Where the Water Tastes Like Wine is a Narrative-Adventure game about traveling, sharing stories, and surviving manifest destiny. Some quotes have been edited or paraphrased for RP purposes. Feel free to change it up to fit your muse. 2/?
â i wasnât one to accept death. to live beside it - that wasnât my way. â
â i threw him away. i thought i loved him, but he was nothing to me. â
â i did not think that death could, or would touch me. before i met the devil, i was too worthless even for death. â
â i never feared the devil, no. he took something from me, but he gave me back something i lost, too. â
â when they died, it sucked the love right out of me. â
â i thought it would last forever. it should have. â
â joy? well, i think thereâs more of it in the world than there was. ainât mine to have, but itâs there. people dance more now. they smile more, i think. Â â
â you ever wake up, already silently screaming in your head? â
â heaven donât last. â
â do you need a soul to love? i donât think iâm capable of it anymore. â
â whatâs freedom to me? some say that when we end, thatâs freedom. â
â i wish i could find comfort in the notion of death, but i know what waits for me beyond the veil. â
â donât bother wishing me any luck. luckâs not in my stars. love ainât in there, either. â
â sit with me - letâs talk. i donât want to sleep tonight. â
â this life is a prison and sometimes i laugh because i made it. i made this whole world and now iâm trapped in it. â
â we were all cursed. right from the beginning. â
â i think i was born cursed. there was never a happy ending for me; i die alone no matter what path i took at that crossroads. â
â the devil doesnât give even deals. â
â the devil gave me everything - but he took everything, too. â
â it was me. it was me who made this world. thatâs all i have now, and i need you to know this; i made the world that ruined me. â
â thereâs no running left in me. donât weep for me. i will die here. â
â are we done here? i laid myself bare for you - thatâs all there is to me now. â
â does being out here free that part of you? â
â iâve met a lot of people like you on this road. thereâs something you want from it, isnât there? â
â iâve been a wandering ghost for a while now, and iâll be that way for some time to come. â
â itâs a fate i should have known i was in for. â
â sometimes i start to think: well, the world isnât made for being happy in. not for someone like me. â
â iâve seen a lot of change. everything - everyone - i thought i had is gone. â
â when iâm alone out here, i spend too much time inside my own head. â
â you know the hardest person for anyone to have faith in? itâs themselves. â
â what do you want from this life? do you think thereâs a chance youâll get it? â
â i still love him. â
â it takes a special kind of fool to become a poet. â
â writing poetry wonât make your sadness go away, nor will your problems be solved. but at least youâll be able to look back and know how you felt. â
â maybe the traps iâve fallen into are ones i made myself. â
â maybe what i think happened didnât happen at all, and iâm the one whoâs been a monster. â
â i donât trust myself to see them and act like a decent human being. â
â i suppose after a while iâll start to realize how little i can change and accept myself as seething with anger and pain. â
â a pity, isnât it? to be stuck with ourselves like this. â
â i donât want to be the way i am now. â
â looks like iâm still me and youâre still you. â
â itâs enough for something to exist in the past and for that to have been good. â
â i wanted to find what it meant to be alive. â
â most people go through life doing a lot of work to avoid the truth. â
â the past doesnât even feel like it happened - it feels like itâs happening in every moment. in every slumber. â
â when your memories come back to you, do they clutch at you? at your heart? â
â do you know any happy stories? hopeful ones? â
â thereâs some hope left for you, too, you know. donât give it away too quickly. â
â faith? well, god and i havenât been on speaking terms. i gave the fucker so many chances to make things right and he hasnât followed through. â
â the days come and go and the terrors return. â
â theyâll never be able to pay back what they owe me, but iâll always keep at âem. â
â what about you - is there something somebody owes you? â
â the journey - if you look at it all at once, itâll overwhelm you. itâll hurt your mind. if you take it day by day, thenâŚthen it wonât hurt quite so much. â
â they wanted someone to be proud of, and i did as they asked. â
â the sadness didnât come immediately. when they died, it left me feeling like half of me was missing. â
â the emptiness didnât last - it filled itself with sadness not long after. â
â for a moment there - just a moment - i felt better about it all, too. â
â the time for faith has long passed, friend. â
â love comes in so many forms. i love more dearly now than ever.â
â i love more deeply than the sun and the earth. â
â loyalty to him is the only loyalty i donât regret. â
â when everything has left you, all that remains is a peculiar peace. â
â the way people look at meâŚthatâs when i miss being whole the most. â
â i wish i could talk about what happened the way you do. â
â wishes? if i had my way, iâd go back to a time before the warâŚbut now, i have no wishes. â
â the stars cross the sky and they mean nothing. â