PostApocalypse (Indie VN)
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Wow, look at our band of misfits.
I love you. Don't let me die. (In pain and possibly crying, her leg was JUST crushed by a small meteor.)
I don't know about you, but I'm ready to kill that-(Make it sound angry, and she just got cut off by Teddy pulling her back)
He was my soulmate, okay? But he got crushed. He was making sure it wasn't me, but it should have been. I guess that's selfish, huh? (Heartbroken.)
Not to be rude, Teddy, but this isn't the time to be arguing. We need to get out of the way of that giant dinosaur. It's running towards us. Pretty fast. (Getting more frantic as the sentence continues, because the dinosaur is getting closer.)
I don't even know what your problem is with me, but we need to work together. (Stern, take charge.)
Hey, not that I'm trying to tell you what to do or anything, but if I were, I'd tell you not do to THAT.
Oh, right, you actually...um, want me to help you. Of course. Okay, what do you need?
No you can't date people in this game! Do you have any idea how hard it would be to add that feature in? I mean, uh, dating isn't that important. Look at all the dinosaurs. Wheee...
Oh, but Carla seems so nice. (Disappointed and full of pity.)
Whatever you say, Harley! (Be more loud and maybe a little aggressive.)
Sorry, I gotta do this. Hope it doesn't hurt too much! (Apologetic, but then excited.)
I...I just shot the dinosaur! (Disbelief.)
This computer terminal is still here. I wanna see if I can check my facebook. (Nonchalant.)
I love you Stella. So we'd better kick butt. (Determined.)
You just kicked Harley. That was...kind of hot.
You have no clue what this is like, so don't open your mouth on the subject. (Ticked off.)
Looks like I am the only /man/ left on the world. (Snide.)
Carla...what are you trying to do? Can you put that sock back on? Th-thanks.
How many t-times do I have to say sorry for stabbing you in the foot? Okay, probably a lot.
At l-least I have a c-car. You guys need me, so...don't leave me b-behind.
I can't believe this crap. The world exploded during my effing PROM NIGHT. (P*ssed.)
You want me to use a weapon? Like I can actually shoot something? Yeah, right. (Dismissive.)
Okay, I'm going to pretend this isn't happening. (Freaked out.)
Stop complaining, Carla. We're all just trying not to die, and we *will* leave you behind. (Irritated.)
Is that...a dinosaur? Oh, okay. Sure, why not? (Incredibly sarcastic.)
I think this thing is following me. Cool. (Bemused.)
I do...what is /that/?! (Here she goes from saying "I do" to seeing a dinosaur running towards her and her wedding party, so pretty freaked out.)
There goes my wedding dress. I knew I shouldn't have spent that much money. (Disappointed.)
Just so you know, now I actually AM mad. (Angry.)
It's a dog eat dog world. Or human eat human. Whatever.
Stop asking me why I'm crazy! (Angry, said through her teeth.)
I hope this hurts a LOT! (Angry and aggressive.)
That's a big...dinosaur.
Wanna know what else I have three of?
I'm assuming that isn't an open marriage...shame.
You just saw a dinosaur, and that's what you're going with? (Judgemental.)
Wait, I...I get a sword? (Surprised.)
Mom...? DAD? (Discovered parents, dead. So devastated and shocked.)
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