“I forget that Pathologic Classic is sometimes funny” Your weed dealer is a talking worm. You can also hand a gun to a talking worm and tell it to kill itself. The town’s postal service is run by mimes. As far as you’ve seen, nobody speaks to each other. If you start the game choosing even a slightly less typical MC, everyone will gatekeep common knowledge from you including your own character. A little girl invites a fugitive serial killer to nap in her bed so she can convert him to her political party. Each store has about five doors and only one will take you to the store while the other four take you to a haunted house in which you get jumped by a cough cloud. A disembodied voice announcing the death toll at midnight will urge you to drop everything and go watch a play. Your colleague will address a letter of suicide to you then take it back to say he’ll be content so long as he can protect the madman who runs the theater. He can’t stand the madman who runs the theater. The fandom’s golden child eats people on the street. He climbs to the bottom of a well to chat with a talking rat who told the governor’s wife that he killed his daddy before he even made it to Town. The collapsing economy is kept afloat by toddlers being the most reliable pharmaceutical salespeople and arms dealers—besides a guy who does a gay little dance then charges you a million rubles for a pistol. You pay using the money a liberal capitalist bribed you with to Not Speak Of The Talking Rat. A military commander talks himself into worshiping a homeless teenager who was disowned because the snitching rat also called her a disease and her parents believed it. Andrey (29M) grows so invested in discourse with her (16F) before any of this that he (29M) cusses her (16F) out for a week. “Go, onion!” This is consistent and deliberate.
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