conversations.from: system
conversations.value: Dark Days Are Coming and Gaia has chosen her champions. Charged by one of three occult secret societies, a group of fresh recruits have been sent to prove their worthiness as agents in the Secret World. Their task will take them to a hidden break in reality where this world and another merge in horrifying and violent ways.  
  
  (A story game based on Funcom's MMORPG 'The Secret World')
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: An ugly figurine of a vaguely monstrous humanoid performing some kind of blasphemous act. Apparently demons collect these things. Or something. Each one is wrapped in thick cloth to prevent damage.
conversations.prefix: Demonic Tribute:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Malkira's army has grown far beyond the Illuminati's ability to neatly control it. The tributes you have been given might keep them sated until a better solution can be found.
conversations.prefix: Keep the Peace, Maintain the Accord:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *Almost* exactly what it says on the tin. It's a map, which shows an outline of the town's layout. It's also made of some kind of animal hide and inked with odd runes along the edges. Comes with a small tube to hold it.
conversations.prefix: Map of Centralia:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Typical fare for certain church rites; in the correct hands, these simple materials are proof against demonic influence. Sadly, there's only so much to go around.
conversations.prefix: Palm Ashes, Holy Oils:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A demonic infestation is a serious matter, and the Illuminati are not taking it seriously. Learn what you can about this threat and eliminate it if possible. 
conversations.prefix: Purge the Demonic Stain:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A relic of a martyred saint, who was tortured to death by dark cultists. The holy man's tears were said to have miraculously burned his tormentors with the purity of his piety. A small flask is a good charm against fell powers.
conversations.prefix: Tears of St. Jacob:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Aptly named, these ruddy opalescent pebbles are reputed to be able to heal any grievous wound. They also act as a kind of currency among certain demonic populations.
conversations.prefix: Blood Pearls:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A collection of dry grains, soup cans, evaporated milk, macaroni, and other hardy but generally boring foodstuffs.
conversations.prefix: Nonperishable Food:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Something has disrupted the Cycle in or near Centralia. The Vedics believe several potential Stories have been imprisoned as a result. Restoring the cycle of rebirth is paramount.
conversations.prefix: Restore the Cycle:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Exactly what it says on the tin. A carryall full of paperback books, both fiction, non-fiction, poetry and small textbooks. It's a little heavy to carry for a long time.
conversations.prefix: Bag of Books:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A mechanical tattoo iron, with needles, ink, and a car battery to power it. Thankfully, you were given a bag to carry it in, but it's still a little cumbersome.
conversations.prefix: Tattoo Iron:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Centralia Hellrift is at the nexus of several calculations which need further refinement. Observe the tides of fate in this isolated locale and make waves where you can.
conversations.prefix: Model Centralia:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Malkira's mental powers seek to bend you to his whim. Do you have the capacity to resist his domination?
conversations.prefix: Psychic Attack:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There's one thing that separates the sheep from the wolves, and that's the ability to exploit an opening. Gaia granted you power, and hell if you're not going to use it.
conversations.prefix: Illuminati Opportunist:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Once your eyes were open to the Secret World, you found the only light in the abyss was that which you were able to create yourself. You ceaselessly strive to push back the darkness.
conversations.prefix: Templar Crusader:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Reality is more than the sum of its parts, and you sense so much more than what your senses tell you. The path you walk is strange and perhaps ineffable, but rewarding for the wisdom it grants.
conversations.prefix: Dragon Philosopher:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: All structures need leaders, but all leaders need someone who can see the structures. You provide the analytical brainpower to develop and enact initiatives to empower the team.
conversations.prefix: Illuminati Strategist:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Every iron fist needs a velvet glove. You smooth the path ahead, granting the mercy of parlay before the horrors of war erupt. Or perhaps you undermine the efforts of the enemy to sow discontent among the ranks. Whichever.
conversations.prefix: Templar Conciliator:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Force of arms will always fail without strength of mind to guide it. The knowledge of the Temple stretches back millennia, and you have the expertise to best utilize it against the hidden horrors of the world.
conversations.prefix: Templar Researcher:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The soul of chaos is disruption; breaking the status quo, shaking up tradition to bring new insight into old problems. Gaia's champions cannot be chained to outmoded solutions or expectations.
conversations.prefix: Dragon Inhibitor:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Put the pedal to the metal. Lock and load. Pics or GTFO. You don't have time to slow down or think twice. The Secret World is a hard place. You make the hard calls, you take the hard jobs.  Win-Win.
conversations.prefix: Illuminati Expeditor:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: What does not bend will break. A will of one can sway the strength of hundreds. Better to burn out than fade away. You weapons are symbols of your dedication to a question which has no answer.
conversations.prefix: Dragon Dissolver:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A newly inducted member of the Illuminati, the new world's secret society and ardent opposition of the Templars.
  
  "Sex, Drugs, and Rockefeller". 
conversations.prefix: Illuminati Agent:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A newly inducted member of the Dragon, the Oriental-based secret society and mysterious acolytes of radical change.
  
  "Change requires chaos, and chaos is ours to orchestrate."
conversations.prefix: Dragon Agent:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A newly inducted member of the Templars, the old world's secret society and stalwart bastion against the dark horrors of the Secret World.
  
  "Deliverance From Evil" 
conversations.prefix: Templar Agent:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The headquarters of the Templar Order. A great, stately edifice of marble, granite, and warding spells. The halls speak of the proud traditions and noble sacrifices of those who have gone before.
conversations.prefix: Temple Hall, London:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A befuddling concrete, glass, and steel maze outfitted with the latest in technological security measures and surveillance equipment. Not a moment goes by without the feeling of someone's eye on you.
conversations.prefix: The Labyrinth; Brooklyn:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A seemingly placid and weatherbeaten monastery hidden in plain sight this new metropolis. The robes of mute monks swish over stone gardens. Paper lanterns cast shifting shadows over wooden eaves and jade lions.
conversations.prefix: Coils of the Dragon; Seoul:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The World Tree, the sublime machine. The golden light of Gaia's heart is breathtaking but also comforting to her chosen. Broad, vibrant branches stretch out from the trunks of these colossal trees toward swirling portals beckoning to other lands across this world...and others.
conversations.prefix: Agartha, the Hollow Earth:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: An abandoned strip of tarmac winding between wild, overgrown grasses and untended trees. The surface has weathered badly, with large, deep cuts into the ground. Vandals have spraypainted various messages into the road - some vulgar, some simply as boasts. Yet, as your proceed, many more have a sinister or occult theme to them. An unnaturally-hot breeze brings the stink of something burning in the distance.
conversations.prefix: Old Route 61 (Ruined):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your faction handler has things to say about how your new 'employers' want to direct your talents.
  
  Try not to make an fool of yourself.
conversations.prefix: Briefing on Centralia (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Kirsten has shaped the new rising stars of the Illuminati. She has a great deal of power as one of its talent recruiters.
  
  "All that matters is the future, the future we're building. You're going to see that the Earth is up for inheritance and the meek are shit out of luck."
conversations.prefix: Kirsten Geary:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Mr. Sonnac is the liaison with the Templars. He is reserved, conservative, but forward-thinking.
  
  "Strive for purity of thought, and purity of action will follow. Impress this on your fellow Templars, and on all others by example."
conversations.prefix: Richard Sonnac:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Bong Cha acts as the Voice of the Dragon, although this position may be more precarious than anyone knows. 
  
  "Trust us to know where you'll be useful. Where you'll be able to disrupt and add discord."
conversations.prefix: Bong Cha:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your faction handler has things to say about how your new 'employers' want to direct your talents.
  
  Try not to make a fool of yourself.
  
