The Midnight Walk как получить аудио файлы?

[moodshimon 59]

Здравствуйте! Наткнулся на особенность что в игре нет общего медиа банка как обычно UE и когда вытаскиваешь файл из игры с помощью FModel .uasset и он скачал два файла .uasset и .uexp как получить из них аудио файл? Заранее спасибо!

[mwalk 0]

3 часа назад, moodshimon сказал:

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=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch2_TheDancingThree 
The bodies dance, their approach over the mountain vain and violent. 
We Ragdolls observe, we record, and we mimic. 
Their faces wear masks but they do not know. 
What distorted yearning hides behind? The dance will tell. 
We put on our masks, we perform,  
and we put on a show... 
=================Sfx_Ch2_Shellphone_DarkWoodsListen_Shorter 
Close your eyes... listen... 
They sense you... they feel you... 
They're so... 
beautiful. 
=================Sfx_Coalhaven_GhostGirl01_HelloMom 
Hello mother. The Well said to give it a match 
so you and I could talk again. I hope this works, 
because that was my last one, and… well ...(Shudders) 
 it’s cold now... But it doesn’t matter. 
We can finally talk, after everything. So... 
How are you? Do they have fire where you are? 
Not the hellish kind I hope. Is father there too? 
I think you should talk to him again, I know it doesn’t seem like it but... 
I know he loves you still. 
I love you… still. (Shudders) 
I can’t feel my hands. 
I can’t feel anything... 
=================Sfx_Coalhaven_HouseShellphone 
Furnace’s gettin’ weak. Council says we’re runnin’ outta matches. 
We’ll have to harvest more trees, then. 
I don’t like it… losin’ the forest like this. 
Not like we have a choice. 
(Door slams open) 
Mom, dad! 
(Gasps) Girl, you startled me...! 
They’re coming here. All of them! 
What’s that you’re holding…? 
... It’s just a match. 
=================Sfx_ShellphoneMessage_01 
What were they thinkin’? 
That thing was meant to remain dead. 
I am never gonna come out again, no sir… In here it’s just me; 
a lonesome Ragdoll with his mask, alone and at peace. 
They burned it all away. And for what…? 
Shine a little light on things? 
I can see just fine in the dark. In the dark 
I can see everything, clear as day. 
What were they thinkin’... 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch1_TheCrawlersEatFire 
The Crawlers eat fire 
It's true, they do 
But most of all 
They feed on you 
Dontcha know? 
Howdy-do? 
Didn't you hear? 
They eat you too 
Fire, fire 
Aye, it's true... 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch2_HadEnoughOfCivilization 
I’ve had enough. First it was the big Molgrim hunt 
when they forced us out into that Maker-forgiven swamp! 
I hate hiking!! 
Then, when we had nothing left to hunt 
we started fighting each other! And then... 
'Mister Mayor' gets this grand idea that we should 
chop our own heads off 
and banish our bodies! 
How does that even scientifically work?!! 
I’ve had enough of ‘civilization’. 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch2_HeadsStormingMolgrimCave 
(Marching sounds) 
Heads up! 
Readu! Hup! 
Break with your boots, take with your hands! 
Bodies rule! Full of fire! 
(Battle sounds) 
The fire is ours! 
Take the shards! Take the fire! 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch2_Surrender 
(Raspy breathing) 
I lost my way again... 
It’s getting dark now. But the dark is a well of ideas, 
a blank canvas full of possibilities. 
The Dark Itself is the key. All it needs is a little spark 
and then I get what I need. It hungers for fire... 
so I take a match, I light it, and I offer it. 
I give it freely. 
I have to surrender... 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch2_TheDancingThree 
The bodies dance, their approach over the mountain vain and violent. 
We Ragdolls observe, we record, and we mimic. 
Their faces wear masks but they do not know. 
What distorted yearning hides behind? The dance will tell. 
We put on our masks, we perform,  
and we put on a show... 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch2_TheDarkItself02 
We discovered something deep in the woods... 
Not Crawlers or ghosts, but something else, something in between. 
A presence that affects us all. We tried to trap it…  but to no avail. 
We tried to slap a name on it, 
manifest a pair of glaring eyes in search of its face, 
something to name so that we could tame it. 
But the Dark Itself isn’t any 'thing'. 
It is less than nothing and also more than everything! 
Behind and behind and... 
We invented these Shellphones, so we could try to talk to it... 
 It picks up the phone on the other side, but it doesn’t speak back, 
not directly at least. It transmits little nasty recordings 
memories or echoes of things that came before, 
that passed through its drapes. 
I wonder if, one day, someone will hear my echo. 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch2_TheGuillotine 
Mind over body! 
(Chop!) 
Mind over body! 
(Chop!) 
Mind over body! 
(Chop!) 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch2_TheMolgrims 
We Molgrims have a special relationship with fire. 
We do not cook over it,  
we do not share tales around it, 
we care not for its warmth. 
Ours is a different connection entirely; 
fire is our window to truth and into the world beyond clay, 
to which we must return. We are noble beings, 
bringers of bugs, slime and mushrooms 
to help decompose the old and to bring about the new. 
We are the caretakers of this world, and woe be 
to those who seek to end us - for they seek to end themselves. 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch2_TheMushroomsWhisperOfMoonbird 
The mushrooms whisper of a new bird in town. 
They tell us that her nest lies beyond the cold, cold moon 
and she came here to witness tragedy. She feeds on these tales you see 
sucking their fire dry like marrow from a bone! 
Her eyes are on us now; like a vulture she waits, 
knowing that we Somebodies are about to tear each other apart... 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch3_AngryMob 
How could this happen?! Whoever did this, ooOhh... 
the flame warms the righteous 
but the wicked who love destruction 
the flame burns with a passion! 
(Rabbling) 
How will we warm the furnace?! 
Feed the thief to the furnace! 
Coalhaven is doomed!! 
'On the wicked the flame shall rain fiery coals' 
'and burning sulfur; a scorching wind shall be their lot...' 
Come forth, thief, and confess your hideous crime! 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch3_TheCrawlersOriginStory 
The story goes of a nameless Maker 
who pulled creative spark from the Dark Itself, without giving it fire. 
With his dark source, he managed to create swaths of land in no time. 
