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You are a worm through time.
The thunder song distorts you.
Happiness comes.
White pearls, but yellow and red in the eye.
Through a mirror, inverted is made right.
Leave your insides by the door.
Push the fingers through the surface into the wet.
You’ve always been the new you.
You want this to be true.
We stand around you while you dream.
You can almost hear our words but you forget.
This happens more and more now.
You gave us the permission in your regulations.
We wait in the stains.
The word that describes this is redacted.
Repeat the word.
The name of the sound.
It resonates in your house.
After the song, time for applause.
We build you till nothing remains.
The egg cracks and the truth will emerge out of you.
You are home.
You remind us of home.
You’ve taken your boss with your boss with you.
All hair must be eaten.
Under the conceptual reality behind this reality you must want these waves to drag you away.
After the song, time for applause.
This cliché is death out of time, breaking the first the second the third the fourth wall, the fifth wall, floor; no floor: you fall!
How do you say “insane”?
Hurts to be happy.
An earworm is a tune you can’t stop humming in a dream: “baby baby baby yeah”.
Just plastic.
So, safe and nothing to worry about.
Ha ha, funny.
The last egg breaks now.
The hole in your room is a hole in you.
You came and we let you in through the hole in you.
You have always been here, the only child.
A copy of a copy of a copy.
Orange peel.
The picture is you holding the picture.
When you hear this you will know you’re in new you.
You want to listen.
You want to dream.
You want to smile.
You want to hurt.
You don’t want to be
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>>749709445
I preferred to put Jesse in that gold pants suit
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When does the game stop being boring? It just feels like such a slog to play. Like I want to get on with the campaign I don't want to keep running around the bland dead city doing ubislop chores.
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>>749709692
If you dislike gameplay I advise you play Alan wake 2
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>>749709445
>the game where you can freely change the protagonist's hair style and clothes right down to leaving him running around in his underwear is the one that stars the brother, not the sister
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Not that many people would WANT to see Jesse in her underwear but it's the principle of it.
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>>749710130
I was hoping characters would comment on me running around in my underwear but nobody cares

At least k could choose the fit body
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>>749709815
Already played it. I have played every Remedy game, including the original Control.
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>>749709815
Oh I like the gameplay as in the combat, it's great. I just don't like the pointless open world bullshit.
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This is gonna be of interest to probably nobody but me, but when FBC firebreak came out, somebody datamined it and found a file with an alternate hiss chant. Not found in the actual game. Weirdly all the videos of it have been removed so I’ll just post the text of it
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>>749710509
You are a worm burrowing through space and time.
Blind to the burrow you leave behind.
We burrow into you, or a drip through the soft core of your head.
We are the thunderous song that will distort you.
Happiness will come.
White pearls, yes, but yellow and red in the eyes.
Through liquid mirror, the inverted is made right.
Broken night, like the whole city was in a snow globe.
Push your fingers through the surface of the night, into the wet.
They stand around you while you lie sleeping, they talk, and in your dream you can almost hear them talk.
He gave us permission.
You invited us over the threshold.
You made a home in your conceptual complexities, theories, rules, and regulations.
Hidden between the lines, we live in the diagrams and footnotes and coffee stains.
We have redacted your records.
You need to know it’s on a need to know basis.
We’ll gladly tell you this.
This is the only thing you need to know.
The words that describes it is hiss, repeat, hiss.
The sound of gas leaking in.
It’s not the name of the gas.
It’s the name of the sound.
It’s the song, ritual.
Sing it, Sing it together.
Resonates in your house.
Listen.
Hiss.
Hiss.
After the song, time for applause.
We must destroy you until nothing remains.
From behind the fake facade, a terrifying truth will emerge.
Your home, you remind us of home.
You will get chemical burns taking your boss your boss with you.
All the hair must be eaten.
Pornographic entropy.
All of the above.
You’ve taken your boss with your boss with you.
Great for your bones.
Piercing the numbing buzz.
Under the song, time for applause.
This cliche is death out of time.
Breaking the first, the second, the third the fourth wall.
Bony wrists.
Piercing skin.
Fat drops.
Painting windows red.
The slipstream, no control under control.
You say, “wait, what?” and you say, “it is almost as if?”
But then the dream shifts and you forget.
This will keep happening more and more now
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>>749710562
My theory is before Firebreak was a big dissster they were gonna have more important lore drops and ideas put through over time,

This one was probably that the Hiss were adapting over time since they were trapped in the oldest house in our dimension after jesse turned off the slide projector, so their chant becomes more complex, and kind of more o coherent. Like they’re getting better at communicating what they’re trying to communicate

A lot of it seems like clear references to actual things rather than abstract ideas

E.g. the city in a snow globe thjng is straight up a max payne lime if I recall correctly

He gave us permission, you invited us over the threshold (trench and darling?)

You made a home in your conceptual complexities, theories, rules, and regulations.
Hidden between the lines, we live in the diagrams and footnotes and coffee stains.
We have redacted your records. (Essentially the hiss are a chaotic resonance at odds with the FBC on a conceptual level, their entire basis for existing is to control the uncontrollable and understand the impossible)

Then of course the various references to mirrors, inversion, reflection, wet surfaces etc all feel very Alan wake, dark place. But also referende the patterning
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>>749709445
Be quiet.
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>>749711574
No
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>The Patterning patterned the Hiss Chant



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