The Longest Journey: Chapter 2, Part 2!
OH LOOK I'M NOT DEAD. ISN'T THAT JUST AMAZING?
I've got a good reason that I was gone for like two months, though. My photobucket account ran out of bandwidth! Therefore, I had ... no way to get my pictures up. (I could have made a new account, couldn't I? But I'm not that smart. Or rather, I'm just intensely anal about organization and things and stuff.) So I sat there for that month/two months and did ... nothing. I probably could have finished screencapping the game in that time, but instead, I did nothing. Then I figured that I should at least get Chapter 2 finished, so I could actually post when the bandwidth limit lifted; it's now been a while since it lifted, and I thought, "I think I'll finish it today!"
... except it was ALREADY FINISHED GEEZE
Yeah, I'm not that bright. And my memory's terrible. IN CONCLUSION:
HERE'S THE SECOND PART OF CHAPTER TWO
Prologue: A Lion is in the Streets
Chapter One: Penumbra - Part One, Part Two, Part Three
Chapter Two: Through the Looking Glass - Part One, Part Two (You Are Here)
A warning: 260 images below the cut. BE WARY YE OF SLOW MODEMS.
I'd also like to apologize for the loading times. After I finish up chapter 2 (which will be in three parts, just like chapter 1), I'm going to start using sensible file types. And a new photobucket account! :D
THE LAST TIME WE MET, April stepped into a hole in the wall of an alleyway outside an old-timey theater and fell out the ceiling of a strange place. NOW YOU'RE THINKING WITH PORTALS.
Nifty. Wall paintings. Perhaps we've traveled back in time.
I'VE BEEN DUMPED IN A STRANGE PLACE WITH NO KNOWLEDGE OF WTF IS GOING ON, MAYBE THIS IS BAD?
Whiner.
And now: walking to the right!
And now, in yet another darkened room, we meet a person. WHO COULD THIS MYSTERIOUS MAN BE? Is it even a man?
A priest, you say. I don't know ... I've never trusted clergy in dresses with weird collars and stuffy little hats. Wait, I just described nearly all Western religion, didn't I.
What I can't catch in screenshots: this guy has the most ridiculous turning motion ever. He turns, then he sees you and acts like OH GOD YOU JUST STARTLED ME and jumps a bit, then smacks his staff against the ground. And while that kind of reaction is suitable to this kind of situation (who got in while the doors are closed?), he does it every. single. time. you talk to him.
Buh?
From here on out, you're given several choices every time the guy speaks - you can talk, or act. The correct course is to always act (when the option becomes available, you should hit 'listen', not 'nod'), which are the options in red. Otherwise you can just blather on to him and nothing happens. |D
Listen is down a bit. See? Plenty of options. ALL VALID QUESTIONS TOO. But since we're good kids, we hit listen. RIGHT?
Hey, he's starting to make sense! (Sadly, the words that make sense don't flow with the rest of the language - they're very, very pointedly enunciated. Makes me sad.)
That makes a little more sense ...
PACHING
YEAH. WHY NOT YOU JERK >[
Oh. ... WELL THAT'S STILL NO EXCUSE.
Damn burgoise. Always flaunting their ... their VERBOSITY.
He walks really, really slowly. Just thought you should know that.
Even I have to admit, that is a pretty freakin' impressive city. And I've played FFXII.
And so we are left alone in this gigantic new city, the likes of which we have never seen before, to explore and enjoy as we will. Or at least until we fulfill some requirements, whereupon we can return to the temple and actually get some freakin' ANSWERS, which everybody swears they'll give us and then conveniently forgets about.
And so, into the marketplace we go! Which is the little area near the lower right, with all the stalls.
And this is as far as we can go in the marketplace. No food vendors, just some dudes selling the most random stuff ever. Well, at least there's a bird we can look at.
WELL SPLIT MY KNEECAPS.
How rude. >:[ I'm going to go talk to someone else if you're gonna diss on me like that, bird.
Yep. Maps. Totally interesting and worthwhile.
My intuition tells me ...
... that he's a swindler.
Will he peck out people's eyeballs on command? Oh, no, wait, he talks. That's it.
The game doesn't bother differentiating between people when other people are speaking, just between April and Other People. So that was the bird.
The amusement of infants. Man, I don't wish that on anybody.
Wow, he's slick.
Apparently, April is familiar with this game.
There's no point in talking to the maps vendor yet; he's not useful right now (but you bet he will be, the bastard). Instead, let's return to the marketplace and go north, an exit to the rest of the city.
Instead of making you run all around the actual city, the game provides this handy map. Just like the one in the subway! How convenient. I could click those awkward octagons all day. Time to go to the only other place available: the city gates.
Stone and wood: the staple of any outer wall since 10,000 BCE.
