YARD CUNO LOCUSTS - 1210
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Cuno: "No. Cuno doesn't give a fuck about bugs."
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Cuno: "Yeah," he says slowly, meeting your gaze with sullen defiance. "Cuno took the bugs. So what?"
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Inland Empire: So it wasn't the phasmid... a wave of disappointment washes over you.
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Kim Kitsuragi: Variable["yard.cuno_locusts_said_doesnt_know"]
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Kim Kitsuragi: Variable["yard.cuno_rage_city_heard"]
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Variable["yard.cuno_rage_city_heard"]
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!(Variable["yard.cuno_rage_city_heard"])
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Logic: Locusts coming down like a shadow... This must be the *Night City* he mentioned when you asked him where he's been.
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Cuno: "You stop! It's like they're fucking *night*. Locust City, Night City. City of Rage..."
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Cuno: "Yeah. Locust City -- City of Rage, City of Lights..."
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Conceptualization: There's a tug-of-war over the name of his fantastical city. It's almost too big for his imagination.
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You: "What are you, some kind of *artist* now?"
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Cuno: "Maybe I *am*," he says, looking you straight in the eye...
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You: "Oh c'mon, no one is coming to take you away."
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Cunoesse: Without a word she disappears entirely behind the fence.
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Untitled hub (06)
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You: "What's going to happen to the locusts?" (Nod toward the shack.)
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You: "I have to ask -- what does the City of Locusts *mean*?"
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You: "I need you to stop taking locusts from the traps. The cryptozoologists are trying to find something very important. Those locusts are bait."
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You: "Okay, now that that's settled, I'd better be off." (Conclude.)
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Cuno: "It don't mean anything. It's shit. Cuno just likes to focus. Cuno likes to concentrate on shit, build shit when he's zipping hard. Fuck..." He turns his face up to the heavens.
"It don't mean anything. It's shit. Cuno just likes to focus. Cuno likes to concentrate on shit, build shit when he's zipping hard. Fuck..." He turns his burning face up to the falling snow.
"It don't mean anything. It's shit. Cuno just likes to focus. Cuno likes to concentrate on shit, build shit when he's zipping hard. Fuck..." He turns his burning face up to the falling rain.
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Cuno: "Pig," he says finally, lowering his gaze to meet yours, "you really shouldn't have fucked with Cuno's city. Now it's all fucking lame."
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Cunoesse: "Oh god, Cuno, NO!" The little one behind the fence takes her hat off. "It's gonna happen now! They're gonna make you *lame*."
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Cuno: "Stop it, C! No one's gonna make anyone lame. Cuno's got this under control."
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Rhetoric: This is what he sometimes does when things get tense.
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You: "You should listen to your friend, Cuno. Art's lame as hell."
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You: "That's great, Cuno. It's cool to make art."
(Nod.) "Making art is a worthy calling. I'm something of an artist myself."
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Cunoesse: "I don't believe you!" She disappears entirely behind the fence.
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Cuno: For once, the boy is lost for words. He's turned completely red now, with splotches of white beginning to appear across his face.
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Perception (Sight): There's a suspicious shack in the eastern corner of the yard...
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Jump to: [CUNO MAIN HUB]
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You: "I was really hoping it would be the reed-phasmid that ate the locusts. Not you, Cuno.“
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Cuno: "Yeah, well... Cuno's all you got, bitch."
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Cuno: "Cuno's gonna let the fucking locusts die."
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You: "The Insulindian phasmid."
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Cuno: "Huh..." he mutters to himself.
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Rhetoric: He recognizes the name.
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Kim Kitsuragi: Variable["yard.cuno_locusts_shivers_know"]
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Cunoesse: "Deny everything, Cuno! You need to lawyer up!"
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Kim Kitsuragi: Variable["TASK.ask_cuno_about_missing_locusts"]
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Kim Kitsuragi: Variable["yard.cuno_been_opened_the_shack_door"] or Variable["XP.befriend_the_cuno"]
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Variable["yard.cuno_been_opened_the_shack_door"] or Variable["XP.befriend_the_cuno"]
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!(Variable["yard.cuno_been_opened_the_shack_door"] or Variable["XP.befriend_the_cuno"])
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Reaction Speed: There's definitely something going on here. You should check out Cuno's shack, the one with the pig's head.
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Reaction Speed: There's definitely something going on here. Maybe he's got them stashed somewhere nearby, in some hidden place?
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Jump to: [Untitled hub (06)]
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You: "Wait, you know what the Insulindian phasmid is?"
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Cuno: "Bitches think Cuno doesn't *know* shit..." he says angrily. "The fuck outta here, Cuno's tired of this shit."
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Authority: Use this momentary confusion to take *control* of the situation.
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Rhetoric: You got him. Now convince him to leave the cryptozoologists' traps alone.
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Conceptualization: But it's *not* lame! There's a real *tension* there... "City of Rage"...
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Rhetoric: Did he just say *I*? Cuno usually calls Cuno Cuno.
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Untitled hub (05)
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Cuno: "You don't have a brain for this shit, no one has the brain to take Cuno's shit."
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Cunoesse: "It's because of the lame, Cuno!"
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Composure: As you leave, you notice his usual rooster-like swaying posture has changed, slowed down. Like clockwork unwinding.
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Empathy: There's silence between the two children. They're not saying anything to each other nor looking in each other's direction.
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Kim Kitsuragi: Variable["TASK.ask_cuno_about_missing_locusts"] and Variable["TASK.ask_cuno_about_missing_locusts_done"] == false
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Variable["TASK.ask_cuno_about_missing_locusts"] and Variable["TASK.ask_cuno_about_missing_locusts_done"] == false
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!(Variable["TASK.ask_cuno_about_missing_locusts"] and Variable["TASK.ask_cuno_about_missing_locusts_done"] == false)
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Kim Kitsuragi: FinishTask("TASK.ask_cuno_about_missing_locusts_done")--[[ Variable[ ]]
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Cunoesse: The girl's face appears again above the fence, just long enough to make eye contact with Cuno.
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Cunoesse: The girl forces herself to watch again, the corners of her eyes twitching from discomfort.
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Pain Threshold: The lameness is causing her physical pain. The damage may be permanent.
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Conceptualization: She doesn't know whether to be glad because Cuno's finally convinced of the lameness... or *more* worried, because of his continued use of the first-person singular. Cuno is Cuno. Not *I*.
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Empathy: She sounds like she's about to cry out of disappointment at Cuno's newfound lameness.
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You: "You kids are in trouble."
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You: "What's this about?"
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You: "Now hold on, no one is lame here... just tell me what happened?"
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Jump to: [CUNO MAIN HUB]
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Cuno: "They're not pets." Sounds like you've offended him. "Don't you know what locusts *are*, when they come out of the fucking sky? Fuckin' *descend* and shit."
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Cunoesse: "Stooooop!" she wails from behind the fence, then covers her face with her hands.
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Cuno: "Shut up, C!"
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Cunoesse: "Now they're gonna take you to lame-prison!"
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Cunoesse: "ARRRRGH, CUNO! It's so lame even the *pig* knows it's lame. Please, stop!"
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Cuno: "You stop! It's like they're *night*. Locusts are like this *huge shadow*..."
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Cuno: "Cuno made Cuno. Cuno says whatever the fuck he wants! There are no *rules* here, pig." He steps closer...
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Cuno: "I fucking say 'I' when I wanna and 'Cuno' when I wanna. Cuno's free. Cuno's free to fucking *die*, bitch."
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Untitled hub (04)
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Cuno: "Cuno made himself into Cuno. Cuno can make himself into *anything*. Cuno can make himself into a *pig* if he wants, Cuno can make himself into a f****t. Cuno doesn't give a shit."
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Cunoesse: "Don't make yourself into a pig, Cuno. You'll have to take me away..." A leaden silence fills the yard.
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Suggestion: So that's what this is about.
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You: "Me and Cuno have discussed this. I promised I won't do that."
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You: Say nothing.