  ((This challenge can be completed with an uncertain response, but you may gain a reward by completing it with strength or weakness (even with a weak response).  You may take the Goal card regardless of outcome.))
conversations.prefix: Briefing on Centralia:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: An abandoned strip of tarmac winding between wild, overgrown grasses and untended trees. A high embankment of grassy soil has been built across the road. 
conversations.prefix: Old Route 61 Barricade:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: They destroyed someone or something close to you. Needless to say, you'll never rest until you have satisfaction.
conversations.prefix: Vendetta:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Grabbing it. Keeping it. Using it. Power is your currency. Your DNA. Your god. Blackmail, treason, deceit; these are your stock and trade.
conversations.prefix: It's All About Power:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You were looking for a purpose. Mark this: there is no greater purpose than yours. The world will flounder without structure and discipline. 
conversations.prefix: Search for Order:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are not the face of a coin, praying for fate to favor your side. You are the hand that makes the toss, the trajectory, the violence in the wind. 
conversations.prefix: Controlled Chaos:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Crosses, Running water, Silver bullets, Iron nails. Whatever it might be, you have it, and it's the bane of your existence. Worse still, people generally can figure it out..
conversations.prefix: Cliche Vulnerability:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Hell Dimensions have called your name for years, whether you will it or no. You screams of the damned and the sighs of demons follow you relentlessly. Dare you face the yawning abyss?
conversations.prefix: Marked by Hell:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Gaia has chosen her champions, but she didn't bother to ask you first! You might be stuck in this madhouse for now, but if you play your cards right maybe you can have a normal life once again.
conversations.prefix: I Don't Want This:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The first moment you felt Anima surging through your body, it was like coming home. You never knew what you lacked until now, and you'll fight forever against those who oppose and weaken your new mother, Gaia.
conversations.prefix: Faithful of Gaia:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Ever since that first night of power and magic, you're living in a nightmare you can't escape. The horrors you've witnessed threaten to shatter your mind - human beings weren't made for this!
conversations.prefix: Battling Madness:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Once upon a time, your life was changed irrevocably by the sacrifice of another. You might not ever be able to pay them back, but you'll be damned if you don't make every moment of your new life count.
conversations.prefix: Indebted by Honor:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Becoming a champion of Gaia wasn't what you expected out of life, but the possibilities seem limitless! If only you could understand this new power, you're certain it could overcome any obstacle in your path.
conversations.prefix: Mastering the Power:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Something within you aches to be released. Did Gaia's sting awaken this? You must learn what it is that sleeps within your soul, and whether it bodes for good or ill.
conversations.prefix: Occult Legacy:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Whether due to youth or a sheltered life, you haven't made enough mistakes to judge when you're about to make another one. What is obvious to others might be ponderously mysterious to you.
conversations.prefix: Inexperienced:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The years have left you wary and callous, unwilling to risk your feelings again.  You often assume others just waiting to disappoint or hurt you.
conversations.prefix: Heartless:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: When you get an idea, a mission, or a fear in your mind, you can’t just let it go. This makes adapting to new situations difficult, and acceptance of failure daunting.
conversations.prefix: Obsessed:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Contemplation is boring! You sometimes look before you leap or speak before you think. Prior disasters have done little to stem your bad habit.
conversations.prefix: Impulsive:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The realization of the unstable nature of the world has left you fearful of trusting others. You frequently expect the worst outcome, which can paralyze you into inaction.
conversations.prefix: Paranoid:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your anger and spite holds you back, causes you troubles, and threatens the things you hold most dear. 
conversations.prefix: Wrath:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You sometimes take chances that put you or others at risk. This makes you seem as unpredictable and unreliable to others.
conversations.prefix: Reckless:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your certainty and confidence sometimes go too far, getting you into trouble. Worse still, you're unlikely to take advice from others due to their obviously inferior judgment.
conversations.prefix: Arrogant:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You cannot escape your mistakes or your guilt, which can make you hesitant and halting. Acknowledging your strengths is difficult because you know you are so flawed.
conversations.prefix: Troubled:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You screwed up bad, and someone knows it. You're working against your will now; someday, somehow, you'll beat this and be back on top. You've just got to figure out how to do it.
conversations.prefix: Blackmailed:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You’ve got to act a certain way to be an example to others. Sometimes, it’s like fighting with one hand tied. The urge to compromise your integrity is seductive and ever-present
conversations.prefix: Honor Bound:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have a nasty rep for doing nasty things and it’s not wholly undeserved. Maybe you had your reasons, maybe it's just your nature. Regardless, people assume the worst of you based on this.
conversations.prefix: Viciousness:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You’re blunt, rude, or even gross sometimes. Maybe you don’t care what others think, maybe you don’t know better.  You frequently damage the relationships of those close to you with your antics.
conversations.prefix: Jackass:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Reality is too much for you to withstand, and as a result you've lost touch with sanity in some small capacity. Maybe this is helped by medication, maybe not. You fight every day to keep a hold on what is left of your mind.
conversations.prefix: Disturbed:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The factions may have conscripted you to play their games but power only has one responsibility: bringing justice and hope to those who are suffering. And damn anyone who gets in your way. 