Personally, I'd love to live in a place with a port that looked like that. It's freakin' massive, and some of those ships are hardcore. I wonder if I can buy one ... where's Stan when you need him?
Oh, old men. Always making jokes.
IT LOOKS LIKE YOU'RE SHORTENING YOUR LIFESPAN WITH THAT CIGAR. SMOKING IS BAD FOR YOU YOU KNOW
And he will tell you those stories. Oh gods, but he will tell you those stories.
That would be a really good disguise, actually. Imagine if every stool looked like a chest, and only one was real. It'd take the bad guys forever to discover the truth. I think I've just discovered a new premise for a book.
SNAKES IN A MOTHERFUCKIN' CHEST
It gets us exactly where we want and what we want, every time. :D
You kept a bird in a stool? What kind of sick man are you? Also, please take note: talking bird. Didn't we just meet one of those?
Yep. Talking bird = talking bird we just met. I think you know what we have to do at some point.
And yet, somehow, I've heard less creative names.
Well, I'm stuck in a totally different world, thanks very much. There's another dock just across from this one; clicking on the ship you can see will take you there (I think).
Hello, Captain Jerkass. I mean, wait, sorry. Getting ahead of myself.
A sailor? Or a pimp? They, too, have ungainly stances.
You greet pirates like that, April. Not sailors.
... well, he did only say they never said 'ahoy'.
... are you coming on to me?
This man has the most condescending voice I've heard in a very long time, and he says these lines in an even more condescending way. He grates on my nerves. And he should grate on yours, too. >:[
That makes sense to me. Just get a team of slaves and you're good to go!
Quit referencing your god. I thought that was blasphemous for most religions.
OH EDWARD ELRIC, WHAT WON'T YOU DO?
Oh. Well, maybe it's an alias. Or maybe it's Roy.
And now, back to the temple. I WANT SOME FREAKIN' ANSWERS, GORRAMMIT.
How is April distinguished? She's wearing a t-shirt. It's not even a very nice t-shirt.
In communist Arcadia, sense makes YOU.
And science can't create chaos? What kind of fairy-tale world are you living i -- oh. Right.
... are YOU coming on to me?
Wheee walking to the left!
WARNING: STORY AHEAD. A very large chunk of backstory/history. Kind of critical, so DON'T YOU SKIP. I'll try to keep my stupid jokes and failure'd attempts at humor to a minimum for this part.
Those are some very well-kept walls, if they can last thousands of years without fading. Hell, we can't even keep paintings good for more than a few hundred years before we have to restore them. Right? Right.
Life was a musical, boundless and endless.
Freaky mural of DOOM. Looks like the threat of black holes being created in Sweden was alive and well even back then.
The world, babies, cake ... what is it with cutting things in half?
Forged in the fires of Mount Doom, sent to destr -- wait, wrong fantasy world.
DUN DUN DUNNNN.
This mural should look familiar to you. If not, you're a failure check the Prologue chapter.
A broken disc, eh? Didn't we see a disc in the Prologue? Sort of?
And that's the history of the world(s). OH WAIT IT'S NOT DONE YET --
NOW it's the end. Phew. OKAY STORY OVER. Now we just get a little more critical information, but not in a long, intricate tale. (I kinda liked it, though ... )
Join the Vanguard. Come to the Dark Side. Enjoy a millenia of servitude between worlds.
An explanation for the very confusing opening cutscene.
Geeze, self-esteem problem much? >\
'talent', lulz.
How many times have we heard this now? At least he's honest.
LOLOLOL HE DIDN'T GET IT LOLOLOL *shot*
And we do have a question. Our way back: Brian Westhouse.
There's a lot of sea to this city, by the way.
MAPS. I told you that guy'd come in useful eventually.
Now, normally, at this point, you'd just go talk to the map-seller, right? And that's what I usually do. But if you ask him about Westhouse, he goes WTF RU TALKIN BOUT and you can't get any more information out of him. You have to talk to Tobias again in order to get the critical information necessary to continue. I DON'T DO THAT, USUALLY.
Bikes are grotesque in a world where science doesn't exist. That makes me laugh a little bit.
WHO REMEMBERS WHAT TO DO? That's right, PESTER PESTER PESTER!
My god, he's ... he's resisted all our attempts! We haven't gotten where we wanted!
Cue stage right: blue humanoid.
... that could be taken so many wrong ways.
Captain Nebevay of the White Dragon it is, then. Captain Jerkass, I'M COMING FOR YOU.
TO BE CONTINUUUUUEEEED.
Once again, I'm sorry for the MASSIVE delay in updates. BUT SRSLY, I'M NOT DEAD OR ANYTHING. Once chapter 2 is done, uploading will be much quicker and the game shall continue as before! ONWARD TO VICTORY!