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You: "That depends on the choices *you* make, young girl."
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Cunoesse: "Cuno, the pig wants to *help* you..." she moans. "That's how lame it is. Please just don't say you're --"
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Cuno: "An *artist*?" He pushes his chest out. "Maybe I *am* an artist? You hear that everyone, I'm a fucking *artist* now."
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You: "None of your business." [Leave.]
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Cuno: "Yeah, whatever."
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Kim Kitsuragi: Variable["yard.cuno_rage_city_heard"]
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Variable["yard.cuno_rage_city_heard"]
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!(Variable["yard.cuno_rage_city_heard"])
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Cuno: "I don't give a shit, I don't need the locusts anyway. Shit is all lame now." He turns toward the fence. "C was right."
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Cuno: "The fuck are they trying to catch anyway?" he asks before you leave. "With the traps?"
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You: No, I don't want to talk to the kid about lame stuff.
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You: "Cuno is this about... Rage City?"
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Reaction Speed: There's definitely something going on here. Remember his pigs' head shack? You should check it out.
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Cuno: "Yo, fuck you, C. Cuno can be what Cuno wants to be. Cuno's his own man, Cuno's *free*!" He tears at the buttons of his shirt, trying to rip them open. They don't give way.
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Perception (Hearing): In it, you hear snow melting, dripping from the eaves. Someone closing a window.
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Kim Kitsuragi: Variable["yard.cuno_rage_city_heard"]
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Variable["yard.cuno_rage_city_heard"]
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!(Variable["yard.cuno_rage_city_heard"])
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Conceptualization: *Lame...* That rings some bells... Could this be connected to Night City -- a.k.a. the *City of Rage*?
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Kim Kitsuragi: Variable["yard.cuno_been_opened_the_shack_door"]
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Kim Kitsuragi: Variable["yard.cuno_conze_lame_rage_city"]
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Reaction Speed: There's definitely something going on here. Maybe he's got them stashed somewhere nearby, in some hidden place?
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Variable["TASK.ask_cuno_about_missing_locusts"]
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!(Variable["TASK.ask_cuno_about_missing_locusts"])
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Cuno: "Cuno's not gonna say anything without his lawyer present."
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Cuno: "Cuno's not gonna say anything without his lawyer present."
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You: "Why steal locusts? Couldn't you find some other pets?"
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You: "City of Rage sounds like a cool place."
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Cuno: "The fuck outta here..." he says, not entirely convinced of himself. "Cuno's tired of this shit."
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Rhetoric: So he knows locusts are bugs.
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Variable["yard.cuno_conze_lame_rage_city"]
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!(Variable["yard.cuno_conze_lame_rage_city"])
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Physical Instrument: Yeah, that's pretty lame. Sounds like art.
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Variable["yard.cuno_been_opened_the_shack_door"]
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!(Variable["yard.cuno_been_opened_the_shack_door"])
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Cuno: "I am who I am, C, fuck you!"
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Variable["yard.cuno_locusts_said_doesnt_know"]
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You: "You say you don't *give a fuck about bugs*, then you go and build a whole bug town."
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Cunoesse: "Stoooooop!" she wails from behind the fence, then buries her face in her hands.
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You: (Point at the shack.) "So that, in there, is Night City?"
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You: "So this is the city you kept talking about."
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Variable["yard.cuno_locusts_shivers_know"]
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!(Variable["yard.cuno_locusts_shivers_know"])
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You: "Later, Cuno."
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JUMP OUT to YARD / CUNO
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Cunoesse: "Oh my god." The little one seems distraught. "I told you that shit is lame!"
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You: "Whatever, kids, I just wanted to ask..."
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You: "Hold on, did I hear you right? You said 'I'."
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Cunoesse: "OH MY GOD, CUNO! He's gonna make you totally lame in, like, three seconds! Don't let him, Cuno!"
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Cuno: "It's not Bug Town, it's the *City of Locusts*," he says, enunciating every syllable. "Locusts aren't just bug-shit. They come out of the sky like a fucking shadow. Shit *descends*."
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