conversations.from: system
conversations.value: All your life you've been an orphan... Well, at least as long as you can remember. Getting shoved around from orphanage to orphanage, getting bullied, getting ignored. You had trouble making friends. You had trouble getting adopted. There was something off about you. Something... Creepy. That sort of upbringing causes cynicism to grow, a healthy shell to protect you from the cruelty of the world...
  
  Then the man in the black car came. He spoke to your home's director, showed him something in a briefcase, and with an enthusiastic nod dragged you out of your room and into the car.
  
  He said you were being taken to a new home. You would get your own room, hot meals, new friends. It would be just wonderful. He seemed more happy to get you out of his hands.
  
  As the car crested over the hill, you found yourself looking out over the beautiful vale. It seemed strange, like it was stuck out of time. For a brief moment, even as you noticed that the mountains around the valley seemed like the jaws of a giant venus fly trap, you felt hope for the first time in a long time.
  
  Is hope what the fly feels before the trap's jaws slam shut?
  
  ___
  
  **The Dreadful Secrets of Candlewick Manor is a story inspired by the RPG of the same name, and it in turn was inspired by Twin Peaks and A Series of Unfortunate Events.**
  
  **This is a darkly comic game that follows a group of orphans as they arrive at an orphanage near a small town. They go on various misadventures, discovering the secrets of the town, all while something tingles in the back of their skull... Something in this town is familiar.**
  