I've got a good reason that I was gone for like two months, though. My photobucket account ran out of bandwidth! Therefore, I had ... no way to get my pictures up. (I could have made a new account, couldn't I? But I'm not that smart. Or rather, I'm just intensely anal about organization and things and stuff.) So I sat there for that month/two months and did ... nothing. I probably could have finished screencapping the game in that time, but instead, I did nothing. Then I figured that I should at least get Chapter 2 finished, so I could actually post when the bandwidth limit lifted; it's now been a while since it lifted, and I thought, "I think I'll finish it today!"
... except it was ALREADY FINISHED GEEZE
Yeah, I'm not that bright. And my memory's terrible. IN CONCLUSION:
HERE'S THE SECOND PART OF CHAPTER TWO
Prologue: A Lion is in the Streets
Chapter One: Penumbra - Part One, Part Two, Part Three
Chapter Two: Through the Looking Glass - Part One, Part Two (You Are Here)
A warning: 260 images below the cut. BE WARY YE OF SLOW MODEMS.
I'd also like to apologize for the loading times. After I finish up chapter 2 (which will be in three parts, just like chapter 1), I'm going to start using sensible file types. And a new photobucket account! :D
THE LAST TIME WE MET, April stepped into a hole in the wall of an alleyway outside an old-timey theater and fell out the ceiling of a strange place. NOW YOU'RE THINKING WITH PORTALS.
Nifty. Wall paintings. Perhaps we've traveled back in time.
I'VE BEEN DUMPED IN A STRANGE PLACE WITH NO KNOWLEDGE OF WTF IS GOING ON, MAYBE THIS IS BAD?
Whiner.
And now: walking to the right!
And now, in yet another darkened room, we meet a person. WHO COULD THIS MYSTERIOUS MAN BE? Is it even a man?
A priest, you say. I don't know ... I've never trusted clergy in dresses with weird collars and stuffy little hats. Wait, I just described nearly all Western religion, didn't I.
What I can't catch in screenshots: this guy has the most ridiculous turning motion ever. He turns, then he sees you and acts like OH GOD YOU JUST STARTLED ME and jumps a bit, then smacks his staff against the ground. And while that kind of reaction is suitable to this kind of situation (who got in while the doors are closed?), he does it every. single. time. you talk to him.
Buh?
From here on out, you're given several choices every time the guy speaks - you can talk, or act. The correct course is to always act (when the option becomes available, you should hit 'listen', not 'nod'), which are the options in red. Otherwise you can just blather on to him and nothing happens. |D
Listen is down a bit. See? Plenty of options. ALL VALID QUESTIONS TOO. But since we're good kids, we hit listen. RIGHT?
Hey, he's starting to make sense! (Sadly, the words that make sense don't flow with the rest of the language - they're very, very pointedly enunciated. Makes me sad.)
That makes a little more sense ...
PACHING
YEAH. WHY NOT YOU JERK >[
Oh. ... WELL THAT'S STILL NO EXCUSE.
Damn burgoise. Always flaunting their ... their VERBOSITY.
He walks really, really slowly. Just thought you should know that.
Even I have to admit, that is a pretty freakin' impressive city. And I've played FFXII.
And so we are left alone in this gigantic new city, the likes of which we have never seen before, to explore and enjoy as we will. Or at least until we fulfill some requirements, whereupon we can return to the temple and actually get some freakin' ANSWERS, which everybody swears they'll give us and then conveniently forgets about.
And so, into the marketplace we go! Which is the little area near the lower right, with all the stalls.
And this is as far as we can go in the marketplace. No food vendors, just some dudes selling the most random stuff ever. Well, at least there's a bird we can look at.
WELL SPLIT MY KNEECAPS.
How rude. >:[ I'm going to go talk to someone else if you're gonna diss on me like that, bird.
Yep. Maps. Totally interesting and worthwhile.
My intuition tells me ...
... that he's a swindler.
Will he peck out people's eyeballs on command? Oh, no, wait, he talks. That's it.
The game doesn't bother differentiating between people when other people are speaking, just between April and Other People. So that was the bird.
The amusement of infants. Man, I don't wish that on anybody.
Wow, he's slick.
Apparently, April is familiar with this game.
There's no point in talking to the maps vendor yet; he's not useful right now (but you bet he will be, the bastard). Instead, let's return to the marketplace and go north, an exit to the rest of the city.
Instead of making you run all around the actual city, the game provides this handy map. Just like the one in the subway! How convenient. I could click those awkward octagons all day. Time to go to the only other place available: the city gates.
Stone and wood: the staple of any outer wall since 10,000 BCE.
Personally, I'd love to live in a place with a port that looked like that. It's freakin' massive, and some of those ships are hardcore. I wonder if I can buy one ... where's Stan when you need him?
Oh, old men. Always making jokes.
IT LOOKS LIKE YOU'RE SHORTENING YOUR LIFESPAN WITH THAT CIGAR. SMOKING IS BAD FOR YOU YOU KNOW
And he will tell you those stories. Oh gods, but he will tell you those stories.
That would be a really good disguise, actually. Imagine if every stool looked like a chest, and only one was real. It'd take the bad guys forever to discover the truth. I think I've just discovered a new premise for a book.
SNAKES IN A MOTHERFUCKIN' CHEST
It gets us exactly where we want and what we want, every time. :D
You kept a bird in a stool? What kind of sick man are you? Also, please take note: talking bird. Didn't we just meet one of those?
Yep. Talking bird = talking bird we just met. I think you know what we have to do at some point.
And yet, somehow, I've heard less creative names.
Well, I'm stuck in a totally different world, thanks very much. There's another dock just across from this one; clicking on the ship you can see will take you there (I think).
Hello, Captain Jerkass. I mean, wait, sorry. Getting ahead of myself.
A sailor? Or a pimp? They, too, have ungainly stances.
You greet pirates like that, April. Not sailors.
... well, he did only say they never said 'ahoy'.
... are you coming on to me?
This man has the most condescending voice I've heard in a very long time, and he says these lines in an even more condescending way. He grates on my nerves. And he should grate on yours, too. >:[
That makes sense to me. Just get a team of slaves and you're good to go!
Quit referencing your god. I thought that was blasphemous for most religions.
OH EDWARD ELRIC, WHAT WON'T YOU DO?
Oh. Well, maybe it's an alias. Or maybe it's Roy.
And now, back to the temple. I WANT SOME FREAKIN' ANSWERS, GORRAMMIT.
How is April distinguished? She's wearing a t-shirt. It's not even a very nice t-shirt.
In communist Arcadia, sense makes YOU.
And science can't create chaos? What kind of fairy-tale world are you living i -- oh. Right.
... are YOU coming on to me?
Wheee walking to the left!
WARNING: STORY AHEAD. A very large chunk of backstory/history. Kind of critical, so DON'T YOU SKIP. I'll try to keep my stupid jokes and failure'd attempts at humor to a minimum for this part.
Those are some very well-kept walls, if they can last thousands of years without fading. Hell, we can't even keep paintings good for more than a few hundred years before we have to restore them. Right? Right.
Life was a musical, boundless and endless.
Freaky mural of DOOM. Looks like the threat of black holes being created in Sweden was alive and well even back then.
The world, babies, cake ... what is it with cutting things in half?
Forged in the fires of Mount Doom, sent to destr -- wait, wrong fantasy world.
DUN DUN DUNNNN.
This mural should look familiar to you. If not, you're a failure check the Prologue chapter.
A broken disc, eh? Didn't we see a disc in the Prologue? Sort of?
And that's the history of the world(s). OH WAIT IT'S NOT DONE YET --
NOW it's the end. Phew. OKAY STORY OVER. Now we just get a little more critical information, but not in a long, intricate tale. (I kinda liked it, though ... )
Join the Vanguard. Come to the Dark Side. Enjoy a millenia of servitude between worlds.
An explanation for the very confusing opening cutscene.
Geeze, self-esteem problem much? >\
'talent', lulz.
How many times have we heard this now? At least he's honest.
LOLOLOL HE DIDN'T GET IT LOLOLOL *shot*
And we do have a question. Our way back: Brian Westhouse.
There's a lot of sea to this city, by the way.
MAPS. I told you that guy'd come in useful eventually.
Now, normally, at this point, you'd just go talk to the map-seller, right? And that's what I usually do. But if you ask him about Westhouse, he goes WTF RU TALKIN BOUT and you can't get any more information out of him. You have to talk to Tobias again in order to get the critical information necessary to continue. I DON'T DO THAT, USUALLY.
Bikes are grotesque in a world where science doesn't exist. That makes me laugh a little bit.
WHO REMEMBERS WHAT TO DO? That's right, PESTER PESTER PESTER!
My god, he's ... he's resisted all our attempts! We haven't gotten where we wanted!
Cue stage right: blue humanoid.
... that could be taken so many wrong ways.
Captain Nebevay of the White Dragon it is, then. Captain Jerkass, I'M COMING FOR YOU.
TO BE CONTINUUUUUEEEED.
Once again, I'm sorry for the MASSIVE delay in updates. BUT SRSLY, I'M NOT DEAD OR ANYTHING. Once chapter 2 is done, uploading will be much quicker and the game shall continue as before! ONWARD TO VICTORY!