Dawn/assets/games/liminal/scenes/prologue/ScenePrologue4xml
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<vnscene name="ScenePrologue3" extend="scenes/SceneStandard">
<events>
<set-font font="font_main" size="32" />
<text>
<string lang="en">This is my world.</string>
</text>
<text>
<string lang="en">I stroll through the corridors and they worship me. Starry-eyed whispers; flushed faces as I pass; gazes sloshing with so much awe.</string>
</text>
<choices key="love-them">
<title>
<string lang="en">They love me.</string>
</title>
<choice>
<string lang="en">You love them.</string>
</choice>
</choices>
<choices key="smile-back">
<title>
<string lang="en">"Oh my gosh, hi!"</string>
</title>
<choice value="smile">
<string lang="en">Smile back.</string>
</choice>
<choice value="dont">
<string lang="en">Don't.</string>
</choice>
</choices>
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Angelwood High.
This is my world.
I stroll through the corridors and they worship me. Starry-eyed whispers; flushed faces as I pass; gazes sloshing with so much awe. They love me.
Choice:
You love them.
"Oh my gosh, hi!"
Choice:
Smile back. - My mouth tugs in a smile. The student looks like she'll faint. That's funny.
Don't. - She'll be just as obsessed with me. If not more.
"I love your dress!"
Choice:
"Thank you, it's designer." - The girl's eyes widen to extraordinary proportions. "Whoa," she whispers.
"I love yours too." - It's cute... to an extent. Not as cute as mine, but let's be honest, here: nobody can reach my level.
"Ethereality! Can I interview you for the school newspaper? Final edition, we're sure this one's gonna be the bomb!"
Choice:
Help her out. Can't hurt to have a few extra votes. - "Of course," I tell Newspaper Girl. "I'd love to be interviewed. This is about my Prom campaign, right?"
"Oh, yes!" Newspaper Girl grins. "You're the star, Ethereality. What else will it be about?"
Don't. Why waste your time? - "Sorry," I say, offering a slight smile. It'll feel consolatory enough. "It's Prom Day."
"Oh, yes!" Newspaper Girl says. "I'm so sorry, of course you're busy. You're going to shine, Eth!"
They would die for me if I called for it.
(They didn't, though, when a bucket tethered above my head. They watched the thunk. They gasped when I hit the stage, when guts made a laurel around my neck, when the blood pulsated and drip, drip, dripped...)
No.
They would die.
For me.
If I called for it.
It's my day. Today is Prom Day. (Wasn't yesterday?) I am pristine and they know it. They have seen my face on my campaign posters, seen what I would look like with a crown on my head.
When Prom Night begins the ballot, they will vote for me.
Thank god for that.
-->
</events>
</vnscene>