conversations.prefix: Justice Over All:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Someone (or someTHING) is after you. Maybe its your fault, maybe not. Being pulled into the factions might have given you a small shield against this, but you know its only a matter of time before your pursuers find you.
conversations.prefix: On The Run:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Not every Chosen of Gaia is pulled into the Big Three. Other, smaller societies exist, but lack the dominant factions' resources. Just remember, there are no neutral sides in the Secret War - just collateral damage.
conversations.prefix: Indepedent Agent:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You might not be the most attractive person (or maybe you are), but its your words that enchant others and twist them to your will. 
conversations.prefix: Silver-Tongued:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've seen action in the hotspots of the world. When the bullets start flying, you know exactly what to do.
conversations.prefix: Battle Hardened:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Whether it's book learning or savvy application of experience, your intellect has gotten you out of more trouble than your fists, often before trouble knew you were there. 
conversations.prefix: Brains over Brawn:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: When in doubt, don't think - just act. A knack for improvisation, adaptation, and flying by the seat of your pants has made you a force to be reckoned with.
conversations.prefix: Quick Witted:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're the person who knows everyone, and everyone wants to know. You collect favors and debts like others collect coins. And you spend them just the same. Woe to anyone who owes you and fails to pay up.
conversations.prefix: Connections:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your Anima manifests itself in facility with using melee weaponry: blades, blunt objects, even your own body. You can perform mystical feats that would be impossible for science to explain.
  (this selection is intended for inexperienced players or for whom nothing else seems to be appealing)
conversations.prefix: Melee Combat:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Champions of Gaia have a magic of their own, which takes some practice to master. You, on the other hand, seem to take to it as second nature. You might not understand it, but it comes easily anyway.
conversations.prefix: Mystical Savant:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A graduate of the School of Hard Knocks, you've seen more of your blood spilled than you care to remember. Maybe it's not so hard to knock you down, but it's impossible to keep you from getting back up.
conversations.prefix: Tough as Nails:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Some might consider you stubborn or intractable, but there is an inner steel to you that nothing can break. Pain, persuasion, heartache, or even love - nothing will compromise you.
conversations.prefix: Tower of Will:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your Anima manifests itself in facility with using ranged weaponry: firearms, bows, even thrown weapons. You can perform mystical feats that would be impossible for science to explain.
  (this selection is intended for inexperienced players or for whom nothing else seems to be appealing)
conversations.prefix: Ranged Combat:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Let's not mince words: you're rich. Maybe you earned it, stole it, or inherited it; you've got cash and resources to burn. This won't solve of every problem, but you'd be surprised how many it will.
conversations.prefix: Fat Bank:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Is it your lucky 13? The Horseshoe over your doorway? Or were you just kissed by Lady Luck herself? Whatever it is, you have a knack for avoiding the worst in life - often despite your own foibles.
conversations.prefix: Dumb Luck:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You notice things others frequently miss. A chair out of place, a fact missing in a lie, the grief hidden in a enemy's eyes. The world is full of knowledge and clues - when you know how to see them.
conversations.prefix: Perceptive:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Whether it's being a cat burglar or just simply creeping out on the morning after, you've got the knack to remain hidden and unnoticed. Sometimes you can pull this off in plain sight, or in usual circumstances.
conversations.prefix: Sneakiest-est:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have the Gift, the Sight, a clairvoyance (or -audience) that others lack. You perceive things beyond the physical world. This might be as much curse as blessing, but at least you've made it useful. 
conversations.prefix: Sixth Sense:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: For some reason, you've drawn some being or creature from the Secret World to your side. They're willing to stand beside you through your adventures and trials. 
  ((Discuss with GM before choosing this))
conversations.prefix: Strange Companion:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your Anima manifests itself in facility with using the True Arts: Elemental force, chaos magick, even blood rites. You can perform mystical feats that would be impossible for science to explain.
  (this selection is intended for inexperienced players or for whom nothing else seems to be appealing)
conversations.prefix: Magical Combat:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're not sure how you got on Lady Luck's bad side, but man does she have it out for you. You frequently seem to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory, and what can go wrong often will around you.
conversations.prefix: Hapless:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: That might be a bit of an exaggeration, but you're not winning any Ironman competitions. For some reason, physical exertion is difficult for you. Alternatively, you may be sickly or easily wounded (or all of the above).
conversations.prefix: Feeble:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Sounds harsh, but the truth is that you shrink away from conflict and danger. You fear discomfort and pain, and will often do whatever is necessary to avoid such stressful situations. 
conversations.prefix: Coward:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Whether it's plain muscular bulk or the ferocity to go beyond mortal limits, you have strength that makes others quail. Few can stand against you in a test of sheer might.
conversations.prefix: Brute Power:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Let's face it, you're not going to be winning any spelling bees. Maybe you're uneducated, maybe you just take longer to figure things out. You like simple answers. Sadly, simple answers are few are far between.
conversations.prefix: Simple Minded:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Blunt and heavy. Good for knocking skulls in or even blocking a few bullets if you're lucky. You imagine how cool it looks slung over your shoulders. 
  
