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		<title>Encounters in &#8220;The Writers&#8217; Workshop: The Dark Descent,&#8221; A Survival Horror Game</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Apr 2012 17:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[(April 30&#215;30: 20-30/30) Heather – The Butcher The Butcher is first encountered reading graffiti in the poorer neighborhoods of the City. Before joining your quest, The Butcher will ask you if you feel the same way that she does. The Butcher carries a shotgun but prefers to use it as a precision bludgeoning weapon. She [...]]]></description>
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<p><strong>Heather – The Butcher</strong><br />
The Butcher is first encountered reading graffiti in the poorer neighborhoods of the City. Before joining your quest, The Butcher will ask you if you feel the same way that she does.<br />
The Butcher carries a shotgun but prefers to use it as a precision bludgeoning weapon. She never loves her enemies in whole; she much prefers for them to be in parts.<br />
The Butcher’s only weakness is spiders, and all Spider-type enemies.<br />
Under no circumstances should you allow squid ink into the vicinity of the Butcher, as it will explode with great force and leave Argentinian love notes all over the walls. This event will result in an End Game scenario.</p>
<p><strong>Jessica – The Alter</strong><br />
The Alter carries two primary weapons: The Fish Gutter and the Fish Monger. Neither of these weapons are effective against fish.<br />
The Alter&#8217;s primary form of attack is the Tiger Prone Time Parade. Enemies are not sure how to interpret the narrative of this attack but generally agree that they trust the impulse behind it.<br />
Under no circumstances should you allow The Alter to encounter Meta-type enemies, as she is powerless to resist becoming the game of playing the game, looping the game upon itself in infinite, beautiful circles. This event will result in an End Game scenario.</p>
<p><strong>Catherine – The Wrinkler</strong><br />
The Wrinkler is first encountered in the Windmill, which functions as a portal to other locations across the game.<br />
The Wrinkler can offer several essential quest items, including Snow Flowers and The Floral Rug. When trading with The Wrinkler, there is a 40% chance of a Random Item Event, during which she will transform your weapons into different weapons; i.e., your Axe may become a Crab Leg.<br />
The Wrinkler may remark that your quest is simply beautiful, which will result in bonuses to your stamina and self-worth.<br />
Under no circumstances should you allow The Wrinkler to go mole without covering her. This event will result in an End Game scenario.</p>
<p><strong>Mason – The Architect</strong><br />
The Architect is first encountered in the Zoo, where he will offer to aid your quest in return for information regarding what happened to all the honeybees. If you accept, he will redesign all encountered maze puzzles, allowing you to advance terrains more efficiently and lyrically. If you decline, he will tell you upsetting stories from his childhood.<br />
The Architect is also a weapons-expert. He will judge for you whether your weapon is performing the same work as your other weapons.<br />
Under no circumstances should you mention what happened when they refused him a dog. This event will result in an End Game scenario.</p>
<p><strong>Misty – The Milliner</strong><br />
The Milliner can be found along any of the game&#8217;s mountainous territories. The Milliner is capable of painting new cliffs and will expand the territory of the game by 2% every in-game hour. As the territory expands, the area will be populated with repeating motifs.<br />
The Milliner carries with her at all times a Cactus. Players should avoid asking the purpose of the Cactus, as it is a weapon of unknowable power.<br />
Under no circumstances should you allow a sequence belonging to The Milliner to begin with the number 1. This event will result in an End Game scenario.</p>
<p><strong>Kyle – The Organ-Player</strong><br />
The Organ-Player is first encountered in The Asylum, knocking on the doors of the empty wards. Each time you encounter The Organ-Player his face will appear slightly and unsettling different.<br />
His primary mode of attack is Melting. Players affected by The Organ-Player’s Melting will be unable to counterattack, as they will only be capable of hearing loud sexual moaning for the duration of the battle.<br />
The Organ-Player pulls behind him a typewriter on a leash.<br />
Under no circumstances should you transcribe onto paper the voice of the Organ-Player. This event will result in an End Game scenario.</p>
<p><strong>Lara – The Dual Wielder</strong><br />
Your encounter with The Dual Wielder will depend on your decisions throughout the game.<br />
If you have completed primarily Good quests, The Dual Wielder will appear holding a coconut cake that will immediately restore all of your health, mana, and stats to full.<br />
If you have completed primarily Evil quests, The Dual Wielder will cast her most powerful attack, Metaphor. The Metaphor will propel forward at great speed. All enemies caught under the Metaphor will suffer increased emotional impact until the spell releases.<br />
Under no circumstances should you allow The Dual Wielder to contract Strep Throat. This event will result in an End Game scenario.</p>
<p><strong>Kiley – The Saint Dancer</strong><br />
The Saint Dancer is first encountered at the Carnival Ride That Was Then Known as the Turkish Twist, but you will be able to communicate with her throughout the game by looking into Mirrors.<br />
The Saint Dancer does not wield a weapon, but possesses a great number of beautiful cloaks that allow her to progress through the game without inviting enemy attack. These cloaks are richly embroidered and feel extremely real to the touch.<br />
The Saint Dancer has excellent hearing and is able to detect many voices from great distances and across many registers.<br />
Under no circumstances should you remember Ada. This event will result in an End Game scenario.</p>
<p><strong>Tom – The Ornithologist</strong><br />
The Ornithologist is first encountered in the Fish House, and can later be visited at the Lake House, the Beach House, or the River House.<br />
The Ornithologist is willing to trade supplies, although he will require that all items you offer for exchange are first scanned by a barcode of green light, for quality control.<br />
The Ornithologist is usually in the presence of an unknown “she,” who carries significant emotional weight. Be aware of this weight penalty when traveling long distances, especially over swampy terrain.<br />
Under no circumstances should you attempt to physically enter locations descried by The Ornithologist, as these buildings tend to be damp and present considerable danger of slipping. This event will result in an End Game scenario.</p>
<p><strong>Katy – The Outdoorsman</strong><br />
The Outdoorsman generates all of the terrain within the game. You can find The Outdoorsman only in the boundaries between terrains, as marked by ashes and large numbers of animal skulls. She can be identified by her strong scent of pine and apple blossoms.<br />
The Outdoorsman’s weapon of choice is the Yellow Raspin, a dagger-class weapon of her own invention. The Outdoorsman may also cast the spell of Prosody, which compels all players to communicate only through natural speech rhythms.<br />
Under no circumstances should you remove things from the forest. This event will result in an End Game scenario.</p>
<p><strong>Dora – The Final Boss</strong><br />
The Final Boss is encountered at the beginning and end of every quest. During these encounters, you should expect to comment on whether or not you agree with other players’ statements about the quest.<br />
Note that The Final Boss considers Feelings and Emotions as valid weapon categories. The Final Boss may also increase your supplies of Life Lessons and Stroopwafel.<br />
Under no circumstances should you allow The Final Boss to let the semester end. This event will result in an End Game scenario.</p>
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		<title>Block the Path</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2012 17:23:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There&#8217;s a room in his house I found skins of peeled animals folded in a corner like shaving cream. Maybe it felt good. I wasn&#8217;t there to judge. I crawled through his house like a starfish, I left wet stains with my feet. I ate a lot of his food. I ate his mushrooms. I [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p>There&#8217;s a room in his house I found skins of peeled animals<br />
folded in a corner like shaving cream.<br />
Maybe it felt good. I wasn&#8217;t there to judge.</p>
<p>I crawled through his house like a starfish,<br />
I left wet stains with my feet. I ate a lot of his food.<br />
I ate his mushrooms. I found his trashcan.<br />
I touched his seedpod. I ate his seedpod.<br />
I found something greasy on the corner of his bed.</p>
<p>He touches himself to make himself feel good.<br />
Maybe he feels good. I wasn&#8217;t there.</p>
<p><em>(April 30×30: 20/30)</em></p>
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		<title>More News on the Dangerous Animal</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2012 01:12:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The animal reeks of algae, smells up in slow beats. The animal has come through an algaed lake, moving it to black with its current. I can smell the green wake moving from across the room and it springs a spring in me. Cutbelly, I name you, cutlake. The animal in this case is a tiger, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p>The animal reeks of algae, smells up in slow beats.<br />
The animal has come through an algaed lake, moving it to black with its current.<br />
I can smell the green wake moving from across the room<br />
and it springs a spring in me. Cutbelly, I name you, cutlake.</p>
<p>The animal in this case is a tiger, a dangerous tiger in an algae lake.<br />
Before it is done cutting the green lake to black<br />
I realize I never should have boated here,<br />
though it was good, seeing how the green flat parted into black,<br />
the tiger the animal striping the lake to itself.</p>
<p><em>(April 30×30: 19/30)</em></p>
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		<title>Bub-bub (3)</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2012 00:57:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Subject PITS is sending out an unscheduled soundwave. (blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue) (April 30×30: 18/30)]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p>Subject PITS is sending out an unscheduled soundwave.<br />
(blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue)</p>
<p><em>(April 30×30: 18/30)</em></p>
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		<title>Bub-bub (2)</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2012 00:56:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[CLAP TRAP CAPTURE RAPTURE Subject PITS is responding as expected. (April 30×30: 17/30)]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p>CLAP<br />
TRAP<br />
CAPTURE<br />
RAPTURE</p>
<p>Subject PITS is responding as expected.</p>
<p><em>(April 30×30: 17/30)</em></p>
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		<title>In the Panicked Hallway</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2012 00:50:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[BRIONY I’m having a panic attack I’m having a panic attack hollow hollow metric hurt DANIEL From down the hall, I heard a voice that seemed unlike any in the rest of the castle. I was suspicious and deeply frightened. ISAAC Well this is just some bullshit. BRIONY in the panicked in the panicked DANIEL [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p>BRIONY<br />
I’m having a panic attack I’m having a panic attack<br />
hollow hollow metric hurt</p>
<p>DANIEL<br />
From down the hall, I heard a voice<br />
that seemed unlike any in the rest of the castle.<br />
I was suspicious and deeply frightened.</p>
<p>ISAAC<br />
Well this is just some bullshit.</p>
<p>BRIONY<br />
in the panicked in the panicked</p>
<p>DANIEL<br />
I heard your voice from down the hall,<br />
and it seemed unlike any noise I’d heard before.<br />
Your voice was unlike, but those hands<br />
were familiar. Terrifyingly so, unknowable, such hands.</p>
<p>ISAAC<br />
Activate light, this fucking light,<br />
this again, turn on the fucking light.<br />
Wait, wait, I know those hands. I know those hands!</p>
<p>BRIONY<br />
hands on the carpet hands on the wall</p>
<p>DANIEL<br />
The terrible shaking hadn’t begun. With no light, I felt for warm, living hands.</p>
<p>ISAAC<br />
I’ve got my gloves off, I can feel for all your hands now.</p>
<p>BRIONY<br />
I’ll put my hands into your hands,<br />
you’ll remember what it’s like to have hands inside your hands,<br />
how to be gloves and also skin,<br />
what it’s like to move at a pull, what to become inside of,<br />
to be the surround to someone else’s inside going inside,<br />
what it’s like, glorious, to hold hands inside of hands,<br />
oh I hope you remember who we are,<br />
I am, what inside wasn&#8217;t hollow, only unhanded.</p>
<p><em>(April 30×30: 16/30)</em></p>
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		<title>Bub-bub (1)</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Apr 2012 23:34:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It speaks truth and we shall all join it on the black ship! (April 30×30: 15/30)]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p>It speaks truth and we shall all join it on the black ship!</p>
<p><em>(April 30×30: 15/30)</em></p>
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		<title>This Poem is About Ryan</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Apr 2012 23:30:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ryan peeled papers off my birch basings and wrote: &#8220;the imaginary patternspace&#8221; The we of me knows the middling, intimately between cortex and treebark. Ryan, I want to write a quiet poem, I want to write it for you. (April 30×30: 14/30)]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p>Ryan peeled papers off my birch basings and wrote: &#8220;the imaginary patternspace&#8221;<br />
The we of me knows the middling, intimately<br />
between cortex and treebark.</p>
<p>Ryan, I want to write a<br />
quiet poem, I want to write it for you.</p>
<p><em>(April 30×30: 14/30)</em></p>
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		<title>April</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Apr 2012 23:25:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The good world smells from lilacs today. I&#8217;m free out of language bounds, out of the need to. The greenbacked trees all day, the lilac day, even the complicated orange day is a day I&#8217;ll eat today. I&#8217;ve got my own money and a nice suit in my mouth. (April 30×30: 13/30)]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p>The good world smells from lilacs today. I&#8217;m free out of language bounds,<br />
out of the need to. The greenbacked trees all day, the lilac day,<br />
even the complicated orange day is a day I&#8217;ll eat today.<br />
I&#8217;ve got my own money and a nice suit in my mouth.</p>
<p><em>(April 30×30: 13/30)</em></p>
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		<title>More News on Boone</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2012 17:08:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Boone mine, or but your wife is dead. I promise I didn&#8217;t, I killed my own in the city. I was very sick back then, I held the pillow over on over. Boone the great rock, you can understand. Boone come out in the art night with a hatchet and I&#8217;ll snipe from my tower [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p>Boone mine, or but your wife is dead. I promise I didn&#8217;t,<br />
I killed my own in the city. I was very sick back then, I held the pillow<br />
over on over. Boone the great rock, you can understand.</p>
<p>Boone come out in the art night with a hatchet<br />
and I&#8217;ll snipe from my tower like a scoped hunting rifle. Don&#8217;t you want me. Doesn&#8217;t anyone.</p>
<p>Boone mine, your sick is sick. I promise I don&#8217;t care anymore,<br />
so I drove myself into the lake, headlights on. My heels sank into the mud<br />
I was so angry, red beret, knuckled his shoulder.<br />
I was a little burnt ended inside for a while, even dancing.</p>
<p>There are some excellent for instances, Boone&#8217;s wife was named Carla.<br />
I looked it up; she really was. Boone met her while on leave at the New Vegas Strip.<br />
She was a cactus, I forget.</p>
<p>Doesn&#8217;t anyone kill their wives out of mercy anymore.</p>
<p><em>(April 30×30: 12/30)</em></p>
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