Completed Let's become daemon cops in Unavowed (Finished)

[Darth Roxor]

Eh, I'm pretty sure most of the stuff that looks like derp in this particular instance is actually tongue in cheek.

 

[ERYFKRAD]

Eh, I'm pretty sure most of the stuff that looks like derp in this particular instance is actually tongue in cheek.

Maybe.

 

[lightbane]

With Political "Correctness" and SJW stuff everywhere, one cannot no longer be certain. Also, that "birace" mention is a big warning sign.

 

[Darth Roxor]

The "biracial" is why I said "most", not "all"

EDIT: Actually, as we all know, race is a social construct, so what if Unavowed is actually WOKE?

 

[Reinhardt]

More like Elijah Gook amirite?

 

[Darth Roxor]

We got enough new info last time to proceed with more data mining.

Spoiler

Hi, um, sir?

Yes?

You're Jason Grant, aren't you? You run this bank?

Run it? Maybe I did, once upon a time. Now a board of directors does all that. I'm just a figurehead these days. Suits me fine, the world moves too damn fast. This old brain can't keep up.

Did you have a meeting with a lady on the street nearby?

No, I don't believe I did.

Are you sure?

I don't have meetings on the street.

He's lying!

He's not, trust me. He's just... confused.

Confused? Who's confused?

Er, nobody. Sorry.

Have you ever heard of Roy Fellows?

... Roy? You know ROY?

Um, yeah.

Roy. That little SHIT. That SNEAK. That LIAR. That... that... ugh. No, I do not know anyone named Roy Fellows.

Bye for now, mr Grant. We'll see you around.

Sure. Now where's that damn car service.

Hobos know things. Maybe this one will know too.

Are you familiar with Jason Grant?

He... he was crushed.

Crushed?

CRUSHED by the tower edifice of evil that he created! The future was taken because of HIM. It is as they say. What goes around comes around! He deserved no less.

The guy died, man. How does he deserve that?

Do not DOUBT me! My name is Hugh Kravitz and I speak the TRUTH!



Do you know Roy Fellows, the new CEO of the Grant City Trust?

He rests at the TOP of the towering edifice. All answer to him. He answers to nobody. Fellows is... untouchable.

Can't touch this.

Bye.

With this dialogue exhausted... the back and forth continues.

'Sup.

Do you know Hugh Kravitz? That protester across the street?

Is he still out there? Poor guy. He used to... work for me, you know.

He used to work here? What, as a janitor or something?

Janitor! He was VICE-PRESIDENT! A real up-and-comer.

So what happened to him?

... Nothing. He got fired. Lucky guy.

Hugh was fired? And he was... lucky?

Yes. Yes, he got out. But he didn't get far, did he? None of us can really escape.

Caught in the cluthes of KAPITALISM.

You're... trying to escape? From what?

Financial ruin, duh.

From nothing! From everything! I don't know what you're talking about.

Why was Hugh fired? Did he do something?

He set fire to his papers and threw them in the cubicle bay! Nearly burned the place down! Everyone saw it. He... had to be fired. But there's no escape, is there? Not for us, not even for Hugh.

People in NY seem to have a habit of berserk paper burning.

Bye for now, mr Grant. We'll see you around.

ping

pong

Is it true that you were a vice-president at the Grant City Trust?

That changes nothing! I have witnessed the corruption firsthand. The... poison. The festering malignancy! The... the...

The WHAT?

Nothing. Nothing at all!



We heard you set a fire in your office.

A fire was set. By who? I cannot say.

WHOM

It was YOU. YOU set the fire! We have a witness... kind of.

Logan engages commander Shepard mode.

I... cannot... say...

That's useless. Fortunately, we have a way to peek into his papieren.

Could you fire read something for me?

Sure, but let's get away from the mundanes first. The veil only goes so far.

Zoning next door is just enough.

Hugh set some documents on fire. Any chance we can see them?

I don't see why not.

Burning hands!

Well, looks like your run-of-the-mill fina...

You should consult a priest about this lah.

Well then.

Indeed. Guess we now know everything, including what happened to the Biracial (tm) kid.

Let all those who wish to confess their evil ways and accept the true church, convert now, or forever burn in hell! For now begins...

We read your confession.

What? You mean you can see? See the truth?

Sure, we can see the truth. You took a kid.

...

Come on, man, tell us what happened.

I... can't.

Right. Your confession said you couldn't talk about it. So you're under some kind of compulsion?

The truth hurts. Hurts my head. It hurts so much.

Of course it hurts. That's what makes it HARD.

Look, Hugh, we want to HELP you. But we can't if you don't give us... something, anything.

I... cannot speak the truth! I did NOT kidnap a child!

So you're saying you did?

So Hugh, if you had a twin brother who could only speak true...

Mr Fellows did NOT force me to steal a baby boy! That boy was NOT named Elijah Cook! The boy did NOT belong to my closest friend and co-worker who I can't look in the eye anymore and GOD HELP ME.

Whoa, literal reptilian kapitalist sacrifices unto Moloch.

Also, Bandana's reaction to this train of lies would have probably been funny.

Uh, Hugh?

Well then.

This looks absolutely hilarious in-game btw. Hugh falls over, and then there's a long pause before everyone goes ZOMG!!!!

Is he... okay?

He... tried to get around his compulsion. It was strong. It fought back.

We'd better get an ambulance.

Hopefully his brain isn't fried.

Quick fadeout.

Aye. No sense wasting time.

And the bottom of things happens to be here.

Maybe this time the folks at 4E won't tell us to fuck off.

What?

My name is Codexia. I have some information about your missing son.

You... do?

Codexia, you amateur. The trick is to pose as the postman.

Can we come inside to talk about it?

Yes, of course. I'll buzz you in.

Remember kids, don't try this at home. You might invite a vampire over.

sup

You're the one who collapsed on the street earlier, weren't you?

Low blood sugar. It happens.

I honestly don't care. You said you have information about my son? It's been three months. I thought the police had given up. But... you're not really the police, aren't you?

Not exactly. I am a former detective though.

It doesn't matter either way, I guess.

My name is Logan Brown. The guy in the hat is Eli.

I... see. Appropriate.

Appropriate?

It's cuz the kid is named Elijah you oaf.

Nothing. Everyone thinks I made it up. They... think I'm crazy. But I KNOW what I saw. I know what happened.

You can trust us. Whatever you tell us, we'll believe you.

... he disappeared. Right in front of my eyes. I took him out in the stroller. We go running in the morning, and... He just... vanished.

Many such cases!

Vanished? How so?

I mean that literally. HE VANISHED. I saw him smile, I heard him laugh. He always laughed when the sun hit his eyes. Then he just... melted. Into nothing! I thought I was having a breakdown. I thought I left him in his crib or something. But I looked everywhere. He was just gone.

Clearly, he was abducted by Prince Vigo.

The police don't believe me. They think I was negligent. That I left him alone. That I'm a bad mother. But I'm not. I saw what I saw. He DISAPPEARED.

It's a brave thing to admit.

I'm just telling the truth. Whatever it takes to get him back. I don't care what anyone else thinks. You said you had new information? Is that true?

Yes. Hugh Kravitz was... forced to do it. By his boss. At the Grant City Trust.

Hugh... and the Grant City Trust... I never liked that place. I never liked this CITY. We should have just stayed down in Florida.

Say, man, when're you going back to Florida?

When am I goin' back to Florida? I don't know, don't reckon I ever will.

Can we ask you a few questions about what happened?

Sure. Whatever it takes.

How do you know Hugh Kravitz?

He was friends with my husband. They're co-workers. Or rather, they WERE co-workers. Hugh got promoted a few months ago. We had him over to celebrate. It was... Jesus, it was the night before Elijah disappeared! I never noticed that connection before. Why would I? But how? Why?

We don't know. I'm sorry.

What about Hugh? He's always outside the bank, did you ask him?

Um... he's kind of unconscious right now.

... of course he is.

Why was Hugh protesting outside of the bank?

I don't know. He would never talk to me. He wouldn't look me in the eye. I guess... now I know why.

Do you know Jason Grant?

Didn't he, um, die? I don't know much about him, sorry.

Your husband works for the Grant City Trust? Can we talk to him?

Travis... doesn't live here anymore.

He went to a hotel, I think. He won't tell me where.

[Intelligence] Your husband moved out?

Yes, he did. He says he can't look at me. Can't talk to me. He... thinks I'm crazy. He thinks I'm the one who lost Elijah. Maybe I can't blame him. I don't know.

That's awful. Families should stick together in times like this.

Maybe. But we're not family anymore.

OF COURSE you are.

Tell HIM that. If you can find him.

You moved here from Florida?

Yeah. Cedar Key, born and raised. Same as my husband Travis. He applied to the Grant City Trust on a whim. Didn't expect to actually get hired. And now... here we are.

Can we take a look around?

If you think it will help. I'll just... be here.

Finally. All this fucking typing of dialogue is making my fingers hurt.

Of course, there's nothing suspicious on the stroller. I'd say that enough is suspicious in itself!

But to the left, a small handwritten note is tacked to the wall.

Don't tell me this is another fucking password prompt.

Anyway, nothing more in the main room, so let's proceed through the door into the bedroom.

Is New York always this red?

What do we have here...

A crib!

Some faint, glowy residue is spread out on the mattress of the crib.

Ugh, what is that stuff? I think it's glowing.

It's... castoff, I think. Residue that's sometimes left when magic is used.

Magic that could make a baby disappear?

Yeah. I dunno what else it could be.

So there's ectoplasm in the crib.

So it REALLY WAS Prince fucking Vigo

Whoever did this, they were careful. This spell has a very strong veil around it. Otherwise Winnie Cook would have seen it.

Has the woman actually ever introduced herself?

Well, we'll just have to see it for her.

A shame this sample is so old. I could have tried doing a scan on it. Oh well.

There's also a teddy bear in the crib. It's a cute bear dressed up as an old-timey detective.

KayKay says this guy's name is Griff. Some kind of... what, seriously? A detective bear? I mean... sure, why not?

Moar laptops to plunder.

Of course, password protected.

But we have our methods.

Let's try the teddy bear...

Somehow, that makes me feel even more than "kurwa" being rejected

how sweet

guffaw!

blablabla

A Wadjet Eye staple.

"Julie Beckett"? That sounds suspiciously familiar.

creepy

time to get checked for diabetes

Convenient.

Uh-oh.

It CAN'T be.

You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost. Er, sorry, KayKay.

I'm fine. I... think so? I mean... no, it's impossible.

What're you talking about?

I'd say "Logan stop being dumb", but he doesn't have to know about Eli's family situation.

Nothing. I don't know. I... nothing. Just... let's keep looking around.

That's probably the "spookyface" passport holder.

What is that? A passport? Let's take a look.

Great. Thanks to GCT's convenient security concerns, we should be able to get in on this alone.

I... guess? Kinda? If he gained about 20 pounds.

What are you talking about?

KayKay thinks this picture looks like you. Maybe it does. A bit.

No. She's right. She's... completely right.

No. I need to be SURE. I need to talk to Mrs Cook again. She would know. She has to.

Sure.

Your son, Elijah. Did you... name him after anyone?

Is it important?

Yes.

I think it was Travis's idea. Yeah, his grandfather. It was his grandfather's name.

His grandfather... was named Elijah?

Well, Eli, but that's short for Elijah, isn't it? Isn't that your name too?

*pause*

It's Elliot.

Sorry?

My name. Eli. It's short for Elliot, not Elijah. But you had no way of knowing that.

Wait, this is ridiculous. I can accept a bunch of things, but that you don't know the actual name of your grandad, and then nobody corrects you on it, including his freaking daughters?

I'm... sorry?

Nevermind. It's nothing. We're going to find your son. I promise you, whatever it takes. Come on, let's go.

uh-oh

things just got personal

You can try, KayKay. It can't hurt.

uh

What's she doing?

She's, um, giving you a hug.

Eli is not amused

Exit Eli.

Maybe he's not the hugging type.

AFTER THAT MAGE!

uhm

the fuck are YOU doing here, bandana?

Mandana? How'd you get here?

That is not important. I am... concerned.

Yes. Of course you are.

Eli, please.

Exit Eli.

Onward!

Whoa whoa whoa hold on there, Eli.

You're getting awfully emotional here, better inject some ELEX.

I want to burn it. I want to burn that bank to the ground. What could stop me? Hell, WHO could stop me?

WE'D stop you, Eli. You know this.

You'd... damn well better.

Situation defused.

I wasn't going to do it. Don't worry. I'm... not him.

But... I want to. I REALLY want to. You understand that, right?

Eli. You know where this path leads.

You PROMISED, Mandana. You and Kalash. You said if I faked my death... If I cut off all contact with my family... they'd be safe.

Safe from Aldin's Hunters, yes. This is... something else.

Yeah. It's something else all right. And they're gonna be sorry.

Of that I have no doubt.

Listen. I'm coming with you on this. That's not up for debate. This is family. And you don't get between me and family.

I pity the fool anyone who would try. So shall I go back to headquarters? Or shall I remain?

The chosen one must choose. Whom are we sending home, ye Codex?

 

[Major_Blackhart]

Tell Mandalanala to get back with the djinn

 

[Ninjerk]

We can't send Eli back--we need our "What's in the box" moment. We'll probably need Logan to ghost talk. Bye bye, lamadama!

 

[Major_Blackhart]

What was the name of that frat in revenge of the nerds? That's her name. Lambda Lambda Lambda

 

[Reinhardt]

Eli and Mandana. I hope there will be cool fight with security guards.

 

[Alpan]

Wait, this is ridiculous. I can accept a bunch of things, but that you don't know the actual name of your grandad, and then nobody corrects you on it, including his freaking daughters?

When I played the game, my mind refused to consider this to such an extent that I more or less assumed Eli had decided to hide his identity on the spot, bullshitting his way through by pretending his name was actually Elliot, since I didn't recall any previous occasion in the game where his full name is revealed.

 

[lightbane]

Eli and Mandana. I hope there will be cool fight with security guards.

I think you're being way too optimistic with this game.

Roy. That little SHIT. That SNEAK. That LIAR. That... that... ugh. No, I do not know anyone named Roy Fellows.

A spirit with anger issues!

With this dialogue exhausted... the back and forth continues.

Gameplay!

Caught in the cluthes of KAPITALISM.

Yeah, lying it quite thick here.

Well, looks like your run-of-the-mill fina...

It seems they were taking quite a nosedive, only to be "rescued" by a literal demon.

You should consult a priest about this lah.

The Edge is strong on this one.

Mr Fellows did NOT force me to steal a baby boy! That boy was NOT named Elijah Cook! The boy did NOT belong to my closest friend and co-worker who I can't look in the eye anymore and GOD HELP ME.

He's breaking down! Well, almost.

This looks absolutely hilarious in-game btw. Hugh falls over, and then there's a long pause before everyone goes ZOMG!!!!

Poorly programmed animations for the win! I hope someone paid for his ambulance, since this is America.

He... tried to get around his compulsion. It was strong. It fought back.

At least we know that he wasn't a hipster hobo but a former rich guy. Also, I kinda expected a more powerful reaction from such curse.

Don't tell me this is another fucking password prompt.

If you can call that "puzzles"...

me faint, glowy residue is spread out on the mattress of the crib.

For good or bad it's not a strange, thick, white and sticky liquid.

Wait, this is ridiculous. I can accept a bunch of things, but that you don't know the actual name of your grandad, and then nobody corrects you on it, including his freaking daughters?

We wouldn't have a DRAMA! moment otherwise.

Whoa whoa whoa hold on there, Eli.

Yeah, you can barely throw a single fireball without getting exhausted. Eli never gave us the impression of being powerful enough to set an entire building on fire.

You PROMISED, Mandana. You and Kalash. You said if I faked my death... If I cut off all contact with my family... they'd be safe.

Well technically Kalash died, so shouldn't that promise be void by now?

The chosen one must choose. Whom are we sending home, ye Codex?

Send Logan home. I mean, I know he's more useful than Womyndana, but I wish to see if she can ever stop being boring.

 

[baud]

Send Mandana back. Logan's more useful.

 

[Erebus]

On the plus side, it seems that this part is significantly different depending on your companions. On the minus side, challenge is still close to zero.

Let's keep Eli and Logan.

 

[Darth Roxor]

Piss off, Bandana.

Spoiler

You head back, Mandana. The three of us got this.

You mean the four of us? You're gonna give KayKay a complex.

Very well. I will head home. Eli. You WILL find your namesake. Of this, I have no doubt.

Exit Mandana.

Right. Let's go do this.

Indeed.

Travis's passport should grant us access.

Um. Is this supposed to be your passport?

Oops

Yeah.

Don't judge me, ok.

Really? You sure? Because it doesn't really look like you. You'll have to get me one that does. Sorry, procedure. Can't be too careful.

Fortunately we have a dead ringer of the man in the passport photo.

Oh. Oh, right, good idea. Give it here.

Eli grabs the passport.

Ahem. THANK YOU FOR FINDING MY PASSPORT, MISS!

totally not suspicious

Um. Hi?

Yeah? What's up?

[Deceive] I... lost my ID card. I've got my passport here, though. That'll work, right?

Sure will. What's your name?

Travis Cook? Here you go. Is, um, everything okay?

[Scrutiny] This passport picture was taken last year?

Yeah, sure was.

Eli's VA is doing a great job here with a BEEP BOOP, HELLO FELLOW HU-MAN impression btw.