The Dark Itself waited for a gift of fire 
but the Maker just kept on taking! 
Too busy building his crooked fences and watchtowers 
kept his fire locked away in his chest. 
One day, he decided to create the first people 
to inhabit and appreciate his creation. 
It was then that the Dark corrupted the Maker’s clay; 
guided his greedy hands into creating not people 
but the first of the fire-eating Crawlers. And they 
crawled into this world, absolutely starving... 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch3_TheLostFlame 
I had a flame once. It was beautiful and bright, 
it spread its light; brought me and my neighbors warmth. 
(Chuckles weakly) and it was always hungry... 
No matter how much I fed it, it kept on growing and growing. 
And one day it had gotten big enough to start walking the long road. 
I didn’t guide it - it dragged me along for the ride...! 
I followed it, for a long, long time. Would the road ever end? 
What was the point of the Walk? 
Things kind of spiraled... Road took me 
on dangerous detours that didn’t make sense... 
‘Fore I knew it, my flame began to fade... 
until it... 
... I don’t think I was meant to carry this flame. 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch4_AfraidOfTheDark 
Most of my life I’ve been afraid of the dark. 
When I was little, my childminder got annoyed with me 
and tossed me into a wardrobe as punishment. 
She let me sit there, alone. And I sat perfectly still 
so that no closet monsters would notice me. 
It was the longest, most terrible fifteen minutes. 
Many years later, I don’t know what happened, but 
now I love sitting alone in the dark. I get into the wardrobe, 
close the doors, and I sit, perfectly still. 
It's like a void - empty - but not cold 
where nothing exists and everything is possible... 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch4_AuntieMurklesTale 
When I was a child, I exchanged letters with a monster in the woods. 
We were best pals! And we shared all our secrets with each other. 
One day my sister told me that the monster wasn’t real; 
that she’d written me all those letters to play a joke on me... 
But the joke’s on her! Because I knew the truth 
about the monster in the woods. 
And we exchange letters to this day. 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch4_SarcophagiMoonbird 
The sarcophagi are molds, rebirthing the bodies of the Burnt Ones. 
Failure after failure they keep coming back. 
They lie dormant and then they awake at an appropriate time, 
during times of dark, to perform a task. 
The taskmaster unknown, doom spelled on the flip side of a coin. 
Little dolls, in a dollhouse made of matches. 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch4_TheGrinners 
When the nameless Maker lost his creation to the Dark 
he went back to the Great Drawing Board. 
In his desperation to regain control, he made an attempt 
to sculpt the face of the Dark Itself 
something he thought he’d glimpsed in his nightmares. 
But the face wormed itself out of his mind’s eye and, instead 
his twisted sculptures came alive! 
... Grinning and many-legged. 
Thus, the Grinners escaped and seeped into the world 
as a reminder to the Maker that there is always something to smile about 
even when things don’t go the way you hoped...! 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch4_TheSoulfisher 
There’s a fella who watches over the Midnight Walk; 
pointy hat and hollow gaze. He’s been around longer than you or I. 
Some say he was one of the first sculptures to have breath. 
Some say he’s not from around here, but from another Maker’s worktable entirely. 
Some say he’s seen what lies beyond Moon Mountain. 
But I just think he’s lost like the rest of us... 
and he’s waiting for the right one to come along. Waiting for something 
that’ll give him that eureka for his song. 
He keeps a banjo by his side, but he never plays it. 
Strange... but he’s in no hurry. 
He’s got all the time in the world. 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch5_TheFirstSun 
The first two-legged beings did prosper under the first sun. 
But it didn’t matter how much they bathed in its light; they craved more. 
They sought to cage the sun, harness its power and make it theirs. 
But the Makers in their foresight had put the sun far, far away 
so far that no creature could reach it. 
That’s why, in their desperation, the two-legged ones 
began to collect matches - lighting them like miniscule suns of their own. 
But there are only so many matches in this world, and one day they’ll run out 
and they shall once again look to the sun... 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch6_TheSunIsGone 
Huh. It’s just... gone...! 
I had this wretched gut feeling like something was up, 
like something was on the way, a danger I never could’ve guessed. 
I figured that’s just how I always feel, and my worries seldom come true. 
And now here I am... and I have been for some time now. 
And it just won’t come back - I don’t think it... 
... While I had it, I didn’t know what to do with it, 
how to care for it, enjoy it. But if I had it again tonight... 
I’d probably waste it all over again... 
Shellphone_02_04_chosen 
With wire, clay, and fire 
the Craftsmen built the foundations, followed by 
the trees and rocks. And after them came little houses 
for us tiny ones to cower in, for existence was so big, 
so vast, that without a roof above one’s head 
one could’ve fallen straight into the skies. 
And yet… with all that stuff, they didn’t 
know what to do with us. So I reckon that’s why 
they built the Midnight Walk - for us to wander... 
For lack of reason. 
=================Sfx_Ch1_Narrator01_AfterTheEndOfTheWorld 
After the end of the world 
the Burnt One woke from a deep slumber 
broken, deaf, and blinded... 
=================Sfx_Ch1_Narrator02_TheSparkHasOnceAgain 
A spark had once again been lit.  
It was told that, for the being who kept fire in their heart, 
all darkness would vanish. 
Nevertheless, this long night seemed endless  
and fraught with perils... 
=================Sfx_Ch1_Narrator03_InTheMidstOfDarkness 
In the midst of darkness, lo and behold, 
a friendship kindled. The fire that spread with it 
seemed so small against the vast night sky. 
Small and flickering... 
but defiant. 
=================Sfx_Ch1_Narrator04_AndSoItWas 
And so it was, 
that the Burnt One and a small flame took a wander 
down the Midnight Walk. 
=================Sfx_Ch1_Narrator05_WetherTheyHeldOrLacked 
Whether they held or lacked reason, it didn’t matter. 
When times were dark and winds blew cold, 
there wasn't much left to do 
and it was quite enough 
 to simply put one foot in front of the other. 
=================Sfx_Ch2_Narrator01_DontVentureIntoTheSwamp 
‘Don’t venture into the swamp under the moon,’ they cautioned. 
‘There, wild eyes watch, and itching teeth yearn for succulent heads like ours.' 