  Seems to react well to your anima.
conversations.prefix: Sledgehammer:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A black-and-white portrait of the town's fraternal order, the Beacons Club. There are less than a dozen members, all male. None look particularly joyful.
conversations.prefix: 1960 Beacons Club Portrait:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: This ebony mask is carved with odd grooves over its surface. Murky quartz lenses are fitted over the eyeholes, making it functionally useless. Touching it makes you feel dizzy but also powerful.
conversations.prefix: Vertiginous Mask:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary stands abandoned on a hill cluttered with trees and scrabbly, dying bushes. Unlike many of the houses, the stone building appears to be in decent repair.
conversations.prefix: Ukranian-Greek Catholic Church:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: This wilderness of coal-black stone and petrified wood burns in countless places. Embers and ash float on the hot wind. Firelight is the only brightness under a cloaked and moonless sky. A sullen heat rises from the ground, warmed by the molten fury of demons
conversations.prefix: The Burning Arbor:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Below the ruins of Beacon Hall, the basement rooms remain mostly untouched, though musty and dark. Peeling wallpaper and warm rot line the walls while the carpet feels brittle and disintegrates under your feet.
conversations.prefix: Beacon Hall Basement:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Shattered buildings of brick and blackened iron line the streets of this city, stretching up into the ruddy flame-lit sky. The roads are lined with splintered bone an a thick rivulet of blood runs down the center of the quay
conversations.prefix: Centrus:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This leather-skinned doll seems to be etched with odd patterns on the skin and dress. It tingles faintly when touched. Creepy.
  