[Scrutiny: Failure] Dude. You've lost a LOT of weight. What's your secret?

Oh, uh, THAT. I've been doing, uh...

None of this tells me anything, lol.

Sweating to the oldies?

That's... still a thing, right?

Heh. You're asking the WRONG guy. Believe me. Anyway, let's look you up... Travis Cook, Travis Cook... here we go. Looks like you have access to the 14th floor. I can issue you a temporary ID good for 24 hours. Drop HR a line and they'll replace the one you've lost.

Oh. I'll be sure to do that. And I can bring my two colleagues up?

As long as they're with you. Here's your card, and I'll open the elevator for you.

Thank you. Thank you so much!

It's my job, man. Have a good night.

An area has opened elsewhere...

That wasn't too bad.

You doing okay, Eli?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Okay. If you say you're fine, I believe you.

There's a panel next to the elevator door.

swipin' muh cards

So many options!

Let's start with Travis's office on the 14th floor.

sigh

Why aren't we killing yet?

osnap

Mr Fellows, I CAN'T. He's my friend. And it's a child! Just a baby!

That is precisely the point, Mr Kravitz. Tell me honestly, Mr Kravitz. Did you really believe you were promoted due to your work performance?

I... wasn't?

No, Mr Kravitz. You have a close relationship with the Cook family. One that I chose to exploit. Tonight, Mr Kravitz, when you celebrate your "promotion" with the Cooks. Place the charm around the baby's neck, Mr Kravitz. When the sun rises, the child will be mine.

I told you, I won't do it. I CAN'T do it.

Nobody likes a welcher.

I'm sorry, WHO are you?

This is Melkhiresa, a close associate. Quite unlike you, Mr Kravitz. You, Mr Kravitz, are breaking the law of MY PEOPLE.

I'm... what?

You. Owe me. A. Favor.

Spooky.

The vision fades.

Owing... a favor? Does that mean what I think it means?

I dunno. What does it mean?

Only one race trades favors like that. It's how they gain their power. It means we're dealing with the FAE. Fairy folk.

bloddy poofters

Really? KayKay did wonder if fairies were real.

I wish they weren't. I REALLY wish they weren't.

Well then, guess that makes the child abduction click, cuz muh changelings.

Looking around,

The cubicle grind is something that has never appealed to you.

A tempting snack machine crammed with candy and chips.

Next to the machine, a sign describes the many wonderful snacks available to the workers at this office.

Er, ok? Well this will certainly be significant one way or the other.

The other door belongs to one "Tony Meltzer". Eli mentioned working for a Meltzer company before, so I guess NY is a small town. (It's also a recurring surname from Blackwell)

Anyway, let's head into Travis's office.

Disgusting!

Someone's been sleeping in this office. Business suits and shirts lie rumpled around this suitcase. An empty pizza box, propped against the bookcase.

Yes, someone certainly likes Chinese food.

Is this book... THE NECRONOMICON?!

I know that book. It's the premier guide on S-corp tax code. Or at least it was. It's about two decades out of date.

Nope, much worse!

But wait, there's more!

A note!

That's it for this office.

Your work environment is important. Lots of firms forget that. It's important to care.

So you're saying the folks here care? They took a KID.

Believe me, Logan, I haven't forgotten.

Up we go!

not again

Where is the blood I was promised?

He saved the firm. The world's markets have re-stabilized. Money appeared where it wasn't before. Nobody's going to jail. And now he says I owe him some... favors. He wants a seat on the board. A partnership share.

This place needs some changes anyway.

*Sigh* I... did some digging, you know. I know who you really are. You're that police officer. The one who shot up that nightclub on Staten Island. Don't worry, I won't turn you in. I know I wouldn't live five minutes if I tried. But I have to know. Why are you doing this? What do YOU get out of it?

When you gain a muscle, you need to flex it.

I... don't know what that means. I am not sure I want to know. I should be happy. I should be CELEBRATING. So... why do I feel like my problems are just beginning?

Dun dun dun.

I'm pretty sure the getting up animation is just falling over reversed.

I'm guessing that owing favors to these fae guys is kinda bad?

Yeah, bad. Favors to the fae are... binding. Like a contract you literally can't refuse.

I think that would be a contract you can't break, not refuse.

And one of those favors was to kidnap a kid?

kidnap a kid, zomg

Yeah. At least Jason Grant is dead now. No more favors from him. Small mercies, I guess.

The windows peek out to the other temples of industry in the Wall Street area.

