supergiant games sentence starters.
the goal with these is to be a mix of possible threading material or even just action-y type starters; some may be lyrics from the game soundtracks as well. most of the ones from pyre are taken from trailers and the pax east gameplay preview. also, these are just some lines or lyrics and i tried to steer clear of spoilers.
listen, all this takes a lot of gettin’ use to, and you do get used to it… after a while.
there’s three things i’ll always miss though: one? not havin’ to watch my step all the time. two… ah… forget about two, and three… i miss the songs.
so, build that wall and build it strong ‘cause we’ll be there before too long.
i set my sail, fly the wind, it will take me back to my home, sweet home.
i see your star, you left it burning for me.
gods ain’t gonna help ya son, you’ll be sorry for what’cha done.
they ain’t gonna catch you when you fall.
you’ll be pleadin’ while you’re bleedin’.
they ain’t gonna heal ya son, don’t care about what’cha done.
no matter what happens now, you done good kid.
now… there’s something i want you to see.
if i could be anyplace i wanted… i’d stay right here — we could go anywhere in the world.
— i’d hate to be in your shoes.
well… it’s a touching reunion…
sometimes ya just need a drink.
c’mon, that ain’t funny… i said get up!
you’re a mighty fast learner.
the dead? the dead ain’t gotta worry about this mess.
i ain’t one for long goodbyes, so here’s the deal —
although, after talking it out like this? … guess i’m beginning to have my doubts.
our world? she’s done… but there’s a way to put it back together, so better get ready.
together, we’re gonna build something grand.
— and remember… you ain’t in this alone, that’s a promise.
proper stories are supposed to start at the beginning… ain’t so simple with this one.
hey _____ — we’re not going to get away with this, are we…?
together again — heh. sort of…
yikes…! found us already.
they want you back i bet… well, so do i.
look, don’t fret, just… do something?
hello world — look at all that.
we’re on the edge of town, a hundred blocks away.
still too close to it, we better get as far from there as possible.
ok, side street due east — through there.
i think i know a place where we can get a ride.
this didn’t used to be here…
look, whatever you’re thinking, do me a favor; don’t let go.
it’s just skin and bones.
you always go, walking on coals.
i hear you buzzing, a fly on the wall, in through the window and up through the hall… flying in circles just trying to land.
maybe you’re looking for someone to blame, fighting for air while you circle the drain.
never be sorry for your little time.
it’s not when you get there, it’s always the climb.
when you speak i hear silence, every word a defiance.
think i’ll go where it suits me, moving out to the country.
you tell yourself that you’re lucky.
lying down never struck me as something fun.
i won’t become a number in the system. zeroes and ones? not me.
i will always find you like it’s written in the stars… you can run, but you can’t hide — try.
let’s get down to business, chum!
hey chum, you know how to read, or what?
see — right on schedule! what’d i tell you?
you told us we’d find someone alive…
someday! i said we’d find someone alive someday… just not today i guess, but don’t be glum.
you know, i see you frowning underneath that mask!
it looks like s/he’s breathing.
broken, shaking, starving, probably diseased… yeah, good luck with that there, chum!
you have an hour at best.
don’t care who you are or what you did, none of that matters anymore — all of us? we’re equal nothings here.
turns out you’re tougher than you look.
what!? then what are we waiting for?
now now, don’t you play dumb with me here, understand?
i ask you for something simple in exchange.
— sorry to put you on the spot like this, friend.
that horrifying petrified mountain thing that no one with a lick sense goes near? … great.
well — this ought to be good for a few laughs at least… what do you say, _____?
i’m counting on you, friend.
it is safe enough for us to travel by the light of day, but at dusk? we stop.
you could join me for a little stroll if you’re feeling up to it.
in any case… i do what i can to stay busy — it keeps the sense of isolation well at bay.
i see that reports of your demise have been exaggerated, just as we were beginning to think you were gone for good…
i trust you remember my face, though you must have assumed to never see it again after last time…?
never had i come so close to freedom, only for you to dash my hopes.
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