  It seems to react well to your anima
conversations.prefix: Conjuring Poppet:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: An old scroll of hearty, thick vellum. Arcane script is inked onto the surface, speaking of strange and dark spells - both to harm and to heal.
  
  It seems to react well to your anima
conversations.prefix: Hemourgist's Scroll:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Good only for putting a man six feet in a hole. Holds six rounds, but somehow you think you might get an extra few shots out of it.
  
  Seems to react well to your anima.   
  
conversations.prefix: Snub-nosed Revolver:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A row house, partially demolished and only identifiable as a building by the remaining twelve buttresses flanking each side. Painted symbols on the brick pillars glow faintly in the dark or in shadow. 
conversations.prefix: Sanctuary:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The throne room and court hall of the demonic despot of Centrus 
conversations.prefix: Malkira's Court:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It's not much of a downtown, most of the buildings have been fully or partially bulldozed in decades past. Those that remain are shoddy and half-burned, half-broken open by circumstances of weather or vandals.
conversations.prefix: Downtown Centralia :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The forest is largely untamed here, but still shows scars of decades of strip mining and ruined clearings. Smoke wafts sinisterly from unseen fissures in the ground. The soil is warm, loose, and unpredictable.
conversations.prefix: Woodland Wastelands:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The wheel is a little flat and the handles are wonky, but this can carry some heavy thing (or person) if necessary.
conversations.prefix: A Wobbly Wheelbarrow:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It's less of a key and more of a penny-whistle which is soot-tarnished and heat warped. There's an unsavory taste when you put it to your lips. It still plays, however.
conversations.prefix: Key of the Accord:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: This is a gold amulet with Centrus' Mark of the Ram minted onto it. It's quite warm to the touch. 
  
  The soft metal deforms a little with pressure, you're not sure how often it could be of use.
conversations.prefix: Ram's Mark (Gold):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Demonic beasts in the form of wolves or great dogs with dark, rocky scale-like "fur". Beneath this, you can see they are infused with infernal heat, as if their insides were molten.
conversations.prefix: Hellhounds:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The shadow soldiers of Hell, the mean conscripts of perdition. Armored in strips of brass and stone, with fearsome masks welded to their skulls, the Ab-Galearii are slaves to their overlords to fight and die by their whims.
conversations.prefix: Ab-Galearii:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A semi-automatic rifle that your grandfather might have used in battle. Not exactly an antique, but not quite sexy either. Easy to find ammo for, though.
  
  Seems to react well with your anima.
conversations.prefix: M1 Garand Rifle:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: This is just the first step in your eventual rise to the top. If you perform well on this mission, you're certain your superiors will put you in a more desirable position.
conversations.prefix: Working Up the Ladder:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The remaining human citizens are living on borrowed time. You have to find a way to cheat their unwanted deal with the devil. 
conversations.prefix: Free Emma and the Survivors:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Malkira has a cult of personality build around him. If you Kill the head, the body should die. The killing him part is sort of the sticking point, though.
conversations.prefix: Assassinate Malkira:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What the hell happened in this town to cause it to literally go to hell? What was the Beacon Club planning, and where did it go so wrong. Clues still remain - find them.
conversations.prefix: Mystery of the Beacon:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It seems Hell is far more...varied than you expected. Even the fallen angels have their factions. The being known as Wicker offers to clean up Centrus so long as you take care of its despotic cabal.
conversations.prefix: Wicker's Gambit:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The hunger of the Hell Dimensions is feeding the wrongness of this place. If you could only seal it, perhaps the corrupting influence of Centrus could be halted.
conversations.prefix: Close the Hellrift:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: General of Malkira's seemingly unending ranks of shadow soldiers, he rides a Nightmare that is just slightly less dangerous than he is. Focalor bears a set of grand, majestic red griffin wings.
conversations.prefix: Focalor:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A representative of the Council of Venice, the 'controlling' mediating entity between the factions. Simon commands a small squad of CoV peacekeepers at the edge of Centralia.
conversations.prefix: Simon Pierpont :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Consort to Malkira, this sadistic demoness is frequently seen at her lord's shoulder, egging him on to further evils. She also serves as his intelligencer and torturer.
conversations.prefix: Al Ussa:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The demonic despot of Centrus, Malkira claims to have defeated Baphomet, the Great Beast, Satan himself to take command of the seat of the infernal metropolis of Centrus.
conversations.prefix: Malkira:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: An emaciated middle aged woman who leads the wretched survivors of Centralia. Despite her weakened body, Emma's eyes speak of a will that can't be broken.
conversations.prefix: Emma Macklin:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This stubby firearm looks like it's seen some action. It's quite concealable, but probably doesn't have much range.
  
  It seems to react well to your anima.
conversations.prefix: Sawed off Shotgun:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Someone took brass knuckles and thought, 'this isn't cool enough, lets put a knife on the end of it'. A Maltese cross has been stamped on the blade.
  
  Seems to react well to your anima.
conversations.prefix: Punch Dagger:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Someone presented you with this strong and sharp blade. It makes you feel like a badass. You consider making them a friend for life. 
  
  Seems to react well to your anima.
conversations.prefix: Machete:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A small, oval-shaped "cloth"comprised of linked copper coins of ancient Chinese origin. It is approximately the size and shape of your face. 
  
  It seems to react well to your anima
conversations.prefix: Veil of Coins:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Emma has loaned you one of the city's remaining  bicycles. It's rough to look at, but has been maintained reasonably well.
conversations.prefix: A Rusty Bicycle:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Catacombs beneath the Istanbul streets house not only the honored dead, but the operations nexus of Ouroboros. The musty scent of carefully maintained books mingles with the cobweb-dusted dead and the rich Turkish loam
conversations.prefix: Catacombs, Istanbul:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Majdi is a high-level Edas, suddenly tasked with keeping track of Lexicons across the world. Rumor has it he has eyes on the position of Ajan.
  
  "The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame."
conversations.prefix: Majdi Abd Al-Ra'uf:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: When was the last time you ate something? Is there any water in this hellish land? Do you dare rest your head while trapped in this nightmare?
conversations.prefix: Deprivation:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Focalor's trusty steed. And by 'steed' we're talking about several hundred pounds of infernally-fueled killing machine.  Even without its rider, it's formidable.
conversations.prefix: Nightmare:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Simple human experience hasn't prepared you to withstand the terror that these scenes and events are conjuring in your heart.
conversations.prefix: The Horror, the Horror:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A fiery wasteland on the outskirts of Centrus. Only the refuse and the exiled of the infernopolis are to be found here. 
  
conversations.prefix: Gehenna:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Centralia was a little small to have its own graveyard, but this improvised field has come to serve that purpose. 
conversations.prefix: Memorial Yard:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Somewhat sardonically named, the BBQ Pit is just Centralia's former junkyard and trash dump. Due to the open flames, you can see the resemblance. The scent is atrocious and the air is thick and difficult to breathe.
conversations.prefix: Barbecue Pit:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: This modern metropolis thrives with the pulse of 21st century cosmopolitanism, but with a backbeat of oriental tradition and mysticism. Its defiance in being easily characterized makes it tailor made to the Dragon.
conversations.prefix: Downtown; Seoul :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Put agents from opposing secret societies together. See how long it takes for the bickering to begin. It's not just about power, it's also a matter of trust.
conversations.prefix: Faction Games:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: An abandoned strip of tarmac winding between wild, overgrown grasses and untended trees. A high embankment of grassy soil has been built across the road. 8' tall iron posts have been placed into the dirt, but no fencing appears to have been set up between them. The embankment runs perhaps ten yards to each side of the former highway and tapers down to the normal ground elevation
conversations.prefix: Old Route 61 Barricade (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Whether it's a side-effect of her power or it's simply that her mind broke, she's functionally insane.  The emphasis on functional.  A sociopath and proud of it, she's not afraid to use others to get what she wants.
conversations.prefix: Nucking Futz:
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.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Life is a chain, unbroken even by death.  Names and faces change but the soul is immortal. Eternal.
  
  In times of great need, the past can guide the present to preserve the future.
conversations.prefix: What Was, Is, And Always Will Be:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Being underestimated is an advantage that should be shamelessly exploited.  Whether it's playing the sweet damsel in distress, the tough-as-nails psychopath, or the no-nonsense secretary, manipulation of expectations can be a scalpel as much as a bludgeon.
conversations.prefix: A Thousand Faces: