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Dominic Masters
2023-07-13 13:27:30 -07:00
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assets/games/liminal/scenes/prologue/ScenePrologue1.xml
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<vnscene name="ScenePrologue1" extend="scenes/SceneMonologue">
<vnscene name="ScenePrologue1" extend="scenes/SceneStandard">
<asset type="texture" name="texture_eth_face_day_neutral" ref="ethFaceNeutral" />
<asset type="texture" name="texture_eth_pose_day_neutral" ref="ethPoseNeutral" />
<item prefab="prefabs/EthPrefab" ref="eth" />
<events>
<set-font font="font_main" size="32" />
<set property="eth->faceMaterial->texture" value="&ethFaceNeutral->texture" type="Texture*" />
<set property="eth->poseMaterial->texture" value="&ethPoseNeutral->texture" type="Texture*" />
<text>
<string lang="en">I wake.</string>
</text>
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</string>
</text>
<!--
(Am I?)
(...)
(Aren't I?)
Of course I'm not.
I exhale. My feet fall to the edges of my bed. Slowly, I raise myself to stand.
My fingers tremble by the edges of my leg: I curl my hand in. My nails catch on my skin. They're sharp, pastel pink. Done for Prom Day today.
The dream didn't happen. How could it have? Prom Day hasn't happened yet.
I'm fine.
(Didn't it happen?)
(It felt so...)
(Real.)
I tidy the bedsheets. Pull the corners over the bed's edges, fluff up the pillows, pat away the sweat and the residue of a scream: my parents want it pretty.
It wasn't real. I only had a visceral dream, sunken into my brain as an anchor to a sea, as a stone angel's crumbling visage, as a bird's descent off Devil Cradle's cliffs. That wasn't real.
No, of course not.
My calendar says May 29th. I've got to prepare for Prom.
After all, if there is anything I will be, it is Prom Queen.
I've been chasing this moment since the beginning of time. Today is the finale.
And I am nothing if not ready.
-->
<text>
<string lang="en">I tidy the bedsheets. Pull the corners over the bed's edges, fluff up the pillows, pat away the sweat and the residue of a scream: my parents want it pretty.</string>
</text>
<text>
<string lang="en">It wasn't real. I only had a visceral dream, sunken into my brain as an anchor to a sea, as a stone angel's crumbling visage, as a bird's descent off Devil Cradle's cliffs. That wasn't real.</string>
</text>
<text>
<string lang="en">No, of course not.</string>
</text>
<text>
<string lang="en">My calendar says May 29th. I've got to prepare for Prom.</string>
</text>
<text>
<string lang="en">After all, if there is anything I <font style="italics">will</font> be, it is Prom Queen.</string>
</text>
<text>
<string lang="en">I've been chasing this moment since the beginning of time. Today is the finale.</string>
</text>
<text>
<string lang="en">And I am nothing if not ready.</string>
</text>
<scene-change scene="vnscenes/ScenePrologue2" />
</events>
</vnscene>