  **Imagine, if you will, the Addams Family children being orphaned and sent to the town from Hot Fuzz, all while solving mysteries and conspiracies with maybe a bit of supernatural flair, and you've got the tone for this game.**
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're skilled with your hands. You have a certain skill when it comes to crafts, and can throw a punch with the best of them.
conversations.prefix: Handy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're quick on your feet. Sports come easily to you, and you can kick someone well if push comes to shove.
conversations.prefix: Fleet-Footed:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Brave, tough, and with a strong core, everyone can agree that you've got guts.
conversations.prefix: Gutsy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You may be a creepy kid, but that doesn't mean you aren't good with your words. You can charm people, lie like a rug, and make sure your insults actually sting a little.
conversations.prefix: An Honest Face:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're super smarticles. Perceptive, knowledgeable, and able to out think your average person.
conversations.prefix: Braniac:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sports don't come easy to you, and you find yourself tripping more often than not. You don't literally have two left feet though... Do you?
conversations.prefix: Two Left Feet:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're not brave, you're not tough. You might get sick easily, or throw up your stomach at the slightest shaking.
conversations.prefix: Weak Stomach:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It might not be a term, but you're still bad with your hands. Your arts and crafts are rough, and you're more likely to take a punch than hit with one.
conversations.prefix: Two Right Hands:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You ain't the sharpest tool in the shed. You find yourself being outsmarted, and don't notice things around you easily.
conversations.prefix: Dull in the Brainpan:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're not just tongue tied. It's like your entire face is tied. You're so bad with words sometimes, it's awful.
conversations.prefix: Cat Got Your Face:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your life has been garbage so far. Why shouldn't you raise a little hell?... Please don't actually raise a little hell. That'll take a while to clean up.
conversations.prefix: Troublemaker:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've never wanted the spotlight. Being noticed means that even the bad people notice you. Keep your head down and stay out of trouble.
conversations.prefix: Lay Low:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Something about this place seems familiar, though you're not sure what. You're driven to poke around and find out what's what.
conversations.prefix: Poke Around:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Patriarch of the Candlewick family. Widower, explorer, and man of mysteries.
conversations.prefix: Dr. Miles Monroe Candlewick:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Son of Dr. Candlewick. Trusting, not too bright, but amazing at sports.
conversations.prefix: Miles Candlewick Jr.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Daughter of Dr. Candlewick. Formerly given much attention by her father, now he's off running an orphanage. Well... Any attention at all is still attention.
conversations.prefix: Wisteria Candlewick:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Former bodyguard and current mechanic for the Candlewick Estate. Protects the orphans and is a fan of the judicious application of violence.
conversations.prefix: Jurgen Drakenslager:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Director of the Candlewick Home. He is a classic scholar, and loves the use of big words.
conversations.prefix: Dr. Rudyard Dravenfirth:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Nurse to the orphans of candlewick. She cares for her charges, but is firm when she needs to be.
conversations.prefix: Matron Flora Fineliner:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Groundskeeper and former master of the hounds. Literally has a glass eye, though he normally wears an eyepatch. Man of few words.
conversations.prefix: Douglas Grooner:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Chef of the Candlewick home. He is a master chef and believes that food can truly change their soul and give them a future.
conversations.prefix: Giuseppe Sangrioli:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Housekeeper at the manor, also known for being an amateur sleuth.
conversations.prefix: Fiona Silverdale:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Town drunk. He was someone once!... Once... Long behind him now.
conversations.prefix: Brodie Blume:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Mayor who got in here totally legitimately! He'll be in for life totally legitimately, just like his father before him, and his father before him!
conversations.prefix: Mayor Lucas Bombrienfeld :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Wife to the mayor. Some say she's the power behind the throne...
conversations.prefix: Gretchen Bombrienfield:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Daughter of the mayor, looking like she's about to have a mental breakdown.
conversations.prefix: May Bombrienfeld:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Owner of Broodenkine Market. Extremely suspicious and nervous of everyone.
conversations.prefix: Shamus Broodenkine:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The mortician for the vale, and a surprisingly happy person. He faces the grim reality of his job with humor.
conversations.prefix: Mortimer Coalblack Jr.:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverend at the United Church of Our Savior. A biblical scholar and... For some reason you think he should be wearing glasses. He doesn't though.
conversations.prefix: Reverend Dick Cricken:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A teacher who isn't very demanding in both life and school. She only demands perfection.
conversations.prefix: Judy Peach Crimmin:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A man who would be Candlewick Vale's master criminal... If he wasn't just total garbage at being a criminal.
conversations.prefix: Hansel Foxgood:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The owner of the local mine. He's a much better man than his father, but the crappy conditions in the mine aren't getting any better.
conversations.prefix: Luscious Gaunt:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Accountant for the mine, wife of the owner, and a lonely... Lonely woman.
conversations.prefix: Patsy Gaunt:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Wife of the local wool magnate. Married into money... And it's coming back to bite her now.
conversations.prefix: Margon Moon Gonnoman:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Owner of the local wool mill. Dresses smart, looks handsome, and overall tries to maintain his lifestyle through any means necessary.
conversations.prefix: Rais Gonnoman:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Daughter of the mill owner. Richest girl in town, and she knows it.
conversations.prefix: Star Gonnoman:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Local judge. Totally not corrupt. Known for putting on a great performance.
conversations.prefix: The Right Honorable Judge Ignes Graffburger:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Mechanic for the town, but not for the manor. Wishes people really knew how to take care of their cars.
conversations.prefix: Karl Grub:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Local butcher from Eastern Europe. Married multiple times. All her husbands have unfortunately died.
conversations.prefix: Svetlana Gurkinmine:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A goodhearted man who works for the mill. Lost his hand in an accident and now works as a foreman.
conversations.prefix: Bruce Handlefit:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Art teacher who sees herself as a student of the universe.
conversations.prefix: Saffron Hoakam:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Math teacher. He likes weird things about numbers. Something something non-euclidean geometry.
conversations.prefix: Finchen Hostler:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: He's one of the miners working under Gaunt. He's also a clumsy oaf and a walking accident waiting to happen.
conversations.prefix: Herbert Kavin:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Local baker in the town. Seems to have secrets and spells she works on at night.
conversations.prefix: Pearl Anne Knottenfaust:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Owner and Editor of the Candlewick Intelligencer. It's the only newspaper in town, and it outs all the corruption in the city. If only anyone actually cared.
conversations.prefix: Icarus Lee:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The science teacher at the local school. She spends day and night trying to get around the school board's rules.
conversations.prefix: Dorothy Naioland:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The local Catholic priest. To say he's fit and good looking is like saying Mount Everest is cool, a bit rocky, and tallish.
conversations.prefix: Father Timothy O'Magill:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The local banker who is known for his harsh, numbers focused business. He is unsympathetic for lateness. He may even have a secret in his past...
conversations.prefix: Jules Ouserus:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A big man made of pure muscle... No seriously, this guy's stats for punching are literally beyond normal humans.
conversations.prefix: Deputy Mitchell Packhammer:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The only doctor in town, and the most cynical man in the city. He's seen everyone here naked, and has seen all their secrets laid bare.
conversations.prefix: Dr. Felix Redmongler:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A rebel and revolutionary, the boy tries to help his father with the mill union... Except Archie is a bit more extreme.
conversations.prefix: Archie Richwish:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Archie's father. He's attempting to start worker unions in the vale, but... Well, it's not working out. People say he's a bit paranoid at times.
conversations.prefix: Dan Richwish:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The local librarian who can't understand what filth they are allowing kids to read nowadays.
conversations.prefix: Madigabial Shushfinger:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The heat of the fire and the taste of the remains sear the edge of your brain.
conversations.prefix: Flame and Ash:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The shrill sound of the fear reaction has left an impression on you.
conversations.prefix: The Sound of a Woman's Screams:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The pressure of water weighing down, of being unable to breath or scream.
conversations.prefix: The Feeling of Being Underwater:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The thick leather cover snapping shut on its binding.
conversations.prefix: An Old Book Slamming Shut:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The smell of cleaning supplies or science experiments filling your nostrils.
conversations.prefix: The Sharp Smell of Chemicals:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *Drip... Drip... Drip... Drip...Drip... Drip... Drip... Drip...Drip... Drip... Drip... Drip...Drip... Drip... Drip... Drip...Drip... Drip... Drip... Drip...Drip... Drip... Drip... Drip...Drip... Drip... Drip... Drip...Drip... Drip... Drip... Drip...Drip... Drip... Drip... Drip...*
conversations.prefix: Dripping Water:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The shattering of glass as an object hits it.
conversations.prefix: Breaking Glass:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The loud crack of gunpowder igniting, causing a small explosion with the expansion of gas.
conversations.prefix: Gun Shots:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The sound and sight of a child being overcome with joy. Something you don't think you've ever felt.
conversations.prefix: Children Laughing:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *Sally-Jane, Sally-Jane. Had no family to her name.*
conversations.prefix: Nursery Rhymes:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The scent of rain falling on dry soil.
conversations.prefix: Petrichor:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The feeling of dirt stuck under your fingernails.
conversations.prefix: Dirt Under Fingernails:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: In the dark, the scratching noise of something on the door of a room.
conversations.prefix: Scratches on a Wooden Door:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The lack of light, causing a lack of vision.
conversations.prefix: Darkness:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The aftereffect of something being lit on fire.
conversations.prefix: Smoke...:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The sight of something off in the distance, the light flickering against it.
conversations.prefix: Wavering Glint of Reflected Light:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Getting the air that you seemed to be lacking for so long.
conversations.prefix: Gasping for Breath:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A delicious meal to start the day off.
conversations.prefix: Frying Sausages:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sometimes you have to force a smile.
conversations.prefix: Smiling When It Hurts:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Quite an interesting shade of color.
conversations.prefix: Ochre:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Record scratches are a popular sound effect, easily combined with freeze frames. Too bad life isn't a show.
conversations.prefix: The Sharp Scratch of a Needle:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You remember once being hugged by someone who actually cared... Once...
conversations.prefix: The Warm Feeling of a Hug:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Fun fact, brick dust is used in hoodoo sometimes. It's also used in building too...
conversations.prefix: The Smell of Brick Dust and Plaster:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Polished wood used for many lovely pieces of furniture. 
conversations.prefix: The Smoothness of Polished Mahogany:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Delicious delicious steak. It's tasty and amazing.
conversations.prefix: The Texture of a Steak Done Just Right:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Fallen leaves crunching and the smell in the air.
conversations.prefix: The Smell of Fallen Leaves:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: That joyous feeling of your heart pounding and your legs aching just a little.
conversations.prefix: How Good it Feels to Run:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've been sick before. Everyone has.
conversations.prefix: Feeling Hot and Feverish:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Something not quite strangling...
conversations.prefix: A Pressure Around her Throat:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It's always awkward when people have no reason to pretend not to stare at you.
conversations.prefix: Unabashed Stares:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You could settle down for the night, but maybe you want to get out and look around. Only way out is through that lock.
conversations.prefix: Unlocking Your Room (Optional):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The eastern wing of Candlewick's Home is one of the two dorms, and apparently much nicer.
conversations.prefix: The East Wing:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Underneath Candlewick's Home is a wine cellar. Apparently more is under there, but it's off limits.
conversations.prefix: The Cellar:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The hallway you live in has come to life and seems to stretch on forever... Not to mention the statues seem to be attacking.
conversations.prefix: Hallway to Heck:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Yeah, maybe being killed by your dorm room isn't how you want to go out. Try to escape again.
conversations.prefix: Attack of the Killer Dorm:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Get it? It's like Rec Room but you're also trying to destroy this room so you can GTFO! PUNS!
conversations.prefix: Wreck Room:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Time to piece the information together. What would be a good idea to do next? Better figure it out before the room floods and you all die.
conversations.prefix: Planning Ahead:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You can see and speak with the dead. If you're nice (nice here meaning "Loud and Angry") enough you can usually get the ghosts to do what you want.
conversations.prefix: Twilight Eyes:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are thick skinned... Literally. Your skin is thick and tough and kinda ugly.
conversations.prefix: Rhino Skin:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You can give someone a dirty look and give them horrible bad luck. You can even attack someone with it, causing them physical harm but just how bad their luck is.
conversations.prefix: Evil Eye:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You literally have four spider legs sprouting from your back like you're that one guy from Spiderman, except with spider legs instead of robot parts. They're just as useful as an actual extra set of four hands too!
conversations.prefix: Spider Legs:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have the strange ability to draw things. Things that you draw happen.
conversations.prefix: Crayons of Doom:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You ever seen that movie The Wolfman? You look kinda like that constantly. You get the perks though: Thick fur, Claws that cut and teeth that bite, A nose that tracks...
conversations.prefix: Wolf Girl:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The shadows writhe when you step near, which is real weird. But you've learned to welcome them. To hide within them. To step into one shadow and step out of another. To shroud yourself in darkness.
conversations.prefix: Shadow Dancer:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Just by looking at someone, you can tell what they fear most in this world, and your illusions can make them live through it. Over, and over, and over...
conversations.prefix: Fear Manipulation:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: While your abilities make you the embodiment of fear itself, there is nothing in this world that scares you. 
conversations.prefix: Fearless:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: While you do not fear anything, you do not love anything either. Most days, you feel nothing at all. 
conversations.prefix: Apathetic :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You still have a pulse, but you're dead all the same. You want to do more than just breathe. 
conversations.prefix: Make a Connection.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Life always seems to fly by around you. Trains speed along faster, people walk quicker, lines even move to your liking....because all of it really is accelerating. Everything picks up when you're around; time and space bend around you wherever you go. Unfortunately, it doesn't stop at the conveniences...your abilities take dark turns as well. Turns you can never reveal to anyone.
conversations.prefix: Acceleration:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Something about being forced to accept isolated meditation and silence while the Earth spins around you in an ocean of noise brings perspective to your life. Some might even say you're wise beyond your years.
conversations.prefix: Old Soul:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Let's just say...you never got out much. It did not help your social skills at all. You don't catch on to cues. You don't know how to open your mouth at all most of the time. Sadly, this means you're easily manipulated and quite unable to make true allies easily.
conversations.prefix: Solitary:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've always had an uncanny ability to know what's going to happen before it happens. Sometimes it's just a few minutes out but sometimes you have visions of the future that is years away. For some reason, no matter how hard you try, you can never change these futures.
conversations.prefix: Premonitions:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have no desire to hurt the innocent, and often dedicate yourself to helping those less fortunate than yourself.
conversations.prefix: Gentle Heart:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your premonitions do not always come in your sleep, sometimes, even during the daylight hours, you can hear voices calling you from times that have not yet come to pass. They rarely have good things to say.
conversations.prefix: Plagued by Voices:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: While there's no outright proof of it, things with the lowest chance of happening, will almost always happen to you. Whether that's getting hit by a truck, but surviving with only a few light scratches, or being struck by lightning, good luck and bad luck - mostly bad - seem to come your way, and people like to stay away from you for their own safety.
conversations.prefix: Abnormal Luck:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're scarily hard to put down - Both physically, and mentally. You don't ever give up, you're tenacious, frustratingly curious, and way too smiley. The random luck sometimes helps a bit, too, if it doesn't kill you.
conversations.prefix: Plucky:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: More like you're a walking natural disaster magnet. While nothing has killed you so far - which could be bad luck in itself - you've experienced rare diseases, been framed for a robbery, been taken hostage by a runaway criminal, had a dead bird fall from the sky and knock you out, and many more. While it may calm for periods of time, your luck is a reason people keep away from you, and it almost completely disrupts your daily life.
conversations.prefix: Unlucky:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're unsatisfied with so very many things. Your curiosity is unsatisfied, your knowledge of your parents is unsatisfied, and your life is unsatisfying. You want to feel like you've achieved something, for once, not just your luck.
conversations.prefix: Satisfaction:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: An island one man, or child as it were, does not make. You may prefer the solitude now, but eventually all that energy spent pushing others away will catch up to you in the end. 
conversations.prefix: Isolated: