conversations.from: system
conversations.value: Welcome to Cornwall, New England. We are a quaint little city here by the sea, always happy to see visitors. Maybe you came for the fresh air. Maybe for the quiet -the deep quiet only occasionally broken by the gibbering in the night. Maybe you came to explore the network of caves and tunnels that run below our town, through our ground, our dreams. Maybe you are lost. Maybe you wish to hide in the mists. You won't be the first. Welcome to Cornwall. Perhaps you will even get to leave. 
  
  I hope this story will be weird and spooky and surreal. I'm aiming for a welcome to nightvale feel. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: 15 years ago Jack Brannigan arrived in Cornwall and started a fringe congregation. With a small but dedicated group of followers they built the church on Westhill.
conversations.prefix: Pastor Brannigan's Church:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Well, bloody money, anyway. This wad of hundred dollar bills you found in your pocket is covered in it. Who's, blood is a question. A good one.
conversations.prefix: Blood Money:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is it with keys and locks? You have no idea what this key opens.
conversations.prefix: Old Key:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Lemen brand padlock. Why do you own this?
conversations.prefix: Padlock:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Well, bloody money anway. This was of hundred dollar bills you found in your pocket is covered in blood.  Who's blood is a question. A very good question.
conversations.prefix: Blood Money:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Don't worry, they aren't yours.
conversations.prefix: Four Human Teeth:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Four of them. Don't worry, they aren't yours.
conversations.prefix: Human Teeth:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It's a letter. From The Pastor. Something is terribly wrong in Cornwall.
conversations.prefix: Letter From the Pastor.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Built by Blackmoor to Ingrid's specifications, this device registers Geothaumic energy.
conversations.prefix: Geothaumic Meter:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: This is the letter that The Pastor sent to Raphael Nash.
conversations.prefix: Letter From The Pastor:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Mayor of Cornwall.
conversations.prefix: Mayor Martin Openmeier:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You don't know who you are, where you are, what you are. Maybe you can find answers?
conversations.prefix: Amnesiac:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You want to know it all. All knowledge exists for you to discover it and make it your own.
conversations.prefix: I Must Have Knowledge:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Get in that building, any way you can.
conversations.prefix: Get in There:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: 15 years ago Jack Brannigan arrived in Cornwall and established a fringe congregation.  With a small but dedicated group of followers he built this church on Westhill.
conversations.prefix: Pastor Brannigan's Church:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have a solid scientific background, but have been drawn to the edges of acceptable scientific study all your life. You want to believe, but need facts. You work with Blackmoor trying to find them.
conversations.prefix: Blackmoor's Assistant:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have been hitching across America for some time now. You want adventure, wherever the road may lead you.
conversations.prefix: Wanderer:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have a checkered past.You grew up fast on the tough city streets, giving you...questionable skills. You are on the run from something, hopefully towards something better.
conversations.prefix: Criminal:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: One time electrical engineer, self-professed paranormal investigator. Born story teller. He believes in what he is doing, despite what everyone else says. Has spent the last five years examining ley lines in America.
conversations.prefix: Kurt Blackmoor:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are weak. Not even Charles Atlas can help you. Whether due to a lifetime of study or behind the desk, or a long term illness, you are frail.
conversations.prefix: My Eyes Are Full Of Sand!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You will do anything for a friend. Anything. Once someone has your loyalty it is very hard to lose.
conversations.prefix: Loyal:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are an alcoholic. You are not always drunk, but once you start drinking...well, it gets ugly.
conversations.prefix: Just One More Drink:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have always had good hunches. You can guess what people are thinking and sometimes you dream things before they happen. Your powers are not always correct and never fully under your control.
conversations.prefix: Kinda Psycic:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are tough. Nothing puts you down for long. One time you got hit by a cab crossing the street and still made it to work on time. If sore.
conversations.prefix: Take a Beating.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Or anything else. You are brave. Nothing scares you. Nothing rattles you. Even when maybe it should.
conversations.prefix: I Aint Afraid of No Ghosts:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You can open most locks, given enough time. Doors are merely a hindrance to you, not obstacles.
conversations.prefix: Lockpick:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You know some basic, yet difficult, spells. Nobody believes you, of course, but you have studied and have practiced and feel like there is more to learn.
conversations.prefix: Magical abilities:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You suffer from depression. Everything is such a chore. The world is without colour, food is tasteless and no one understands you. Sigh.
conversations.prefix: My Soul Is Full of Weeds:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are good at puzzles. You have always been able to figure things out.
conversations.prefix: Analytic Mind:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are inclined to the shady part of the law. You have no compunctions helping yourself to others property. Morality is for losers.
conversations.prefix: Criminal Tendacies:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have a face that is just begging to be punched, and a personality to match. You just can not seem to make friends. No matter what your intentions people just assume the worst of you.
conversations.prefix: Oh...I Hate That Guy!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are a coward. Plain and simple. You wish you could be brave, but any time anything scary happens you run, you hide, you...have embarrassing accidents.
conversations.prefix: Hide Me!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Town & Country 
  1980 (F)
  
  Blackmoor's wagon has seen better day. It is badly rusted, floats on questionable suspension and groans and coughs as it tries to climb hills.
  
  Wheelbase  
  112.7
  
  Overall length  
  205.5
  
  Overall width  
  74.2
  
  Overall height  
  
  55.5 
  
  Track (Max) 
  60.0
  
  Turning radius  
  40.7’
  
  Headroom, F/R 
  39.2 / 38.7 
  
  Legroom, F/R 
  
  42.4 / 37.4 
  
  Cargo capacity (cf)  
  
  71.8
  
  Weight 
   3,545 - 3,617
conversations.prefix: Blackmoor's 1983 Town & Country Station Wagon:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: What you show the world is not the real you. The real you must be hidden. At all cost.
conversations.prefix: Its a secret....:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You just can't let a mystery like this lie. You *must* figure out what the story of Cornwall is.
conversations.prefix: What the Hell is Going On?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You want to figure out more about yourself. You want to pit yourself against dangers and test yourself. Cornwall may be the place to do this.
conversations.prefix: Find Yourself:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You want to be a better person. You do not like the person you have become and are on a journey to change.
conversations.prefix: Be a Better You:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are a freelance writer. You travel in order to find material and work. Its a lonely life but you are skilled and tenacious.
conversations.prefix: Wordsmith:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: 'Hey, this would make a great book!' you say to yourself several times a day. You want to write that next bestseller.
conversations.prefix: Story Teller:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Clear your name. This murder had nothing to do with you, and you are going to prove it.
conversations.prefix: I Didn't Do It! (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A small city only needs a small sheriff's office and this is no exception. A small room with three desks. One for the Sheriff, one for the receptionist and one that the four deputies share. The three cells are through a door in the back.
conversations.prefix: Cornwall Sheriff's Office:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sheriff hank, a tall and thin black man who wears his khaki uniform with a casual ease. He is informal and friendly. Easily underestimated.
conversations.prefix: Sheriff Hank Grimes:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A small space with a tattered, flower patterned chair. Behind a gouged wooden counter is the office of Mark Blackmoor where he has a cluttered desk, an ossilating fan and a crackling television.
conversations.prefix: Bloor Motel Reception:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Clear your name. This murder had nothing to do with you, and you are going to prove it.
conversations.prefix: I Didn't Do It!:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Proprietor of the Bloor Motel. Dark, unkempt hair, and a handlebar moustache. He likes owning a motel but finds customers annoying. Good thing he runs a place in Cornwall where customers are few and far between.
conversations.prefix: Mark Bloor:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Look around, see what you can see.
conversations.prefix: Examine the Crime site:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Behind the Alter is a cleverly hidden door. Behind it is a set of stairs, leading down.
conversations.prefix: Find the secret room.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A motel on the edge of Cornwall, along the only highway leading in. It is a vaguely run down affair, with a crackling neon sign proclaiming 'vacancies', 'pool' and 'color tv'. It has 12 rooms, six on ground 6 above. Behind is a forgotten, scum-slicked swimming pool.
conversations.prefix: Bloor Motel:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This seems to be the place where the locals gather to chat over coffee. Everyday, over the clatter of coffeecups and the clank of cutlery the men and women exchange gossip and news. The coffee is weak but refills are free. And they have amazing apple pie.
conversations.prefix: Jack's Diner:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Figure out what is wrong with this town.
conversations.prefix: The Truth is Out There:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: As every moment passes you get more and more terrified. You don't know why, you just know that if it doesn't stop something terrible is going to happen.
conversations.prefix: The Creeping Fear:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: This leather bound book is full of hand written entries. It is in some kind of code. It'll take some time to figure this out.
conversations.prefix: Journal:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Like it or not, you being strangers makes you prime suspects for the murder. Better get talking or you're going in.
conversations.prefix: Talk Your Way Out Of It:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There are about a billion rats in here and it doesn't look like they want to let you out. Fight your way to freedom.
conversations.prefix: Whack A Rat:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Where did the windows go? Or the doors? How did you get in here? Find a way out.
conversations.prefix: There's Gotta Be a Way Outta Here!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You either want to bring the killer to justice, or you want to administer your own.
conversations.prefix: Find The Killer:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: There has to be some kind of hint here, as to who, or what, could have done this. And maybe why.
conversations.prefix: Get a Clue:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: This is a custom gun. Someone had intended this as a show piece. It still puts holes in things, though.
conversations.prefix: Colt Revolver:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Figure out what is wrong with this town.
conversations.prefix: The Truth is Out There (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Get to know one another a bit.
conversations.prefix: Nice to Meetcha:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You need to find a way out of the Church. And since, you know, the place is on fire, you'd better do it quick.
conversations.prefix: Get Out:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Try and get the computer to do something.
conversations.prefix: Is this thing on?:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Secret room at the bottom of the stairs in. Murder church. What could go wrong down here?
conversations.prefix: Secret Room:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Don't worry, they aren't yours.
conversations.prefix: Four Human Teeth (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This is the letter that The Pastor sent to Raphael Nash.
conversations.prefix: Letter From The Pastor (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Run through the woods, away from the faceless men.
conversations.prefix: Run:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Run through the woods, away from the faceless men.
conversations.prefix: Run (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The woods around Cornwall are lush and green right now. They are also thick, misty and not well travelled. At least not by people.
conversations.prefix: The Woods:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Who or what were those crowned figures?
conversations.prefix: Who Were those Willow men:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Who or what were those crowned figures?
conversations.prefix: Who Were those Willow men (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You encounter something in the woods  that relates to your own personal past.
conversations.prefix: The Past Is Always There, Ready To Tear You Apart:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You suffer from depression. Everything is such a chore. The world is without colour, food is tasteless and no one understands you. Sigh.
conversations.prefix: My Soul Is Full of Weeds:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Raph doesn't want to play ball with Kurt's attempts to bond. He wants to be, infact, a grade-A douchebag.
conversations.prefix: Be an Asshole:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Whether it's your good looks or your matter-of-fact sense of humor, you tend to put people at their ease. People feel that they know where they stand with you, whether that's accurate or not.
conversations.prefix: Charismatic:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: There has to be some kind of joy de vivre that comes with wanting to be a writer. You have that in spades.
conversations.prefix: Gleeful Enthusiasm:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You know, machines just don't like you. You've got an old laptop that you've managed to work out an agreement with, but if you're around something long enough, it just tends to start messing up.
conversations.prefix: Gremlins:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: know how to mash the right buttons on a keyboard. No hacking, no programming, just the basic stuff you learned in high school. Now if you could only remember where you went to high school ...
conversations.prefix: Basic computer literacy: