I hope you were trying to pay attention. You could have at least made friends.
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| You've made it. How many of the words I asked you to memorize have you held in your mind? Say them back to me and you're free. That's all you have to do. Anybody? Well...
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| Courthouse
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| The Court. This experiment, all our experiments really, are difficult because the lesson is almost impossible. We need to overcome a lifetime of culture hammering home the idea that you are anything but an animal. You alone get to decide what you are.
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| The Court. All is decided here, but the law is meaningless. Absurd. It signifies nothing. Less than a fart in the wind. Its only meaning is inside you, and that means you can make of it whatever you like.
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| The Court. Your work here is to focus on Justice. On maybe the only real problem man faces. What is the meaning of the law. I'm going to read from Jung: You will recognize the supreme meaning by the fact that he is laughter and worship, a bloody laughter and a bloody worship. Go out and find it.
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| The Court, a lesson about Law. A nineteenth century absurdity, really. What is the purpose of law in a world with atomic weapons? We've engineered extinction; how does the twentieth century man pretend to care about traffic tickets, or alimony payments, or simple murder? Go learn.
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| The Court. It asks us, in grotesque absurdity, to judge our fellow men. It would be just as unbearable to be a God as it is to be a slave. Which is why I've so deeply embraced science. A trial without a judge. Only truth, I hope. Let's see what we can learn.
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| The Court. A trial that reveals a thousand years of culture pushing down on you, with all its pity, all its shame. The therapy purges you of that, it burns away the poison. Open yourself to it. You have to want to get better.
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| All right you filthy animals, that's enough for now. I hope you're happy. I'm not saying that ironically. Really. I want you to be happy and fulfilled.
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| You got through. And that means all that's left now is to decide what the law means. I'd suggest sleep. Let dreams ferment the stew, follow your instincts.
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| Did you see it? A bloody laughter and a bloody worship. Keep that phrase in your head. That is your mantra. The key to Pleroma. A bloody laughter and a bloody worship.
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| If you've made it this far, you must realize that there is no law. A child could tell you that. The world's lowliest idiot. You've reached territories for which there are neither map nor constitutions. What will you build here?
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| Were you able to see it? Did you find some truth? No-one can judge you but God, you know that, right?
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| Are you feeling better yet? All this... all this work and effort. You must be feeling at least a little bit more... fulfilled. I hope so, friends.
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| Toy Factory
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| The Toy Factory. The more you cooperate with the exercise, the faster you'll improve. Please understand that we can accurately model your mental state based on your physical activity. We'll know if you're playing along.
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| The Toy Factory. What was the name of your most cherished childhood toy? What did you do when you clung to it alone in bed at night? How did you lose it? And how did that make you feel?
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| The Toy Factory. In this environment, I need you to abandon the fiction of adulthood. Toys are like totems of your true self. These people in the experiment with you are not your friends. They don't love you, not like the toys do.
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| The Toy Factory, a place you can be like children. A child goes to the dentist with his drill, to the doctor with his needles, to the priest with his... ah. Well. The child goes terrified and helpless, but willing. I need you to be like that child. Please enjoy.
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| The Toy Factory. Did you talk to your toys as a child? Did you believe they had life? I did. I had a toy soldier named Rubby. I told him all my secrets.
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| The Toy Factory. Therapy here is like time travel. A perfect unwinding. My mother used to wrap a towel around my head and say you woud have made such a pretty girl. What did you want to be when you grew up?
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| These... these results are troubling. You've completed this exercise, but you haven't finished it.
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| That's progress. I think you're starting to see. The future is set, it's the past that we can change.
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| There. All finished. That wasn't so bad, was it? And it did you so much good.
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| Excellent. Excellent progress. And... And I'd ask when you talk to the other staff here in the facility, I'd ask you don't mention Rubby. That can be our little secret.
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| How do you feel now? Different? I asked what you wanted to be when you grew up. But here you are. What are you? What are you worth?
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| The Docks
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| The Syndicate. This is an experiment in obedience and deterrence. Carrots and sticks. Of which either could be pleasurable or painful, depending on the application. Be creative, have fun.
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| The Syndicate. We all bear the scars of childhood. I chose you for the treatment because you were more scarred than most. Often, the most cutting injuries are inflicted by other children. Bad children. Nothing frightened me so much as a mob of unoccupied boys. You need to learn to not be afraid.
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| The Syndicate. The Nazis had a word called Blutkitt. It means blood cement. It means that you can bind people together by having them commit atrocities together. Fear and guilt can be gifts. Enough fear and enough guilt can build a family.
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| The Syndicate. This is an experiment in one of the most natural things there is: pure animal sadism. A creature's instinct to increase and to thrive. No man understands that as clearly or creatively as a criminal. If you were the perfect human, you could do anything and still not be a criminal.
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| The Syndicate. There is chance in any experiment. A certain amount of luck. Any game with any real value includes a quality of gambling. Poker. War. Luck is a skill. You already know you're luckier than most. But you can get better.
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| The Syndicate. We'll be asking you here to do some things that may seem immoral. Perverse. But the lesson is: you'll be only punished for what you do in battle if you lose the war. The Germans certainly had that in mind; it's how they fought to the last man.
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| Was that clear enough for you? I hope you don't think any of this is for simple amusement. You have to be willing to learn.
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| And here you are. Gets a little bit better every time, doesn't it? A few more scars, a little more wisdom. We carry our learning in the body. I believe that's true.
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| Nicely done. Do you feel closer? More like a family? I know I feel closer to all of you with every passing lesson.
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| You've made it. And that means you're understanding; even if not with your conscious mind, then with the parts of your mind that really matter.
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| Did you understand? Are you feeling lucky? I wouldn't have put you in the experiment if you weren't gifted. If you weren't meant for great things.
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| Excellent. Now the real learning comes as you wait to see what form your punishment will take. When it arrives, swiftly and without warning, I hope you're paying attention. Come back to the sleep room and relax.
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| Downtown
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| The Promenade. I want you to think back to the first time you were allowed to walk home by yourself. A child never has to earn their parents' love, but a child always has to earn punishment.
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| The Promenade. I want you all to regress. The regress leads to the egress. Ha ha. Become again a child walking home alone at night. Scared of the dark. You were scared of nothing. A literal nothing. What could be more idiotic?
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| The Promenade. This environment, friends, is about reliving your childhood. But knowing what you know now. How much more capable and worthwhile you would be if you hadn't been such an ignorant, fearful child.
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| The Promenade. If you could live your childhood again, would you still follow the rules? Knowing now how scared and confused most adults are, would you respect authority? This experiment is a chance to play.
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| The Promenade. You know you're being watched, right? Everything here is observed. I need results. I need you all to help me here.
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| The Promenade. The first time you got truly lost... In your own neighborhood, someplace familiar. You were a stupid child, lost in your own world, then you look up and nothing's familiar. The world is strange and sinister. Hold onto that feeling. Maybe you'll learn something.
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| The Depot. Somebody comes to town, somebody leaves. My father would sometimes say he needed a High Lonesome, and of he'd go, sometimes for months. All I thought as a child, was, someday, I too will leave.
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| The Depot. No matter where you're from, the lesson of the edge of town is that you do not have to remain yourself. You can always become a stranger, and a stranger can do anything.
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| The Depot. My darling Irene tried to leave me once. She accused me of drugging her evening cocktail. Can you imagine such a thing? What I learned, what I hoped you're learning, is the difference between love and trust.
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| The Depot. The Greeks imagined the passage to the afterlife was on a ferryman's boat. Maybe the modern version would be a train or a bus. Industrialized transportation for death on an industrial scale. So far, ten percent of death in the twentieth century has been murder. I want you to try to understand such a thing.
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| The Depot. Are there two ideals more American than the suburban neighborhood, or the open road? Nothing is as important as home, except perhaps leaving it.
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| The Depot. I was not yet a teenager when my father left for good. It was such a comfort; that dawning realization he would never return. I want you to complete this experiment as if you were no longer a child, as if the correct application of terror and pain would prove you worthy of adulthood.
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| You come back. You return bearing new wisdom, and the people too frightened to journey are small now, disposable.
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| Is it clearer now? You can define your personality. You let us define it for you, and then you'll have not only your own strength, but ours. We only want to take care of you.
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| Are you more competent? More confident? I think so. I think you're showing excellent development. We'll see what their gray matter says in the autopsy.
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| It's becoming clearer with each exercise, isn't it? As the world wars build one on the nex, as the weapons build from salter peter to atomic to nuclear. You need let yourself become a soldier in the age of annihilation.
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| Good. Some of you behaved. You have to understand, your only way out of the facility is through successfully completing the program. You have to help each other. You have to help us help you.
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| Wonderful. Wonderful. I think there may be hope for you after all. You will be adults, and the children you find when released back into the world will tremble in terror. Come back and rest; you deserve it.
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| Riot
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| The City. The Cities of the plains, the hostility of the natural world. For the therapy to work, we have to offer you the chance of real harm. But there's real learning in it. You have to trust me that much.
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| The City. And exercise that allows you to swim in the sea of humanity. Are you an individual or a piece of the crowd? It's a question of responsibility. Purpose.
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| The City. Once you admit you're in the jungle, you have to use all the tools available. Even the fictions. Any scientist worth his salt knows there's no testable defense of racism. But he'll also know there's no easier way to manipulate idiots.
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| The City. The sort of place you'll be released into once you've earned your freedom. Someplace large. Anonymous. Someplace where madness is just the cost of culture. Use this exercise to get comfortable in that skin.
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| The City. The feeling of a city block at night. I want you to remember being small and scared. The eyes of strangers. What if you could be invisible at will? What if you could crush somebody's heart just by concentrating? Would you know your father loved you if he never hit you? Let's go have some fun.
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| The City. What if you were already out of the experiment? If you walked through those doors and found yourself in a city that's almost familiar to you. And you felt you finally knew your purpose. Follow that instinct. See where it leads you.
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| The Street. In the greater wrold, are you not the hero of your own story? What did you strive for? A bigger house than your neighbor? A neater lawn? A more beautiful spouse or car? In this exercise you let all that burn, you open the chance to be something truly special.
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| The Street. An experiment about them, not just you. What does it cost the average man to pretend he's not completely, eccstatically insane? Let's find out.
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| The Street. The world at large. Everything they teach a child erases everything that is that child. Your name, your family, your community. It takes away all your unspeakable beauty, blood, pain, the unbearable but powerful mystery that would let you be anything.
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| The Sreet. This lesson is simple. You were not allowed to play as a child, not with the toys that really interested you. Everything forbidden, taboo, pleasurable. You were denied the things that could have defined you. Finally now, you're being allowed to play.
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| The Street. Adler said neuroses is a failure of courage. I look at civilized man and see mental illness everywhere. The urge to infantilize yourself. To make authority figures into proxy fathers. Firm hands and hard, ah... rules. This exercise is a step in transcending that. You need to grow up.
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| The Street. A path getting closer to freedom with each exercise. And when you're ready to return to the world, you'll see reflections reflections of your time here wherever you look. Lawns, fences, smiling neighbors. You'll make new friends, and you'll show them all the things you learned with your friends here.
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| Could you feel the jungle that time? Did you put pennies in your mouth as a child and did it taste like blood? That is the lesson. Money and metal both taste like blood. Maybe the other way around.
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| You're starting to see it. You could have the glory of a hero and the anonymity and strength of the crowd. If you're nobody, you could be anybody.
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| It worked, didn't it? I guess the question is-- did it work on you? Can you sell a product without sampling it yourself. Can you believe something you don't know? We still have work to do.
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| You lost a little bit more of yourself, didn't you? I don't recognize you as well. That's good. That's very good. Soon even your own mother will look at you and say my god is what thing. We're really making progress here.
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| Well. It seems like you tried your best. I want to be generous, but you don't always make it easy. I give and I give... It's like having ungrateful children.
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| That was something. Are you at last starting to understand your purpose? Please tell me you're at least trying.
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| Nice. Very nice. You can feel it burning away, right? That cold sensation in your belly. Let it stay empty, let it stay clean. We're going to put something very precious there.
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| That's progress. Baby steps, but progress just the same. You're just a little more worthwhile. A little less garbage. Come back to the sleep room, you deserve a rest.
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| I think you're starting to get it. You have give up. Give in. It makes you powerful, fearless. Trust the process. Come back and rest, I think you've earned at leats that much.
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| You're feeling more like yourself every time, aren't you? You're getting clearer? Maybe you finally deserve to be part of a family.
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| Another step forward. You don't need a father any more, do you? I want you to think of a gun as powerless. A soft and fleshy thing that cannot hurt you. I want you to imagine there is nobody out of your reach.
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| Did you reach the outside world that time? You could feel them there, right? Don't think the actions you're taking here are without consequence. The game is life is the game.
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| Collection
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| Collection. Who's to say you can't take what ought to be yours?
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| Collection. You can be your own charity.
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| Collection. The public good is served by private ambition. There lies American abundance.
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| Collection. Engage in a little free enterprise.
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| Collection. Take what's yours. It feels good to do, because it is good.
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| Collection. Take everything you can; a rising tide lifts all boats.
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| Collection. The Creator endowed you with hands so that you can grasp.
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| Collection. The more you take, the more we're rewarded.
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| Collection. Thermore you have, the more power you have, and the closer to freedom you get.
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| Collection. There's no such thing as an enemy in capitalism.
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| Collection. A nice, shiny apple for my very favorite student.
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| Coolection. Participate in the market.
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| Delivery
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| Delivery. You earn your freedom in service.
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| Delivery. From the old French delivrer, meaning to set free. ( VO_East_TG_Obj_Deliver_IN02_Alt01.ogg )
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| Delivery. Capitalism depends on the movement of product, your objective here is freedom, for all of us.
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| Delivery. My mother defined garbage as matter out of place; the perfect object then, the totemic ideal, is an object exactly where it is intended to be.
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| Delivery. When you're operating in a state of grace, you don't move through the world, the world moves around you. Let the world adapt.
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| Delivery. It's a question of harmony. Correctness. Whether it's a bomb in a church, or a viper in a cradle. The placement is the thing.
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| Delivery. Before there was language, there were offerings placed on altars. It's the most fundamental form of worship.
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| Delivery. A simple job. You remove yourself from the ramifications. You're only doing your job.
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| Delivery. I set fire to my parents' summer house when I was fourteen because I forgot to remove the lint from the dryer filter. The simplest thing in the world. But. A little matter out of place and my older sister is scarred for life.
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| Delivery. Don't worry what for. Trust the process. The repetition. The same thing, to the same place enough times is how their built the pyramids.
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| Delivery. Dumb objects in the world, precise building blocks in your dreams, stacked in bond like bricks.
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| Delivery. Simple, reptitive, fetch and release. It's not the progress, but the exercise. You trust me.
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| Execution
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| Execution. Anyone you are allowed to murder without consequence must be less than human.
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| Execution. Why would you fear a state identical to that before your birth?
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| Execution. Its primary lesson is absurdity.
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| Execution. You are terrifed and alone and have no choice.
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| Exectuion. Because for anything to have value, it needs to have a cost.
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| Execution. Guilt for this one little thing frees you from the burden of shame for all things.
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| Execution. You don't believe they're real, so why should it bother you?
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| Execution. If people won't free themselves, you'll have to do it for them.
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| Execution. Because you can see how miraculous and incomprehensible the world truly is.
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| Execution. And think about the residue of guilt left by your parents' affection.
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| Execution. Because human aspirations are fictitious and you want the truth.
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| Execution. Because you would build an altar, or a skyscraper, or a family. This mark says I was here.
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| Destruction
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| Destruction. If it is fragile enough to break, then what other purpose could it have? ( 2 )
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| Destruction. It's only inertia. You're simply speeding things along.
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| Destruction. Why would God give you teeth if you weren't meant to render?
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| Destruction. Eventually you'll be dust and slime, food for worms, why would anything the world deserve otherwise?
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| Destruction. Show me why we cant' have nice things.
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| Destruction. If you have hands, you have fists.
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| Destruction. You have to be a rock, you have to let the world break against you.
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| Destruction. Toys are made to be broken.
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| Destruction. If you want something to truly be yours, annihilate it. Then it will never belong to anybody else.
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| Destruction. Leave you mark. Say I was here.
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| Destruction. People in this place have to make their own fun.
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| Destruction. The repetition is key. We'll set them up, you knock them down.
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| Chateau
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| Bouboubileebou. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| Conscience
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| Let me be your conscience. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| I'm your conscience. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| Gin
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| I like my gin with a hint of pistachio. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| Inspired
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| There is a limb descending from the sun, a burning phalus or the spine of god. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| You will be a sun in eclipse. They won't know they're blind until they look away. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| What do you see? Butterflies? Wounds? Sex organs? The faces of your parents? ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| I see moths. I see moths with faces on their wings. ( 2 )
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| Your mother, split from groin to chops, a flood of carrion beetles in the bedsheets. ( 2 ) ( 2 )
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| Your father, leprous and bleeding, rutting at a trough of beastly whores. ( 2 ) ( 2 )
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| The house you were born in, consumed by flames. ( 2 ) ( 2 )
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| There must be a correlation between trauma and lesion growth. ( 2 ) ( 2 )
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| These are not just side effects, these are the psychological equivalent of split atoms. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| The bomb made this century ours, let's use it well. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| Red Barrels - Thank You Message
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| You've been trapped, tortured, pushed beyond your limits. Seven years of pain and humiliation endless toyle. But all of you, together, made something beautiful. A symphony of terror and pain. The Murkoff Corporation thanks you. Not just from our true and beatings hearts, but from our swollen and filthy bank accounts. We could not have built Sinyala without you. You attempted the impossible and created the sublime. ( 2 ) ( 3 ) ( 4 ) ( 5 ) ( 6 ) ( 7 )
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| Red Barrels. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| Science
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| Lymbic aggression therapy. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| Latent agency therapy. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| Project Lathe created psychotics. A partial success. But we need to create agents willing to do anything. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| Classic operant conditioning, focused on subconscious triggers. Crued, but effective. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| Strange tumor-like growths in the parietal lobes. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| Triggers
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| Obedience. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| You see undiscovered countries. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| You see insects. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| A gowpen of blood. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| The face of god. ( 2 - Warning: Loud Static ) ( 3 )
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| There is no face in the mirror. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| Mount Massive
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| Mark this file for Mount Massive. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| The work will continue at Mount Massive. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| We've made the perfect pawn. Mount massive will make them a queen. No, Mount Massive will make them the child moving the pieces. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
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| Version One
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| My earliest memory is trying to touch the flame of a candle. It was so beautiful, I wanted to know what it was, to hold it in my hand. But no matter how hard I tried, I could not keep my fingers on the flame. The pain was too much. I was... betrayed by my own hand. But you. You will never disobey me. You will never turn away for pain, or shame, or fear, or disgust. My own hand will betray me before you do. You will be perfect. You will walk into the fire for me. ( 2 )
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