'Gone are the bodies of old, and they can no longer shield us from the terrors…’ 
=================Sfx_Ch2_Narrator02_WhenASinkholeDevours 
'When a sinkhole devours your fire…' 
'give it up' 
'or dive in after it.' 
An old swamp saying. 
=================Sfx_Ch2_Narrator03_AnotherOldSwampSaying 
Another old swamp saying went: 
 ‘When dealing with a troubled and troublesome Molgrim' 
'do not light a fire beneath her, but help her build one from within.’ 
=================Sfx_Ch2_Narrator04_ItIsEasyToLose 
'It's easy to lose one’s head… when everything you love' 
'is either gone, broken or dead.' 
Yet another forgotten swamp saying. 
=================Sfx_Ch2_Narrator05_ShedNeverBeenMuch 
She’d never been much for company, until she had met the other one. 
He had shimmering scales, an appetite for life, 
and carried a faint scent of rotting leaves she found irresistible. 
Oh how they used to laugh at the distant stars 
bitterly, together… 
=================Sfx_Ch3_Narrator01_ThereOnceWasAFreezingCat 
There once was a freezing cat who was looking for shelter 
when she came across a dark cave. 
'Step into my abode', offered the dark, 'it will warm you' 
'if you surrender your wants...' 
=================Sfx_Ch3_Narrator02_TheDarksEyes 
The dark’s eyes were much too big and watchful for the cat’s liking. 
She went on to find warmth somewhere else... 
=================Sfx_Ch3_Narrator03_ThenTheCatSawIt 
Then the cat saw it - rooftops piercing the sky. 
Approaching the town, she was greeted by a crone: 
'Come, kitty kitty, you must be tired.' 
'Sit in my lap, share your soft fur, and I shall warm you for a spell...' 
=================Sfx_Ch3_Narrator04_TheCatDidntLikeTheCrones 
The cat didn’t like the crone’s crude pettings - her hands tugged at her fur. 
'Now, rest still...' the crone said 
as she pulled out a crooked knife. 
The cat was quick, and escaped just in time. 
=================Sfx_Ch3_Narrator05_WhereEverSheSoughtWarmth 
Wherever she sought warmth, it had a price. 
The miners needed the cat to get rid of the rats and 
the vicar wanted her protection from bad luck. 
Bony hands reached out from all around her, trying to grab her… 
=================Sfx_Ch3_Narrator06_TheCatFeltAsIf 
The cat felt as if the walls around her were growing taller, 
the alleyways narrowing. Turning a corner, 
she bumped into a girl sitting in the snow. 
In her bony little hands - a lit match. 'What do you think of my star?' 
the girl asked. 'Isn’t it pretty?' 
=================Sfx_Ch3_Narrator07_TheGirlOfferedHerBurningMatch 
The girl offered her burning match - her last star 
but the cat could tell she needed it all for herself. 
Grateful for her unconditional kindness 
the cat left her to her ghosts. 
=================Sfx_Ch3_Narrator08_TheCatFinallySettled 
The cat finally settled in front of a giant, burning Furnace. 
In its bright flames, she could glimpse a dark future. 
This did not matter to her. For now, she was 
eternally warm… and at peace. 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Narrator01_ABoatsman 
A boatsman went out into a foggy lake to find peace. 
 Then, out of nowhere came another boat that bumped into his. 
He cursed whoever was on the other boat, but 
when the fog cleared - he discovered that it was, in fact, empty. 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Narrator02_ThePotter 
The potter, stuck in the sinking clay in which he had dug so greedily,  
spoke his final verse: ‘Here was I born, and here I lived;' 
'my refuge was the clay. And now the clay has' 
'played me false in a most grievous way...' 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Narrator03_ThreeBlindExplorers 
Three blind explorers discovered a sleeping beast. 
Each of them touched it and described it to one another. 
'Its skin is coarse,' said one. 'No, its ears are big.' exclaimed another. 
'The teeth are its most prominent feature.' declared the third. 
Who was right or wrong mattered little - as the beast awoke and ate them all. 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Narrator04_TheWeaver 
After years of searching for her son, the Weaver was convinced  
she had lost him to the Dark. One night, there came a knock 
upon the door. 'It’s your son,' said a voice, 'please let me in!'  
Thinking this was some cruel spirit come to mock her grief 
she remained silent until her son gave up and left, never to return again. 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Narrator05_TheWanderer 
The wanderer asked the Craftsman 
 ‘how do you make such perfect sculptures?’ To which he replied: 
 ‘Oh there’s nothing to it really. I go into the dark woods,' 
'I find the sculpture already waiting inside a tree...' 
'and then it’s just a matter of carving it out.' 
=================Sfx_Ch5_Narrator01_WhatIsTheDark 
What is the Dark? Is it ugly and cruel? 
Is it a place for monstrosities, for fools lost in the woods?  
A terrible void, where all your nightmares come true… 
=================Sfx_Ch5_Narrator02_TheDarkCouldBeAFriend 
The Dark could be a friend; perhaps a space 
where we might find each other, all of us equal under its cloak. 
=================Sfx_Ch5_Narrator03_TheDarkCouldBeAnEmbrace 
The Dark could be an embrace and the release of the old. 
 Like taking off a tight shoe, laying bare one’s feet 
and taking a first step… onto a new adventure. 
=================Sfx_Ch5_Narrator04_TheDarkCouldBeAMomentOfClarity 
The Dark could be a moment of clarity and calm. 
A break through icy clouds, and the shameful stories 
we tell ourselves - that fetter us to the clay and mud. 
=================Sfx_Ch5_Narrator05_TheDarkCouldBeTheSpaceAndTime 
The Dark could be the space and time that we need 
to recover from the death of a dream. And the quiet promise 
of new beginnings, waiting on the other side of grief. 
=================Sfx_Ch5_Narrator06_InTheEnd 
In the end… the Dark remains a mystery, 
its secrets locked away behind the stars. 
But one can rest assured that it is always there, watching 
patiently waiting for us to enter it… 
with fire in our hearts and with eyes wide open. 
=================Sfx_Headville_Moonbird01_GoodEvening_WithEffect02 
Hoot! Good evening. Or is it morning, or afternoon? 
Hard to tell without a sun, isn’t it...? 
Ahh... no, it is most certainly night, or Moonbird’s hooting 
wouldn’t make sense at all, hoot! 
Speaking of sense… will you help an old bird find some in this story? 
Fire up these dusty murals in the right order and 
you will receive… a present. A little gift, yes! Hoot! 
=================Sfx_Headville_Moonbird04_AndTheTimesOfTheMolgrim_WithEffect02 
... And the time of the Molgrim begins anew. 
A storied meal indeed! Moonbird thanks you for feeding her 
and proudly upholds the promise: A gift 
a shard from the Molgrim’s own cauldron. 
It looked so shiny in the moonlight... 
Moonbird simply had to take it. 
=================Sfx_Headville_Moonbird04_TaaForNow_WithEffect02 
Ta for now! She’ll see you in the light. 
(Cackles maniacally) 
=================Sfx_Headville_Moonbird_Mural01_UnMixed 
Once upon a time, the Molgrims lived in peace... 
=================Sfx_Headville_Moonbird_Mural02_UnMixed 
Peace ended when the violent Somebodies invaded the valley... 
=================Sfx_Headville_Moonbird_Mural03_UnMixed 
The valley was taken, but then began the Battle of the Bodies 
Intriguing... 
=================Sfx_Headville_Moonbird_Mural04_UnMixed 
The battle ended with the Great gruesome Beheading... 
=================Sfx_Headville_Moonbird_Mural05_UnMixed 
And as the Heads roll, the time of the Molgrim begins anew... 
=================Sfx_Headville_Moonbird_Tale01_WithEffect_UnMixed 
For time immemorial, the Molgrims had lived in the valley in peace 
sharing good eatings and howlings around their Fire 
which they had inherited from the skies. 
=================Sfx_Headville_Moonbird_Tale02_WithEffect_UnMixed 
Then one terrible night came the violent Somebodies. 
They hunted the Molgrims for sport 
and took their fire for themselves! 
=================Sfx_Headville_Moonbird_Tale03_WithEffect02 
But the Somebodies 
knew not what they were dealing with 
for as soon as they held the fire in their grubby hands 
they began to fight one another with it! 
=================Sfx_Headville_Moonbird_Tale04_WithEffect02 
To save themselves from themselves, the cunning Heads turned on their bodies 
and organized a Great Beheading! And so it was 
that Somebodies became Nobodies and the bodies were exiled. 
A time of peace would ensue, or so the Headlings thought... 
=================Sfx_Headville_Moonbird_Tale05_WithEffect02 
The last living Molgrim had been biding her time 
and saw now an opportunity to return and 
take bloody vengeance upon the Heads 
 who were now left defenseless without their bodies. 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbir012_FootStep1 
Moonbird has seen enough. 
Keep on walking the Midnight Walk then, Burnt One 
all the way to your infernal doom. 
She will be there to gobble up the embers… Hoot! 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbir012_FootStep2 
Moonbird has seen enough. 
Keep on walking the Midnight Walk then, Burnt One 
all the way to your infernal doom. 
She will be there to gobble up the embers… Hoot! 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbir012_FootStep3 
Moonbird has seen enough. 
Keep on walking the Midnight Walk then, Burnt One 
all the way to your infernal doom. 
She will be there to gobble up the embers… Hoot! 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbird010_IsntThatJustTheWay 
Isn’t that just the way. 
The father hoped the daughter would fill his heart with fire 
failing to see that she needed a fire of her own. 
His Princess danced, danced away 
and he stayed behind, cemented in his ancient groove… 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbird011_TheHeartIsABottomlessPit 
The heart is a bottomless pit; 
never sated, always craving… 
for more! 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbird012_MoonbirdHasSeenEnough 
Moonbird has seen enough. 
Keep on walking the Midnight Walk then, Burnt One 
all the way to your infernal doom. 
She will be there to gobble up the embers… Hoot! 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbird01_HowFarYouHaveCome 
Hoot! How far you have come! 
And on you go, like a moth into the burning light… 
Ahh but behold - a Craftsman! 
One of the first beings ever to wander the clay. 
Like you, his heart is ashen, barren… yet ripe for tasty stories. 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbird02_ByNowYouMustHaveLearned 
By now you must have learned: 
There can be no tale without spark. 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbird03_LightTheFuse 
Light the fuse… it will guide the Burnt One 
and, mayhap, feed Moonbird! 
A symbiosis most reasonable, don’t you agree? 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbird04_NoThingWithoutFeathers 
No thing without feathers can leave this place 
so long as the Craftsman laments! 
Lost in his terrible maze, you are. 
So sad! (Caws) 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbird05_WhoeverCreatedYou 
Whoever created you had a twisted sense of humor. 
The Craftsman laughs not! 
He builds, and breaks, and builds… 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbird06_MoonbirdHasTastedHerFire 
Moonbird has tasted your fire. 
Ne’er sweeter a flame has there been. 
A story to be savored, to be sure… (Slurps) 
Light the fuse. Give her more! 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbird09_LookAtTheseSorryReflections 
Look at these sorry reflections of the daughter. 
None of them will ever dance, ever feel the warmth of their maker’s heart. 
They can never be enough… 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbird_TAUNT01_WhatsAStoryWithoutAdversity 
What’s a story without a little adversity? 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbird_TAUNT06_FiresBackOnTheMenuCrows 
Fire’s back on the menu, crows... 
=================Sfx_Ch5_Auntie04_OiYouTheCaretaker 
Oi! You the caretaker of this little fireball? 
What were you thinking, letting him run off? 
Don’t you know how precious he is?! 
Oh yes you are, a real sunbeam! 
=================Sfx_Ch5_Auntie05_OhWhoTookTheSunAway 
Oh... 
Who took the sun away? 
We Murkles used to ask until it finally ceased to matter. 
Night skies like these, trouble seems so far away, doesn't it? 
I mean... isn’t this just... 
=================Sfx_Ch5_Auntie06_ExactlyMyPoint 
Exactly my point! 
I used to be afraid of the dark 
so much so that I became obsessed with these huge electric lamps 
left behind by the Craftsmen of old. 
Couldn't pry myself away from them; 
I’d sleep outdoors and under their blinding radiance... 
=================Sfx_Ch5_Auntie07_OneDayIWokeUp 
One day I woke up to the noise of quivering planks and nails… 
and would you believe, it was my own house leaving me! 
It had gotten so restless it grew a pair of legs, 
took a name and went on a hike! 
=================Sfx_Ch5_Auntie08_HousyWasItsName 
Housy was its name, bless its soul. 
Houses have no imagination! 
(Sighs) But I bet it had a grander adventure than I could ever imagine... 

 

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=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch2_TheDancingThree 
The bodies dance, their approach over the mountain vain and violent. 
We Ragdolls observe, we record, and we mimic. 
Their faces wear masks but they do not know. 
What distorted yearning hides behind? The dance will tell. 
We put on our masks, we perform,  
and we put on a show... 
=================Sfx_Ch2_Shellphone_DarkWoodsListen_Shorter 
Close your eyes... listen... 
They sense you... they feel you... 
They're so... 
beautiful. 
=================Sfx_Coalhaven_GhostGirl01_HelloMom 
Hello mother. The Well said to give it a match 
so you and I could talk again. I hope this works, 
because that was my last one, and… well ...(Shudders) 
 it’s cold now... But it doesn’t matter. 
We can finally talk, after everything. So... 
How are you? Do they have fire where you are? 
Not the hellish kind I hope. Is father there too? 
I think you should talk to him again, I know it doesn’t seem like it but... 
I know he loves you still. 
I love you… still. (Shudders) 
I can’t feel my hands. 
I can’t feel anything... 
=================Sfx_Coalhaven_HouseShellphone 
Furnace’s gettin’ weak. Council says we’re runnin’ outta matches. 
We’ll have to harvest more trees, then. 
I don’t like it… losin’ the forest like this. 
Not like we have a choice. 
(Door slams open) 
Mom, dad! 
(Gasps) Girl, you startled me...! 
They’re coming here. All of them! 
What’s that you’re holding…? 
... It’s just a match. 
=================Sfx_ShellphoneMessage_01 
What were they thinkin’? 
That thing was meant to remain dead. 
I am never gonna come out again, no sir… In here it’s just me; 
a lonesome Ragdoll with his mask, alone and at peace. 
They burned it all away. And for what…? 
Shine a little light on things? 
I can see just fine in the dark. In the dark 
I can see everything, clear as day. 
What were they thinkin’... 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch1_TheCrawlersEatFire 
The Crawlers eat fire 
It's true, they do 
But most of all 
They feed on you 
Dontcha know? 
Howdy-do? 
Didn't you hear? 
They eat you too 
Fire, fire 
Aye, it's true... 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch2_HadEnoughOfCivilization 
I’ve had enough. First it was the big Molgrim hunt 
when they forced us out into that Maker-forgiven swamp! 
I hate hiking!! 
Then, when we had nothing left to hunt 
we started fighting each other! And then... 
'Mister Mayor' gets this grand idea that we should 
chop our own heads off 
and banish our bodies! 
How does that even scientifically work?!! 
I’ve had enough of ‘civilization’. 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch2_HeadsStormingMolgrimCave 
(Marching sounds) 
Heads up! 
Readu! Hup! 
Break with your boots, take with your hands! 
Bodies rule! Full of fire! 
(Battle sounds) 
The fire is ours! 
Take the shards! Take the fire! 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch2_Surrender 
(Raspy breathing) 
I lost my way again... 
It’s getting dark now. But the dark is a well of ideas, 
a blank canvas full of possibilities. 
The Dark Itself is the key. All it needs is a little spark 
and then I get what I need. It hungers for fire... 
so I take a match, I light it, and I offer it. 
I give it freely. 
I have to surrender... 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch2_TheDancingThree 
The bodies dance, their approach over the mountain vain and violent. 
We Ragdolls observe, we record, and we mimic. 
Their faces wear masks but they do not know. 
What distorted yearning hides behind? The dance will tell. 
We put on our masks, we perform,  
and we put on a show... 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch2_TheDarkItself02 
We discovered something deep in the woods... 
Not Crawlers or ghosts, but something else, something in between. 
A presence that affects us all. We tried to trap it…  but to no avail. 
We tried to slap a name on it, 
manifest a pair of glaring eyes in search of its face, 
something to name so that we could tame it. 
But the Dark Itself isn’t any 'thing'. 
It is less than nothing and also more than everything! 
Behind and behind and... 
We invented these Shellphones, so we could try to talk to it... 
 It picks up the phone on the other side, but it doesn’t speak back, 
not directly at least. It transmits little nasty recordings 
memories or echoes of things that came before, 
that passed through its drapes. 
I wonder if, one day, someone will hear my echo. 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch2_TheGuillotine 
Mind over body! 
(Chop!) 
Mind over body! 
(Chop!) 
Mind over body! 
(Chop!) 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch2_TheMolgrims 
We Molgrims have a special relationship with fire. 
We do not cook over it,  
we do not share tales around it, 
we care not for its warmth. 
Ours is a different connection entirely; 
fire is our window to truth and into the world beyond clay, 
to which we must return. We are noble beings, 
bringers of bugs, slime and mushrooms 
to help decompose the old and to bring about the new. 
We are the caretakers of this world, and woe be 
to those who seek to end us - for they seek to end themselves. 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch2_TheMushroomsWhisperOfMoonbird 
The mushrooms whisper of a new bird in town. 
They tell us that her nest lies beyond the cold, cold moon 
and she came here to witness tragedy. She feeds on these tales you see 
sucking their fire dry like marrow from a bone! 
Her eyes are on us now; like a vulture she waits, 
knowing that we Somebodies are about to tear each other apart... 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch3_AngryMob 
How could this happen?! Whoever did this, ooOhh... 
the flame warms the righteous 
but the wicked who love destruction 
the flame burns with a passion! 
(Rabbling) 
How will we warm the furnace?! 
Feed the thief to the furnace! 
Coalhaven is doomed!! 
'On the wicked the flame shall rain fiery coals' 
'and burning sulfur; a scorching wind shall be their lot...' 
Come forth, thief, and confess your hideous crime! 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch3_TheCrawlersOriginStory 
The story goes of a nameless Maker 
who pulled creative spark from the Dark Itself, without giving it fire. 
With his dark source, he managed to create swaths of land in no time. 
The Dark Itself waited for a gift of fire 
but the Maker just kept on taking! 
Too busy building his crooked fences and watchtowers 
kept his fire locked away in his chest. 
One day, he decided to create the first people 
to inhabit and appreciate his creation. 
It was then that the Dark corrupted the Maker’s clay; 
guided his greedy hands into creating not people 
but the first of the fire-eating Crawlers. And they 
crawled into this world, absolutely starving... 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch3_TheLostFlame 
I had a flame once. It was beautiful and bright, 
it spread its light; brought me and my neighbors warmth. 
(Chuckles weakly) and it was always hungry... 
No matter how much I fed it, it kept on growing and growing. 
And one day it had gotten big enough to start walking the long road. 
I didn’t guide it - it dragged me along for the ride...! 
I followed it, for a long, long time. Would the road ever end? 
What was the point of the Walk? 
Things kind of spiraled... Road took me 
on dangerous detours that didn’t make sense... 
‘Fore I knew it, my flame began to fade... 
until it... 
... I don’t think I was meant to carry this flame. 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch4_AfraidOfTheDark 
Most of my life I’ve been afraid of the dark. 
When I was little, my childminder got annoyed with me 
and tossed me into a wardrobe as punishment. 
She let me sit there, alone. And I sat perfectly still 
so that no closet monsters would notice me. 
It was the longest, most terrible fifteen minutes. 
Many years later, I don’t know what happened, but 
now I love sitting alone in the dark. I get into the wardrobe, 
close the doors, and I sit, perfectly still. 
It's like a void - empty - but not cold 
where nothing exists and everything is possible... 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch4_AuntieMurklesTale 
When I was a child, I exchanged letters with a monster in the woods. 
We were best pals! And we shared all our secrets with each other. 
One day my sister told me that the monster wasn’t real; 
that she’d written me all those letters to play a joke on me... 
But the joke’s on her! Because I knew the truth 
about the monster in the woods. 
And we exchange letters to this day. 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch4_SarcophagiMoonbird 
The sarcophagi are molds, rebirthing the bodies of the Burnt Ones. 
Failure after failure they keep coming back. 
They lie dormant and then they awake at an appropriate time, 
during times of dark, to perform a task. 
The taskmaster unknown, doom spelled on the flip side of a coin. 
Little dolls, in a dollhouse made of matches. 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch4_TheGrinners 
When the nameless Maker lost his creation to the Dark 
he went back to the Great Drawing Board. 
In his desperation to regain control, he made an attempt 
to sculpt the face of the Dark Itself 
something he thought he’d glimpsed in his nightmares. 
But the face wormed itself out of his mind’s eye and, instead 
his twisted sculptures came alive! 
... Grinning and many-legged. 
Thus, the Grinners escaped and seeped into the world 
as a reminder to the Maker that there is always something to smile about 
even when things don’t go the way you hoped...! 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch4_TheSoulfisher 
There’s a fella who watches over the Midnight Walk; 
pointy hat and hollow gaze. He’s been around longer than you or I. 
Some say he was one of the first sculptures to have breath. 
Some say he’s not from around here, but from another Maker’s worktable entirely. 
Some say he’s seen what lies beyond Moon Mountain. 
But I just think he’s lost like the rest of us... 
and he’s waiting for the right one to come along. Waiting for something 
that’ll give him that eureka for his song. 
He keeps a banjo by his side, but he never plays it. 
Strange... but he’s in no hurry. 
He’s got all the time in the world. 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch5_TheFirstSun 
The first two-legged beings did prosper under the first sun. 
But it didn’t matter how much they bathed in its light; they craved more. 
They sought to cage the sun, harness its power and make it theirs. 
But the Makers in their foresight had put the sun far, far away 
so far that no creature could reach it. 
That’s why, in their desperation, the two-legged ones 
began to collect matches - lighting them like miniscule suns of their own. 
But there are only so many matches in this world, and one day they’ll run out 
and they shall once again look to the sun... 
=================Sfx_Shellphone_Ch6_TheSunIsGone 
Huh. It’s just... gone...! 
I had this wretched gut feeling like something was up, 
like something was on the way, a danger I never could’ve guessed. 
I figured that’s just how I always feel, and my worries seldom come true. 
And now here I am... and I have been for some time now. 
And it just won’t come back - I don’t think it... 
... While I had it, I didn’t know what to do with it, 
how to care for it, enjoy it. But if I had it again tonight... 
I’d probably waste it all over again... 
Shellphone_02_04_chosen 
With wire, clay, and fire 
the Craftsmen built the foundations, followed by 
the trees and rocks. And after them came little houses 
for us tiny ones to cower in, for existence was so big, 
so vast, that without a roof above one’s head 
one could’ve fallen straight into the skies. 
And yet… with all that stuff, they didn’t 
know what to do with us. So I reckon that’s why 
they built the Midnight Walk - for us to wander... 
For lack of reason. 
=================Sfx_Ch1_Narrator01_AfterTheEndOfTheWorld 
After the end of the world 
the Burnt One woke from a deep slumber 
broken, deaf, and blinded... 
=================Sfx_Ch1_Narrator02_TheSparkHasOnceAgain 
A spark had once again been lit.  
It was told that, for the being who kept fire in their heart, 
all darkness would vanish. 
Nevertheless, this long night seemed endless  
and fraught with perils... 
=================Sfx_Ch1_Narrator03_InTheMidstOfDarkness 
In the midst of darkness, lo and behold, 
a friendship kindled. The fire that spread with it 
seemed so small against the vast night sky. 
Small and flickering... 
but defiant. 
=================Sfx_Ch1_Narrator04_AndSoItWas 
And so it was, 
that the Burnt One and a small flame took a wander 
down the Midnight Walk. 
=================Sfx_Ch1_Narrator05_WetherTheyHeldOrLacked 
Whether they held or lacked reason, it didn’t matter. 
When times were dark and winds blew cold, 
there wasn't much left to do 
and it was quite enough 
 to simply put one foot in front of the other. 
=================Sfx_Ch2_Narrator01_DontVentureIntoTheSwamp 
‘Don’t venture into the swamp under the moon,’ they cautioned. 
‘There, wild eyes watch, and itching teeth yearn for succulent heads like ours.' 
'Gone are the bodies of old, and they can no longer shield us from the terrors…’ 
=================Sfx_Ch2_Narrator02_WhenASinkholeDevours 
'When a sinkhole devours your fire…' 
'give it up' 
'or dive in after it.' 
An old swamp saying. 
=================Sfx_Ch2_Narrator03_AnotherOldSwampSaying 
Another old swamp saying went: 
 ‘When dealing with a troubled and troublesome Molgrim' 
'do not light a fire beneath her, but help her build one from within.’ 
=================Sfx_Ch2_Narrator04_ItIsEasyToLose 
'It's easy to lose one’s head… when everything you love' 
'is either gone, broken or dead.' 
Yet another forgotten swamp saying. 
=================Sfx_Ch2_Narrator05_ShedNeverBeenMuch 
She’d never been much for company, until she had met the other one. 
He had shimmering scales, an appetite for life, 
and carried a faint scent of rotting leaves she found irresistible. 
Oh how they used to laugh at the distant stars 
bitterly, together… 
=================Sfx_Ch3_Narrator01_ThereOnceWasAFreezingCat 
There once was a freezing cat who was looking for shelter 
when she came across a dark cave. 
'Step into my abode', offered the dark, 'it will warm you' 
'if you surrender your wants...' 
=================Sfx_Ch3_Narrator02_TheDarksEyes 
The dark’s eyes were much too big and watchful for the cat’s liking. 
She went on to find warmth somewhere else... 
=================Sfx_Ch3_Narrator03_ThenTheCatSawIt 
Then the cat saw it - rooftops piercing the sky. 
Approaching the town, she was greeted by a crone: 
'Come, kitty kitty, you must be tired.' 
'Sit in my lap, share your soft fur, and I shall warm you for a spell...' 
=================Sfx_Ch3_Narrator04_TheCatDidntLikeTheCrones 
The cat didn’t like the crone’s crude pettings - her hands tugged at her fur. 
'Now, rest still...' the crone said 
as she pulled out a crooked knife. 
The cat was quick, and escaped just in time. 
=================Sfx_Ch3_Narrator05_WhereEverSheSoughtWarmth 
Wherever she sought warmth, it had a price. 
The miners needed the cat to get rid of the rats and 
the vicar wanted her protection from bad luck. 
Bony hands reached out from all around her, trying to grab her… 
=================Sfx_Ch3_Narrator06_TheCatFeltAsIf 
The cat felt as if the walls around her were growing taller, 
the alleyways narrowing. Turning a corner, 
she bumped into a girl sitting in the snow. 
In her bony little hands - a lit match. 'What do you think of my star?' 
the girl asked. 'Isn’t it pretty?' 
=================Sfx_Ch3_Narrator07_TheGirlOfferedHerBurningMatch 
The girl offered her burning match - her last star 
but the cat could tell she needed it all for herself. 
Grateful for her unconditional kindness 
the cat left her to her ghosts. 
=================Sfx_Ch3_Narrator08_TheCatFinallySettled 
The cat finally settled in front of a giant, burning Furnace. 
In its bright flames, she could glimpse a dark future. 
This did not matter to her. For now, she was 
eternally warm… and at peace. 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Narrator01_ABoatsman 
A boatsman went out into a foggy lake to find peace. 
 Then, out of nowhere came another boat that bumped into his. 
He cursed whoever was on the other boat, but 
when the fog cleared - he discovered that it was, in fact, empty. 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Narrator02_ThePotter 
The potter, stuck in the sinking clay in which he had dug so greedily,  
spoke his final verse: ‘Here was I born, and here I lived;' 
'my refuge was the clay. And now the clay has' 
'played me false in a most grievous way...' 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Narrator03_ThreeBlindExplorers 
Three blind explorers discovered a sleeping beast. 
Each of them touched it and described it to one another. 
'Its skin is coarse,' said one. 'No, its ears are big.' exclaimed another. 
'The teeth are its most prominent feature.' declared the third. 
Who was right or wrong mattered little - as the beast awoke and ate them all. 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Narrator04_TheWeaver 
After years of searching for her son, the Weaver was convinced  
she had lost him to the Dark. One night, there came a knock 
upon the door. 'It’s your son,' said a voice, 'please let me in!'  
Thinking this was some cruel spirit come to mock her grief 
she remained silent until her son gave up and left, never to return again. 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Narrator05_TheWanderer 
The wanderer asked the Craftsman 
 ‘how do you make such perfect sculptures?’ To which he replied: 
 ‘Oh there’s nothing to it really. I go into the dark woods,' 
'I find the sculpture already waiting inside a tree...' 
'and then it’s just a matter of carving it out.' 
=================Sfx_Ch5_Narrator01_WhatIsTheDark 
What is the Dark? Is it ugly and cruel? 
Is it a place for monstrosities, for fools lost in the woods?  
A terrible void, where all your nightmares come true… 
=================Sfx_Ch5_Narrator02_TheDarkCouldBeAFriend 
The Dark could be a friend; perhaps a space 
where we might find each other, all of us equal under its cloak. 
=================Sfx_Ch5_Narrator03_TheDarkCouldBeAnEmbrace 
The Dark could be an embrace and the release of the old. 
 Like taking off a tight shoe, laying bare one’s feet 
and taking a first step… onto a new adventure. 
=================Sfx_Ch5_Narrator04_TheDarkCouldBeAMomentOfClarity 
The Dark could be a moment of clarity and calm. 
A break through icy clouds, and the shameful stories 
we tell ourselves - that fetter us to the clay and mud. 
=================Sfx_Ch5_Narrator05_TheDarkCouldBeTheSpaceAndTime 
The Dark could be the space and time that we need 
to recover from the death of a dream. And the quiet promise 
of new beginnings, waiting on the other side of grief. 
=================Sfx_Ch5_Narrator06_InTheEnd 
In the end… the Dark remains a mystery, 
its secrets locked away behind the stars. 
But one can rest assured that it is always there, watching 
patiently waiting for us to enter it… 
with fire in our hearts and with eyes wide open. 
=================Sfx_Headville_Moonbird01_GoodEvening_WithEffect02 
Hoot! Good evening. Or is it morning, or afternoon? 
Hard to tell without a sun, isn’t it...? 
Ahh... no, it is most certainly night, or Moonbird’s hooting 
wouldn’t make sense at all, hoot! 
Speaking of sense… will you help an old bird find some in this story? 
Fire up these dusty murals in the right order and 
you will receive… a present. A little gift, yes! Hoot! 
=================Sfx_Headville_Moonbird04_AndTheTimesOfTheMolgrim_WithEffect02 
... And the time of the Molgrim begins anew. 
A storied meal indeed! Moonbird thanks you for feeding her 
and proudly upholds the promise: A gift 
a shard from the Molgrim’s own cauldron. 
It looked so shiny in the moonlight... 
Moonbird simply had to take it. 
=================Sfx_Headville_Moonbird04_TaaForNow_WithEffect02 
Ta for now! She’ll see you in the light. 
(Cackles maniacally) 
=================Sfx_Headville_Moonbird_Mural01_UnMixed 
Once upon a time, the Molgrims lived in peace... 
=================Sfx_Headville_Moonbird_Mural02_UnMixed 
Peace ended when the violent Somebodies invaded the valley... 
=================Sfx_Headville_Moonbird_Mural03_UnMixed 
The valley was taken, but then began the Battle of the Bodies 
Intriguing... 
=================Sfx_Headville_Moonbird_Mural04_UnMixed 
The battle ended with the Great gruesome Beheading... 
=================Sfx_Headville_Moonbird_Mural05_UnMixed 
And as the Heads roll, the time of the Molgrim begins anew... 
=================Sfx_Headville_Moonbird_Tale01_WithEffect_UnMixed 
For time immemorial, the Molgrims had lived in the valley in peace 
sharing good eatings and howlings around their Fire 
which they had inherited from the skies. 
=================Sfx_Headville_Moonbird_Tale02_WithEffect_UnMixed 
Then one terrible night came the violent Somebodies. 
They hunted the Molgrims for sport 
and took their fire for themselves! 
=================Sfx_Headville_Moonbird_Tale03_WithEffect02 
But the Somebodies 
knew not what they were dealing with 
for as soon as they held the fire in their grubby hands 
they began to fight one another with it! 
=================Sfx_Headville_Moonbird_Tale04_WithEffect02 
To save themselves from themselves, the cunning Heads turned on their bodies 
and organized a Great Beheading! And so it was 
that Somebodies became Nobodies and the bodies were exiled. 
A time of peace would ensue, or so the Headlings thought... 
=================Sfx_Headville_Moonbird_Tale05_WithEffect02 
The last living Molgrim had been biding her time 
and saw now an opportunity to return and 
take bloody vengeance upon the Heads 
 who were now left defenseless without their bodies. 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbir012_FootStep1 
Moonbird has seen enough. 
Keep on walking the Midnight Walk then, Burnt One 
all the way to your infernal doom. 
She will be there to gobble up the embers… Hoot! 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbir012_FootStep2 
Moonbird has seen enough. 
Keep on walking the Midnight Walk then, Burnt One 
all the way to your infernal doom. 
She will be there to gobble up the embers… Hoot! 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbir012_FootStep3 
Moonbird has seen enough. 
Keep on walking the Midnight Walk then, Burnt One 
all the way to your infernal doom. 
She will be there to gobble up the embers… Hoot! 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbird010_IsntThatJustTheWay 
Isn’t that just the way. 
The father hoped the daughter would fill his heart with fire 
failing to see that she needed a fire of her own. 
His Princess danced, danced away 
and he stayed behind, cemented in his ancient groove… 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbird011_TheHeartIsABottomlessPit 
The heart is a bottomless pit; 
never sated, always craving… 
for more! 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbird012_MoonbirdHasSeenEnough 
Moonbird has seen enough. 
Keep on walking the Midnight Walk then, Burnt One 
all the way to your infernal doom. 
She will be there to gobble up the embers… Hoot! 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbird01_HowFarYouHaveCome 
Hoot! How far you have come! 
And on you go, like a moth into the burning light… 
Ahh but behold - a Craftsman! 
One of the first beings ever to wander the clay. 
Like you, his heart is ashen, barren… yet ripe for tasty stories. 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbird02_ByNowYouMustHaveLearned 
By now you must have learned: 
There can be no tale without spark. 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbird03_LightTheFuse 
Light the fuse… it will guide the Burnt One 
and, mayhap, feed Moonbird! 
A symbiosis most reasonable, don’t you agree? 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbird04_NoThingWithoutFeathers 
No thing without feathers can leave this place 
so long as the Craftsman laments! 
Lost in his terrible maze, you are. 
So sad! (Caws) 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbird05_WhoeverCreatedYou 
Whoever created you had a twisted sense of humor. 
The Craftsman laughs not! 
He builds, and breaks, and builds… 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbird06_MoonbirdHasTastedHerFire 
Moonbird has tasted your fire. 
Ne’er sweeter a flame has there been. 
A story to be savored, to be sure… (Slurps) 
Light the fuse. Give her more! 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbird09_LookAtTheseSorryReflections 
Look at these sorry reflections of the daughter. 
None of them will ever dance, ever feel the warmth of their maker’s heart. 
They can never be enough… 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbird_TAUNT01_WhatsAStoryWithoutAdversity 
What’s a story without a little adversity? 
=================Sfx_Ch4_Moonbird_TAUNT06_FiresBackOnTheMenuCrows 
Fire’s back on the menu, crows... 
=================Sfx_Ch5_Auntie04_OiYouTheCaretaker 
Oi! You the caretaker of this little fireball? 
What were you thinking, letting him run off? 
Don’t you know how precious he is?! 
Oh yes you are, a real sunbeam! 
=================Sfx_Ch5_Auntie05_OhWhoTookTheSunAway 
Oh... 
Who took the sun away? 
We Murkles used to ask until it finally ceased to matter. 
Night skies like these, trouble seems so far away, doesn't it? 
I mean... isn’t this just... 
=================Sfx_Ch5_Auntie06_ExactlyMyPoint 
Exactly my point! 
I used to be afraid of the dark 
so much so that I became obsessed with these huge electric lamps 
left behind by the Craftsmen of old. 
Couldn't pry myself away from them; 
I’d sleep outdoors and under their blinding radiance... 
=================Sfx_Ch5_Auntie07_OneDayIWokeUp 
One day I woke up to the noise of quivering planks and nails… 
and would you believe, it was my own house leaving me! 
It had gotten so restless it grew a pair of legs, 
took a name and went on a hike! 
=================Sfx_Ch5_Auntie08_HousyWasItsName 
Housy was its name, bless its soul. 
Houses have no imagination! 
(Sighs) But I bet it had a grander adventure than I could ever imagine... 

 

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