“He threw her cat out of the window.” Okay, murder
time. I rush across the terrace and gut Addermire’s
resident cat-launcher. But in my haste I neglect to check
my surroundings and alert a cluster of guards to my
presence, including a pistol-toting officer. Once I escaped
Dunwall, I resolved that bets were no longer off, so I don’t
want to kill any of these
guards unless I’m sure
they deserve it.
What ensues is a
semi-farcical battle across
the terrace as I deflect
blades and bullets with my
sword, while juggling the
Heart to see into the souls
of my opponents. The
grunts have done nothing
particularly egregious, so I
knock them out with a combination of sleep darts and
stun mines. The officer, however, is a rum one. “He put
the poison in the wine and replaced the cork. He plans to
give it to his father as a gift.” Oh aye? Well, I’ve got a gift
for you pal. Plot twist, the gift opens you.
IRUSHACROSSTHE
TERRACE AND GUT
ADDERMIRE’S
CAT-LAUNCHER
With the officer dead, I focus on completing my
objectives. In the end, I leave Addermire with seven more
souls weighed upon my imaginary scales. I spared the
Crown Killer, however, for story reasons that I won’t spoil.
As I leave Addermire, I reflect on my actions so far. I
feel like I’ve been sufficiently strict with my judgements.
Okay, maybe the cat thing
was an overreaction, but
nearly all the others have
been traitors, murderers, or
worse. Nonetheless, up to
this point I’ve killed 36
people, leaving me with a
High Chaos rating. If I
carry on like this, my
overall effect on
Karnaca and the Empire
will be negative.
If I’m going to continue, I’ll have to start thinking
longer term, and focus on eliminating the apples that
aren’t just bad but seething with maggots. Otherwise, I’m
liable to doom the Empire to a fate worse than if I’d
stayed a prisoner in Dunwall.EXTRA LIFE
NOW PLAYING I UPDATE I DIARY (^) I REINSTALL I WHY I LOVE I M U S T P L A Y
Would it be just to murder
the whole whaling industry?
Nothing to see here, folks,
just a bit of police brutality.