Around the office, there's some tasteful but bland corporate art behind an elaborate secretary's desk.

And on the desk, papieren await.

blablabla

Uhm...

Furthermore, you are to wear this clown suit and refer to yourself as "Mary".

X-TREME!

THIS IS NOT HOW YOU USE WHOMEVER

Since Grant's office is obviously locked, there's nothing else for us to do here.

Ridin' to the top.

Yippie, another locked door.

The door may be locked, but Blackwell taught me some tricks concerning that.

Hey, KayKay, you mind seeing what's on the other side of that door?

The ghost goes in then comes back.

She says there's a roof deck out there. There's a guy standing out there, all alone.

A guy? What's he look like?

She says he, um, looks like the picture in that passport photo.

Travis.

Sounds like Travis is in a suicidal mood. Yet this door blocks us from reaching him!

This door, and this code.

I'll let you men figure the code out yourselves. Go ahead and post ur solutions

 

[lightbane]

Oops

For once the "door NPC" is not completely clueless.

Lol, subtle. You cannot make him look more evil and smug if you tried.

Only one race trades favors like that. It's how they gain their power. It means we're dealing with the FAE. Fairy folk.

Don't demons do that too? In fact, the guy's behaviour is more reminiscent of the standard demon than a fairy Has the game forgotten that we're pursuing a demon, not a fairy? Granted, both are bad, but at least Fae are supposed to be alien and not literally evil. Fae may from time to time give you a favor, for good and bad.

Er, ok? Well this will certainly be significant one way or the other.

Goddamn, these are some high prices for random snacks. America!

Your work environment is important. Lots of firms forget that. It's important to care.

Good thing to say in a place that literally makes deals with demon-like creatures. Also, I hope that if the writer is going with the Telltale route, they remember what happened to Telltale themselves.

Dun dun dun.

Never make a deal with a demon. Wait, it was a dragon... No, fairy. Whatever.

All three of them are bad for your overall health.

I think that would be a contract you can't break, not refuse.

It's "an offer you cannot refuse", FFS! The game cannot get even this line right! Also, you can break a fairy/demon contract, but you'll suffer the consequences immediately.

Yeah. At least Jason Grant is dead now. No more favors from him. Small mercies, I guess.

Because demons/fairies cannot totally go after the descendants to continue the "deal".

Spoiler

You know your boss is an asshole when he asks you to solve a random puzzle to get into his damn office. Has he learned from Umbrella practices, or is he a demon too?

X-TREME!

Indeed. Unfortunately, they cannot into patience or subtlety.

As for the required code... Code Lyoko? Oh wait, wrong place. I also didn't watch much of it.
What about "0123"?

 

[Darth Roxor]

What about "0123"?

nop

it is also not 0451

 

[U-8D8]

My first guess would be 7365. But on the other hand, L standing in for 7 may mean that you're supposed to flip the word, which would make it 7392.

 

[ERYFKRAD]

Bah, here's a hint.

Spoiler

One document tells you the order of "7365". But the answer doesn't have 7,6 or 5.

 

[Reinhardt]

3420

 

[baud]

3420

The number of legs on the paper found in the office. For the old man, it's like in the riddle of the sphinx: two legs and a cane, so three.

 

[Erebus]

My first guess would be 7365. But on the other hand, L standing in for 7 may mean that you're supposed to flip the word, which would make it 7392.

Flipping the word "LEGS" is also what comes to my mind. But it gives us 5937.

 

[U-8D8]

Flipping the word "LEGS" is also what comes to my mind. But it gives us 5937.

Now that Reinhardt and baud have mentioned it, 3420 is probably the right answer. I skimmed past that while reading and interpreted it differently.

 

[MRY]

Only one race trades favors like that. It's how they gain their power.

We've come a long way since The Shivah, I guess. :/

Anyway, what jumped out to me more than anything is that someone this entire Wall Street segment, including the bull statue, managed not to make any reference to Keynesian "animal spirits." It's hard to imagine anything more suited to the game, but I guess even adventure game designers miss useful items to pick up.

 

[Alpan]

Anyway, what jumped out to me more than anything is that someone this entire Wall Street segment, including the bull statue, managed not to make any reference to Keynesian "animal spirits." It's hard to imagine anything more suited to the game, but I guess even adventure game designers miss useful items to pick up.

It probably didn't help that Gilbert's entire creative output is set in New York City. Little reason to look for useful items or even be attuned to potential ones when one never leaves the comfort zone.