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Let's board the Orient Express (Completed)
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Redshirt #42
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Update #4
Well, it's almost Saturday so I might as well post the update now. Some of the images won't load in the preview as always, but I guess that's an ImageShack thing. Hopefully, it gets fixed till tomorrow or something.
After all the action in the last update, let's relax in the smoking car a bit.
It sounds like the train's going to stop for a while at Epernay.
Anna is reading the newspaper so let's bother her (I forgot to take the screenshot, so here's only the dialogue).
Are you reading about Madame Caillaux?
Have you read it?
Just a guess. It was either that or Rasputin. They don’t seem to write about anything else.
Don’t you care about Rasputin?
Oh, sure I do. Just when you think he’s dead, he pops back up again. Good night, Miss Wolff. -
She won't let us have the newspaper now, so let's head back to the sleeping car. Looks like somethin's fucked up again.
René is discussing something with the other conductor, Jacuqes, in the second sleeping car.
The police are in my car.
I know that, but why did you leave?
Oh well, if the eunuch wants to chop off their heads it’s not my problem.
So what are they looking for?
Don’t you know? They found a dead body on the tracks. They seem to think it was thrown off our train. They’re checking all the compartments in my car. Yours is next. -
Uh-oh. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to throw Tyler out of the window after all.
Who is dead?
A foreigner. The body hasn’t been identified yet. -
Let's hope that his corpse was mangled beyond recognition.
Then why do they think it is one of ours? Our passenger list is complete. No-one is missing.
Who knows? I’m just following orders.
On this train, if it isn’t one thing, it’s another. -
Yup, looks like the cops really are in the first sleeping car. Maybe we can use Cath's charisma to talk our way out?
-Excuse me, sir. Could we see your passport?
What's the trouble?
Are you American?
Oh yeah, whatever.
He fits the description. Monsieur, in the name of the law, I must ask you to come with us.-
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
Well, at least they don't accuse you of killing Tyler. Instead, they arrest him for killing an Irish police officer. I'm sure they will take that into consideration when they will be deciding whether to hang him or shoot him.
Instead, let's take a more manly approach.
That is, hide outside the window of our compartment. 'Sup Alexei (his comparment is just next to ours).
Good evening, sir. Open the door, please.
Monsieur, this is the police. Open the door. -
After a while it's safe to go back in again and listen how the investigation is going.
Gentlemen, we are behind schedule. We must leave right now. Good night.
Wait. You are supposed to have 24 passengers and we only counted 23. One is missing.
We are very sorry about that. But the Orient Express must stay on time. You can get off now, or you can stay all the way to Chalons, as you like.
Fortunately, they chose to leave. The trainmaster announces that the dining car is open again. Yay. Also Jacques enters the Boutarels' compartment. You can listen to their conversation from behind the door.
After this upheaval I hope it’s not too much to ask for an explanation.
Not at all, madame.
I have often travelled on luxury trains, my husband is an engineer, and I assure you that I will personally write to the President of the company.
You have every right, Madame. I assure you this disturbance was unexpected. Unfortunately, it was the local police. Of course we tried to explain to them, but you know, we are in France.
What was the matter?
Since you have been so understanding, I think I can entrust you with what they told me.
Very well.
There was a dead body that was found by the tracks. The police thought it might have been thrown from this train.
I saw it! I saw it! -
Shut the fuck up kiddo.
Be quiet, Francois. I assume they found nothing?
Nothing, madame. It was a mistake. There’s no reason to worry.
But it’s true! They threw him out of the window. I saw it!
Francois, I have told you not to make up stories. It is really intolerable.
If you’ll excuse me, madame. I have to go. Good evening.
Thank you. -
Also, a good opportunity to check out new sketches in his book while he's inside.
More Serbians. I think that's Milos (the guy who has tried to slice Cath's neck) and Ivo (one of the Serbians at the dinner, who won't have any lines in the whole game, spoiler alert).
Count Vassili Obolensky. Foreshadowing something?
Everyone's favourite eunuch, Mahmoud Mahkta.
Drawings of René again. And Schmidt. Notice the lack of women in his sketchbook.
And finally, the trainmaster, René's uncle. Jacques returns to his post - and after a few minutes the trainmaster comes to check things out.
Good evening, Coudert. Is everything okay?
Ever since the policemen left everything is fine.
And the passengers?
Madame Boutarel asked a few details to satisfy her curiosity, but with the others there were no major upsets.
OK. No need to mention all this in your report. I will take care of it. -
The trainmaster moves on to René's car.
How did it go?
No problem, once I got them to agree to skip the harem compartments.
You can imagine what a scene there would have been: “Two policemen killed on French soil by a Muslim bodyguard”. An international incident.
And His Excellency the Prince?
He wasn’t disturbed. His African secretary handled everything. That is why they gave me such a hard time about the harem. You know these policemen, they are not used to dealing with people of class.
Well, at least it’s over. Enough excitement for one night. -
Not enough yet. Let's check out the Boutarels again.
Can I go to the end of the train?
It’s time for bed, Francois. You can go to the end of the train tomorrow. -
We can also listen to the young ladies in compartment E.
I’m bored. Why don’t we go to the salon?
In a minute.
I don’t know why you wanted to travel if all you’re going to do is write in your book. You could do that at home.
Thank you, Sophie, for your profound reflection on traveling and writing.
Oh, I know! You’re angry because of Josephine, aren’t you?
You can invite the whole crowd for all I care. They’d come to the island anyway once they knew you’re there. -
Butthurt detected.
Is that what you’re writing in your book? Let me see it.
You want to spy on what I’m writing, you’ll have to do it when I’m not around. -
Sophie remembers how to speak French again.
- I don’t care what you write! Do what you want, I’m going to the smoking car. -
Not much to do in the smoking car. Anna's still there, as well as Schmidt and Claude Boutarel. But, on this rare occasion, the dining car is actually empty. Let's use this opportunity to see what secrets lie behind the red curtains.
- Thinner! I said, slice them thinner! Are you deaf of just simple?
Sorry! But they’re only carrots.
Stupid idiot! Even the simplest tasks are too hard for your little brain.
Oh, excuse me Monsieur! Step right this way Monsieur! Good evening Monsieur! -
Well, at least they're not trying to stop us.
- Only carrots, he? So you think you’re better than the chef. Apprentices today! If I had been as incompetent and clumsy as you, I would have been thrown off the train while it was still moving. -
You wouldn't be the first to do so on this train.
Shit. There's the trainmaster already.
- The baggage car is off limits. Suitcases cannot be opened during the journey. -
Trying to get in again is pointless.
Back in the sleeping cars we meet Kahina walking up and down the train. Seems like she's looking for someone, or should I say, something.
Also, Madame Boutarel complains the dog in compartment F (Anna's compartment) to Jacques.
Yes, Madame?
Did I dream it, or is there a dog in the compartment next to ours?
It’s not quite next to yours, madame, but you are correct. The dog belongs to Miss Wolff.
I must say I am extremely surprised that the Company would ignore its own rules.
Of course you are right, madame, but you know Miss Wolff always travels with her dog.
I’m not even speaking of the noise, but the hygiene…in a first class car, it’s really too much!
I know what you mean, madame. On an ordinary first class train of course one wouldn’t hear of it. But this is the Orient Express. The whole world knows that Miss Wolff never travels without her big dog. It is part of the romantic legend of the Orient Express. Sometimes some passengers are very disappointed not to have the luck to see this famous pair on the train.
Hmm… I hope he’s kept on a leash?
Absolutely Madame. He’s perfectly trained. You will never see a more wonderful dog. I assure you, you will hardly know there is a dog on the train at all.
Hmph. We’ll see about that.
Will there be anything else, Madame?
No, thank you.
Good night, Madame. -
Some time later, René comes to talk to him.
Good evening Jacques. How are you?
I’m waiting for my retirement, young friend. What brought you over?
Nothing special. I’m just bored.
Already? That’s a bad start.
Oh, you know, I’ve got only three beds to make and one single passenger who needs me.
What are you complaining about? You’re exaggerating. Why don’t you make their beds?
Well, I’ve got the harem in four compartments I can’t enter, the eunuch who speaks no language I have ever heard and draws his sword if I get close to one of his women. -
Jacques, unfortunately, isn't as thick as his colleague and he notices Cath if you're too close.
- I hate to say it because I’m enjoying this conversation so much,
but I’m afraid we’re not alone. -
Fortunately, René saves the day again.
- The American? Don’t worry. I don’t think he speaks a word of French. As we were leaving, I asked him not to lean out the window. He didn’t understand me. I had to repeat it in English.
Oh well, if you’re sure.
With Americans you can rest easy. Even the ones who do speak French can never understand it. See you later. -
Amerikwans are stoopid, durr.
Good night. -
If you keep your distance, Jacques won't notice and the dialogue contiues differently.
And you?
No problems. A sick old man, a child, a wolf. Nothing special. But it’s too bad Mr. Jaures didn’t show up. That really would have been a pleasure.
Hold on. Did you say a wolf?
Well, I’m no expert, but it sure looks like a wolf.
The child I have already seen.
Of course.
Oh well, I’d better get back. If the German rings and I’m not there, there will be war.
Good night, my friend. -
You're the best friend, that I've ever had...
The young Miss Obolensky left her comparment and it looks like she's alone. Let's put our rapeface on and follow her.
She stops in the corridor between the first sleeping compartment and the sandnigger's private car. Unfortunately, Cath doesn't want to rape her.
Let's leave her be then...
- Do you have a match?
Aren’t you a little young to smoke?
Monsieur, I’m not a little girl! I’ve just spent the whole season in Paris. I am very tired and I want a smoke.
Thank you.
What happened back there?
You speak Russian! -
News at 11.
A little... only what my mother was able to teach me.
How funny! An American who speaks Russian.
Then you heard the horrible things that man said to my grandfather.
Who is he?
His name is Alexei. We grew up together. We used to play together every summer in Odessa. I can’t imagine why he should want to quarrel with my grandfather, it’s so childish.
Well, maybe he’ll grow up. Like you. -
Gained 5 influence.
- Do you think you could read this?
The firebird! It’s beautiful. Look at his burning tail.
Where did it come from?
It belonged to a friend of mine. What does it say?
It’s a poem for children. It’s a tale about Prince Ivan and the firebird. If you like, I could write out the translation and give it to you in the morning.
Thank you, Tatiana.
You’re welcome. Good night. -
So much for the translation. I haven't actually read it the last time, though. Let's go once again to the sleeping cars.
- That's strange. -
When we come to the second sleeping car, the trainmaster is in the middle of a conversation with Jacques. Looks like he can't find the passenger list (because we stole it, remember).
Ah! Perhaps it was my mistake.
What I mean to say is, I didn't realize he was responsible for both list. -
[Intelligence] He's talking about René, our trusty comic relief. Let's watch the shitstorm in the next sleeping car!
Good evening, Uncle.
Have you forgotten something?
Eh… no… you must mean the passenger list. Well, I can’t seem to find it anywhere.
You can’t find it? What?
It was here in my magazine. I had it all ready to bring it to you. I can’t imagine it fell out, but I have looked everywhere.
And Coudert’s?
They were together.
This is too much! What will I say in my report? My lazy, incompetent nephew who only got this job because I backed him, lost the passenger list. I think you’d better find that list before we reach Budapest.
Yes uncle. I’m sorry, uncle. It must be somewhere.
When I was your age I was still carrying bags. Kids today, life is too easy for them. They don’t appreciate anything. -
I've almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
Back to the smoking car.
An another lovely conversation between Anna the Jew and Fat August.
Do you know, when I saw you in London, I thought you were English.
Not really!
Yes, really.
My wife is English, perhaps it’s because of this.
It’s more than that, it’s the way you dress, the way you carry yourself, and of course you speak English so beautifully, I would never have believed you were German. -
Nor would Schmidt ever believe that you were a Jew.
Is that so... But really, Miss Wolff, your own English is also very good!
I could go on talking like this forever. But I’m so tired, I can hardly keep my eyes open.
I too wish we could go on talking… forever!
Good night, Herr Schmidt. -
True that, we should get some rest - it's already past 11 o'clock.
Oh yes and, now that Anna has finally left, you can read the newspaper. If you wish to read the whole thing, here you go (about 50 screenshots).
http://rapidshare.com/files/412740318/N ... r.rar.html
We run into Jacques and René in the second sleeping car yet again.
René, you spend more time here than in your own car.
I tell you, I have nothing to do. Number 9 is empty until Vienna… the harem is hiding and the eunuch will chop off my head if I go near them. I have read my magazine three times, and here I am.
That’s not a magazine you’re reading. It has more pictures than text. That’s no way to learn what’s happening in the world.
All right. For the return trip you can give me one of Mr. Jaures’s pamphlets.
Go ahead and laugh, but it’s the Socialists who’ll keep us out of war.
I am not afraid of war. It is the Germans who want it, not us. But if they start…
That’s not the point. In modern warfare, nobody wins. Everyone loses. It’s the military, the politicians, the industrialists of all countries who are bringing us to war. And it is us, the workers, the people, who will pay for it. As always.
What are you saying? Are you a Socialist? -
Grrr, fucking commie. :shakefist:
I am a worker, like you. The only way to avoid war is to organize all the workers of Germany, France and England. We’re the ones who will suffer. Not the politicians.
Say what you want, but if they start we’ll take back the Alsace. And the Lorraine! -
I would love to see the spin-off "Adventures of Private René".
You still don’t get it. Modern war isn’t fought with swords anymore. -
You should tell that to the Pollacks.
It would be a massacre. This isn’t 1870!
Excuse me, I have work to do. But your ideas interest me. We’ll continue our conversation later. -
But not today anymore.
Well, I guess it's about time to get some sleep. But wait...
Out of boredom I climbed out of the window again to see if Alexei is still reading his faggy book...
Oh, looks like Alexei is working with some electronics. Cool.
I wonder what's the grey box it is attached to.
Uh, wait a second...
Oh, hi there Cath. How are you doing? Don't mind the bomb I'm holding next to my cigarette.
Oh my god! JC! A bomb!
A BOMB! -
Well, I can tell you that there will be no significance to this in near time (remember the list we've found in Alexei's book?). But I was really surprised the game actually foreshadows the events in this way.
Anyway, that's enough for today's update. Let Cath have some rest.
Edit: Fixed some of the conductors' images and one untagged image. Note to myself - don't do updates late at night.
Well, it's almost Saturday so I might as well post the update now. Some of the images won't load in the preview as always, but I guess that's an ImageShack thing. Hopefully, it gets fixed till tomorrow or something.
After all the action in the last update, let's relax in the smoking car a bit.
It sounds like the train's going to stop for a while at Epernay.
Anna is reading the newspaper so let's bother her (I forgot to take the screenshot, so here's only the dialogue).
Are you reading about Madame Caillaux?
Have you read it?
Just a guess. It was either that or Rasputin. They don’t seem to write about anything else.
Don’t you care about Rasputin?
Oh, sure I do. Just when you think he’s dead, he pops back up again. Good night, Miss Wolff. -
She won't let us have the newspaper now, so let's head back to the sleeping car. Looks like somethin's fucked up again.
René is discussing something with the other conductor, Jacuqes, in the second sleeping car.
The police are in my car.
I know that, but why did you leave?
Oh well, if the eunuch wants to chop off their heads it’s not my problem.
So what are they looking for?
Don’t you know? They found a dead body on the tracks. They seem to think it was thrown off our train. They’re checking all the compartments in my car. Yours is next. -
Uh-oh. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to throw Tyler out of the window after all.
Who is dead?
A foreigner. The body hasn’t been identified yet. -
Let's hope that his corpse was mangled beyond recognition.
Then why do they think it is one of ours? Our passenger list is complete. No-one is missing.
Who knows? I’m just following orders.
On this train, if it isn’t one thing, it’s another. -
Yup, looks like the cops really are in the first sleeping car. Maybe we can use Cath's charisma to talk our way out?
-Excuse me, sir. Could we see your passport?
What's the trouble?
Are you American?
Oh yeah, whatever.
He fits the description. Monsieur, in the name of the law, I must ask you to come with us.-
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
Well, at least they don't accuse you of killing Tyler. Instead, they arrest him for killing an Irish police officer. I'm sure they will take that into consideration when they will be deciding whether to hang him or shoot him.
Instead, let's take a more manly approach.
That is, hide outside the window of our compartment. 'Sup Alexei (his comparment is just next to ours).
Good evening, sir. Open the door, please.
Monsieur, this is the police. Open the door. -
After a while it's safe to go back in again and listen how the investigation is going.
Gentlemen, we are behind schedule. We must leave right now. Good night.
Wait. You are supposed to have 24 passengers and we only counted 23. One is missing.
We are very sorry about that. But the Orient Express must stay on time. You can get off now, or you can stay all the way to Chalons, as you like.
Fortunately, they chose to leave. The trainmaster announces that the dining car is open again. Yay. Also Jacques enters the Boutarels' compartment. You can listen to their conversation from behind the door.
After this upheaval I hope it’s not too much to ask for an explanation.
Not at all, madame.
I have often travelled on luxury trains, my husband is an engineer, and I assure you that I will personally write to the President of the company.
You have every right, Madame. I assure you this disturbance was unexpected. Unfortunately, it was the local police. Of course we tried to explain to them, but you know, we are in France.
What was the matter?
Since you have been so understanding, I think I can entrust you with what they told me.
Very well.
There was a dead body that was found by the tracks. The police thought it might have been thrown from this train.
I saw it! I saw it! -
Shut the fuck up kiddo.
Be quiet, Francois. I assume they found nothing?
Nothing, madame. It was a mistake. There’s no reason to worry.
But it’s true! They threw him out of the window. I saw it!
Francois, I have told you not to make up stories. It is really intolerable.
If you’ll excuse me, madame. I have to go. Good evening.
Thank you. -
Also, a good opportunity to check out new sketches in his book while he's inside.
More Serbians. I think that's Milos (the guy who has tried to slice Cath's neck) and Ivo (one of the Serbians at the dinner, who won't have any lines in the whole game, spoiler alert).
Count Vassili Obolensky. Foreshadowing something?
Everyone's favourite eunuch, Mahmoud Mahkta.
Drawings of René again. And Schmidt. Notice the lack of women in his sketchbook.
And finally, the trainmaster, René's uncle. Jacques returns to his post - and after a few minutes the trainmaster comes to check things out.
Good evening, Coudert. Is everything okay?
Ever since the policemen left everything is fine.
And the passengers?
Madame Boutarel asked a few details to satisfy her curiosity, but with the others there were no major upsets.
OK. No need to mention all this in your report. I will take care of it. -
The trainmaster moves on to René's car.
How did it go?
No problem, once I got them to agree to skip the harem compartments.
You can imagine what a scene there would have been: “Two policemen killed on French soil by a Muslim bodyguard”. An international incident.
And His Excellency the Prince?
He wasn’t disturbed. His African secretary handled everything. That is why they gave me such a hard time about the harem. You know these policemen, they are not used to dealing with people of class.
Well, at least it’s over. Enough excitement for one night. -
Not enough yet. Let's check out the Boutarels again.
Can I go to the end of the train?
It’s time for bed, Francois. You can go to the end of the train tomorrow. -
We can also listen to the young ladies in compartment E.
I’m bored. Why don’t we go to the salon?
In a minute.
I don’t know why you wanted to travel if all you’re going to do is write in your book. You could do that at home.
Thank you, Sophie, for your profound reflection on traveling and writing.
Oh, I know! You’re angry because of Josephine, aren’t you?
You can invite the whole crowd for all I care. They’d come to the island anyway once they knew you’re there. -
Butthurt detected.
Is that what you’re writing in your book? Let me see it.
You want to spy on what I’m writing, you’ll have to do it when I’m not around. -
Sophie remembers how to speak French again.
- I don’t care what you write! Do what you want, I’m going to the smoking car. -
Not much to do in the smoking car. Anna's still there, as well as Schmidt and Claude Boutarel. But, on this rare occasion, the dining car is actually empty. Let's use this opportunity to see what secrets lie behind the red curtains.
- Thinner! I said, slice them thinner! Are you deaf of just simple?
Sorry! But they’re only carrots.
Stupid idiot! Even the simplest tasks are too hard for your little brain.
Oh, excuse me Monsieur! Step right this way Monsieur! Good evening Monsieur! -
Well, at least they're not trying to stop us.
- Only carrots, he? So you think you’re better than the chef. Apprentices today! If I had been as incompetent and clumsy as you, I would have been thrown off the train while it was still moving. -
You wouldn't be the first to do so on this train.
Shit. There's the trainmaster already.
- The baggage car is off limits. Suitcases cannot be opened during the journey. -
Trying to get in again is pointless.
Back in the sleeping cars we meet Kahina walking up and down the train. Seems like she's looking for someone, or should I say, something.
Also, Madame Boutarel complains the dog in compartment F (Anna's compartment) to Jacques.
Yes, Madame?
Did I dream it, or is there a dog in the compartment next to ours?
It’s not quite next to yours, madame, but you are correct. The dog belongs to Miss Wolff.
I must say I am extremely surprised that the Company would ignore its own rules.
Of course you are right, madame, but you know Miss Wolff always travels with her dog.
I’m not even speaking of the noise, but the hygiene…in a first class car, it’s really too much!
I know what you mean, madame. On an ordinary first class train of course one wouldn’t hear of it. But this is the Orient Express. The whole world knows that Miss Wolff never travels without her big dog. It is part of the romantic legend of the Orient Express. Sometimes some passengers are very disappointed not to have the luck to see this famous pair on the train.
Hmm… I hope he’s kept on a leash?
Absolutely Madame. He’s perfectly trained. You will never see a more wonderful dog. I assure you, you will hardly know there is a dog on the train at all.
Hmph. We’ll see about that.
Will there be anything else, Madame?
No, thank you.
Good night, Madame. -
Some time later, René comes to talk to him.
Good evening Jacques. How are you?
I’m waiting for my retirement, young friend. What brought you over?
Nothing special. I’m just bored.
Already? That’s a bad start.
Oh, you know, I’ve got only three beds to make and one single passenger who needs me.
What are you complaining about? You’re exaggerating. Why don’t you make their beds?
Well, I’ve got the harem in four compartments I can’t enter, the eunuch who speaks no language I have ever heard and draws his sword if I get close to one of his women. -
Jacques, unfortunately, isn't as thick as his colleague and he notices Cath if you're too close.
- I hate to say it because I’m enjoying this conversation so much,
but I’m afraid we’re not alone. -
Fortunately, René saves the day again.
- The American? Don’t worry. I don’t think he speaks a word of French. As we were leaving, I asked him not to lean out the window. He didn’t understand me. I had to repeat it in English.
Oh well, if you’re sure.
With Americans you can rest easy. Even the ones who do speak French can never understand it. See you later. -
Amerikwans are stoopid, durr.
Good night. -
If you keep your distance, Jacques won't notice and the dialogue contiues differently.
And you?
No problems. A sick old man, a child, a wolf. Nothing special. But it’s too bad Mr. Jaures didn’t show up. That really would have been a pleasure.
Hold on. Did you say a wolf?
Well, I’m no expert, but it sure looks like a wolf.
The child I have already seen.
Of course.
Oh well, I’d better get back. If the German rings and I’m not there, there will be war.
Good night, my friend. -
You're the best friend, that I've ever had...
The young Miss Obolensky left her comparment and it looks like she's alone. Let's put our rapeface on and follow her.
She stops in the corridor between the first sleeping compartment and the sandnigger's private car. Unfortunately, Cath doesn't want to rape her.
Let's leave her be then...
- Do you have a match?
Aren’t you a little young to smoke?
Monsieur, I’m not a little girl! I’ve just spent the whole season in Paris. I am very tired and I want a smoke.
Thank you.
What happened back there?
You speak Russian! -
News at 11.
A little... only what my mother was able to teach me.
How funny! An American who speaks Russian.
Then you heard the horrible things that man said to my grandfather.
Who is he?
His name is Alexei. We grew up together. We used to play together every summer in Odessa. I can’t imagine why he should want to quarrel with my grandfather, it’s so childish.
Well, maybe he’ll grow up. Like you. -
Gained 5 influence.
- Do you think you could read this?
The firebird! It’s beautiful. Look at his burning tail.
Where did it come from?
It belonged to a friend of mine. What does it say?
It’s a poem for children. It’s a tale about Prince Ivan and the firebird. If you like, I could write out the translation and give it to you in the morning.
Thank you, Tatiana.
You’re welcome. Good night. -
So much for the translation. I haven't actually read it the last time, though. Let's go once again to the sleeping cars.
- That's strange. -
When we come to the second sleeping car, the trainmaster is in the middle of a conversation with Jacques. Looks like he can't find the passenger list (because we stole it, remember).
Ah! Perhaps it was my mistake.
What I mean to say is, I didn't realize he was responsible for both list. -
[Intelligence] He's talking about René, our trusty comic relief. Let's watch the shitstorm in the next sleeping car!
Good evening, Uncle.
Have you forgotten something?
Eh… no… you must mean the passenger list. Well, I can’t seem to find it anywhere.
You can’t find it? What?
It was here in my magazine. I had it all ready to bring it to you. I can’t imagine it fell out, but I have looked everywhere.
And Coudert’s?
They were together.
This is too much! What will I say in my report? My lazy, incompetent nephew who only got this job because I backed him, lost the passenger list. I think you’d better find that list before we reach Budapest.
Yes uncle. I’m sorry, uncle. It must be somewhere.
When I was your age I was still carrying bags. Kids today, life is too easy for them. They don’t appreciate anything. -
I've almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
Back to the smoking car.
An another lovely conversation between Anna the Jew and Fat August.
Do you know, when I saw you in London, I thought you were English.
Not really!
Yes, really.
My wife is English, perhaps it’s because of this.
It’s more than that, it’s the way you dress, the way you carry yourself, and of course you speak English so beautifully, I would never have believed you were German. -
Nor would Schmidt ever believe that you were a Jew.
Is that so... But really, Miss Wolff, your own English is also very good!
I could go on talking like this forever. But I’m so tired, I can hardly keep my eyes open.
I too wish we could go on talking… forever!
Good night, Herr Schmidt. -
True that, we should get some rest - it's already past 11 o'clock.
Oh yes and, now that Anna has finally left, you can read the newspaper. If you wish to read the whole thing, here you go (about 50 screenshots).
http://rapidshare.com/files/412740318/N ... r.rar.html
We run into Jacques and René in the second sleeping car yet again.
René, you spend more time here than in your own car.
I tell you, I have nothing to do. Number 9 is empty until Vienna… the harem is hiding and the eunuch will chop off my head if I go near them. I have read my magazine three times, and here I am.
That’s not a magazine you’re reading. It has more pictures than text. That’s no way to learn what’s happening in the world.
All right. For the return trip you can give me one of Mr. Jaures’s pamphlets.
Go ahead and laugh, but it’s the Socialists who’ll keep us out of war.
I am not afraid of war. It is the Germans who want it, not us. But if they start…
That’s not the point. In modern warfare, nobody wins. Everyone loses. It’s the military, the politicians, the industrialists of all countries who are bringing us to war. And it is us, the workers, the people, who will pay for it. As always.
What are you saying? Are you a Socialist? -
Grrr, fucking commie. :shakefist:
I am a worker, like you. The only way to avoid war is to organize all the workers of Germany, France and England. We’re the ones who will suffer. Not the politicians.
Say what you want, but if they start we’ll take back the Alsace. And the Lorraine! -
I would love to see the spin-off "Adventures of Private René".
You still don’t get it. Modern war isn’t fought with swords anymore. -
You should tell that to the Pollacks.
It would be a massacre. This isn’t 1870!
Excuse me, I have work to do. But your ideas interest me. We’ll continue our conversation later. -
But not today anymore.
Well, I guess it's about time to get some sleep. But wait...
Out of boredom I climbed out of the window again to see if Alexei is still reading his faggy book...
Oh, looks like Alexei is working with some electronics. Cool.
I wonder what's the grey box it is attached to.
Uh, wait a second...
Oh, hi there Cath. How are you doing? Don't mind the bomb I'm holding next to my cigarette.
Oh my god! JC! A bomb!
A BOMB! -
Well, I can tell you that there will be no significance to this in near time (remember the list we've found in Alexei's book?). But I was really surprised the game actually foreshadows the events in this way.
Anyway, that's enough for today's update. Let Cath have some rest.
Edit: Fixed some of the conductors' images and one untagged image. Note to myself - don't do updates late at night.
SoupNazi
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Who the hell goes to sleep when someone's assembling A BOMB! in the next room?
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Madame Boutarel is a whiny bitch. Can we throw her out the window too?
Also the "everyone ignores the kid" thing is a tired cliche, but funny.
That's how they react to me too. Or, more frequently, "why?"
Rapeface?
That's kind of unrealistically precognitive TBFH
Also the "everyone ignores the kid" thing is a tired cliche, but funny.
That's how they react to me too. Or, more frequently, "why?"
Rapeface?
That's kind of unrealistically precognitive TBFH
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The same guy who climbs out windows before going to bed.SoupNazi said:
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It's interesting that the game drops you "in media res". I mean obviously Cath has motivations & pressures the player has no knowledge of at first (before being arrested at least). Who is the normal person that would drop a friend's body out of a window instead of owning up to being there without a ticket ... oh a american, right.
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Where can I get this game? It is not available on steam or gog at the moment and I don't want to go with eBay unless it's absolutely necessary.
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I've read on Mechner's blog that you can play the game on GameTap (premium only). I have to admit that I've pirated the game, but if I could buy it somewhere, I definitely would.ironyuri said:
Also since I obviously didn't have a manual, I've just found out that you can actually rewind the game whenever you want to.
It's pretty difficult to notice this little button here if you're as thick as I was - and it saves a lot of trouble. In example, the whole time I LP'd the game I kept three different playthroughs (notice the colour of the eggs in the corner - started as purple, now is sometimes blue and sometimes golden) at once, so I could catch up on stuff if I would fuck something up (ie. in the second CD it is possible to get forever stuck between two cutscenes even with the automatic rewind after fuck-ups) or miss some of the English lines, which are unfortunately without captions. You cannot pause the game during cutscenes, so some were difficult to transcribe for me. It's a lot easier now, since you can rewind time before a cutscene with dialogue over and over again.
Ofc, next update, in which we will finish CD1, is tomorrow.
ironyuri
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Redshirt #42 said:
Thanks, I'll check GameTap out.
Also, by finish CD1 do you mean finish your first torrent folder?...
You should take a picture of you actually changing cds and include it in the LP, to give us a more authentic experience.
Edit- It's not available on GameTap by the looks of it, either for online play or download. The link from Mechner's blog is now also out of commission. Unfortunate. I regret my smugness about your pirate activities, redshirt. Pray, do tell where you got this wonderful game at a discount?
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Update #5
Before we continue with the story, Cath has a vision of what would happen if he had hidden the corpse instead of throwing it out of the window.
I think sitting on the sofa might be a little uncomfortable now.
Cath still has the grimdark face after throwing away his old jacket.
Of course, later on, Francois won't mention that he has seen the corpse, nor will the cops come.
But, it is necessary to prevent René from entering your room when he starts making the passengers' beds.
- Just a minute.
Yes, Monsieur?
Don’t bother making up the bed. I’ll find it easier to sleep if you just leave it as it is.
Ah, Monsieur, you’d be surprised at how comfortable our beds are. Many people who say they never sleep on trains find it…
I told you to leave it!
Of course, Monsieur. It is as you wish. Have a pleasant night, monsieur. -
Intimidate check successful.
This will slightly change one of the conductors' conversations.
...
What are you complaining about? You’re exaggerating. Why don’t you make their beds?
Well, I’ve got the harem in four compartments I can’t enter, the eunuch who speaks no language I have ever heard and draws his sword if I get close to one of his women. And an American who won’t let me make his bed.
Whose bed does he want to sleep in?
So you think that’s it?
...
And later on, after Epernay, you have to throw Tyler's corpse out of the window anyway. Cath is such a pussy that he can't sleep on his friend's corpse (and sleeping is necessary to go on with the story, I think; I've never really tried to see what would have happened if I stayed up all night, but that would take hours and hours of boring since there's nothing to do; I suspect that the time would freeze infinitely until you'ld go to bed).
Damned fake C&C.
At least he's not rotten yet.
Well, now he gets thrown into a river instead.
And Cath makes his bed himself.
So much for alternative paths. Now, without further ado, let's continue.
When we wake up, everything is strangely silent. The conductors are away, nor can you see any passengers. Also, you can't move past this point for some reason and everytime you turn around you can see only your own compartment door. Let's go back inside then.
Oh look, someone put Tyler's corpse on our bed again. How nice of them.
And it looks like he's a zombie now. Sucks, doesn't it.
He's a creepy looking guy.
- Why don’t you make it sing? -
Fortunately, it was all just a nightmare.
By the way, if you click three times on the bell next to the door in your comparment during the nightmare, you will see this:
René lost his head(s) again.
Anyway, the train arrives in Strasbourg at night.
Both conductors are asleep, as well as most passengers.
But, there's light coming out of the compartment F and you can hear the sound of violin.
Let's see if Anna lets us in.
- I saw your light, I thought you might be having trouble sleeping.
I had a bad nightmare, it woke me up.
Can I come in? -
Time for some Emotional Engagement!
- Why not. Make yourself comfortable.
I’m sorry the place is a mess. -
Angry dogs always kill the mood.
I bet the place stinks of dog shit. Unless she trained the dog to go to the toilet, I can't see any way how to prevent that.
- Runter Max! -
Well, at least he's obedient. Let's hope she hasn't taught him the command "Biss seine Eier!"
Also, she pulls her gun on Cath.
Somehow I have expected such thing.
- Do you always carry a gun on your concert tours?
A woman travelling alone has to be careful.
I would have thought Max was enough protection.
You are not Tyler Whitney. Who are you? -
How did she know? Maybe because she killed him and dropped her scarf in his comparment?
My name is Robert Cath. -
The one and only.
- What do you want?
Tyler Whitney was a friend of mine.
What is that supposed to mean? -
Just a friend or... ?
Suddenly the dialogue is interrupted by shouting coming from an another compartment.
- Max bleib hier. Sitz! -
She leaves. Now we have to deal with the dog, because he won't let us go away.
Actually, no, the dog doesn't give a shit. We follow Anna to see the commotion in compartment A (Count Obolensky's compartment).
- Let me through, I’m a doctor.
Grandpa ate some bad potato.
- Listen, you can hear them chanting. -
Again, the facial expressions in this cutscene are priceless.
- Tatiana, look at his hands. -
Look how soft they are. Ask him what soap he's using, please.
- They’re covered with fur. Black fur! -
So Cath... is a furry?
Don’t you see? -
That's right, choke the bastard, he obviously has too much oxygen in his brain.
Vassili!
Boil some water.
What are you doing? What kind of a doctor are you?
I know you. You came for me.
Murderer!
Tatiana, get me my knife!
I will cut out his heart!
I will feed it to the wolves! -
Just try it grandpa.
- Grandfather!
Don’t listen to him, he doesn’t know what he is saying. -
I guess the treatment's not EXTREME enough yet.
Vassili Alexandrovitch! -
Such beautiful blue eyes would heal anybody.
- Who are you? -
And he dies. Poor choice of last words.
Nah, he's still alive.
- Set it down over there. -
Cath rolls him a joint. Marihuana's wonderful healing properities will surely solve this problem.
- Put this in his tea and give him a cup every four hours. Can you do that?
Yes.
Let us clear out. Let him sleep.
Miss Tatiana, could I speak with you? -
We listen to their conversation from behind the door.
I don’t want to frighten you, but I think someone went into my compartment when I was at dinner.
Oh, no!
Would you think I was very silly if I ask you to keep it for me until we reach Vienna?
Of course not. I will be glad to.
You must not tell anybody. It will be our secret. -
An another important hint.
- Good night, Miss Wolff.
Good night... Mr. Whitney. -
Thankfully, she keeps our secret identity safe.
Now it's time to go to bed again.
And that concludes CD1. Stay tuned for more conspiracies and intrigues in CD2 (my favourite part of the game).
Before we continue with the story, Cath has a vision of what would happen if he had hidden the corpse instead of throwing it out of the window.
I think sitting on the sofa might be a little uncomfortable now.
Cath still has the grimdark face after throwing away his old jacket.
Of course, later on, Francois won't mention that he has seen the corpse, nor will the cops come.
But, it is necessary to prevent René from entering your room when he starts making the passengers' beds.
- Just a minute.
Yes, Monsieur?
Don’t bother making up the bed. I’ll find it easier to sleep if you just leave it as it is.
Ah, Monsieur, you’d be surprised at how comfortable our beds are. Many people who say they never sleep on trains find it…
I told you to leave it!
Of course, Monsieur. It is as you wish. Have a pleasant night, monsieur. -
Intimidate check successful.
This will slightly change one of the conductors' conversations.
...
What are you complaining about? You’re exaggerating. Why don’t you make their beds?
Well, I’ve got the harem in four compartments I can’t enter, the eunuch who speaks no language I have ever heard and draws his sword if I get close to one of his women. And an American who won’t let me make his bed.
Whose bed does he want to sleep in?
So you think that’s it?
...
And later on, after Epernay, you have to throw Tyler's corpse out of the window anyway. Cath is such a pussy that he can't sleep on his friend's corpse (and sleeping is necessary to go on with the story, I think; I've never really tried to see what would have happened if I stayed up all night, but that would take hours and hours of boring since there's nothing to do; I suspect that the time would freeze infinitely until you'ld go to bed).
Damned fake C&C.
At least he's not rotten yet.
Well, now he gets thrown into a river instead.
And Cath makes his bed himself.
So much for alternative paths. Now, without further ado, let's continue.
When we wake up, everything is strangely silent. The conductors are away, nor can you see any passengers. Also, you can't move past this point for some reason and everytime you turn around you can see only your own compartment door. Let's go back inside then.
Oh look, someone put Tyler's corpse on our bed again. How nice of them.
And it looks like he's a zombie now. Sucks, doesn't it.
He's a creepy looking guy.
- Why don’t you make it sing? -
Fortunately, it was all just a nightmare.
By the way, if you click three times on the bell next to the door in your comparment during the nightmare, you will see this:
René lost his head(s) again.
Anyway, the train arrives in Strasbourg at night.
Both conductors are asleep, as well as most passengers.
But, there's light coming out of the compartment F and you can hear the sound of violin.
Let's see if Anna lets us in.
- I saw your light, I thought you might be having trouble sleeping.
I had a bad nightmare, it woke me up.
Can I come in? -
Time for some Emotional Engagement!
- Why not. Make yourself comfortable.
I’m sorry the place is a mess. -
Angry dogs always kill the mood.
I bet the place stinks of dog shit. Unless she trained the dog to go to the toilet, I can't see any way how to prevent that.
- Runter Max! -
Well, at least he's obedient. Let's hope she hasn't taught him the command "Biss seine Eier!"
Also, she pulls her gun on Cath.
Somehow I have expected such thing.
- Do you always carry a gun on your concert tours?
A woman travelling alone has to be careful.
I would have thought Max was enough protection.
You are not Tyler Whitney. Who are you? -
How did she know? Maybe because she killed him and dropped her scarf in his comparment?
My name is Robert Cath. -
The one and only.
- What do you want?
Tyler Whitney was a friend of mine.
What is that supposed to mean? -
Just a friend or... ?
Suddenly the dialogue is interrupted by shouting coming from an another compartment.
- Max bleib hier. Sitz! -
She leaves. Now we have to deal with the dog, because he won't let us go away.
Actually, no, the dog doesn't give a shit. We follow Anna to see the commotion in compartment A (Count Obolensky's compartment).
- Let me through, I’m a doctor.
Grandpa ate some bad potato.
- Listen, you can hear them chanting. -
Again, the facial expressions in this cutscene are priceless.
- Tatiana, look at his hands. -
Look how soft they are. Ask him what soap he's using, please.
- They’re covered with fur. Black fur! -
So Cath... is a furry?
Don’t you see? -
That's right, choke the bastard, he obviously has too much oxygen in his brain.
Vassili!
Boil some water.
What are you doing? What kind of a doctor are you?
I know you. You came for me.
Murderer!
Tatiana, get me my knife!
I will cut out his heart!
I will feed it to the wolves! -
Just try it grandpa.
- Grandfather!
Don’t listen to him, he doesn’t know what he is saying. -
I guess the treatment's not EXTREME enough yet.
Vassili Alexandrovitch! -
Such beautiful blue eyes would heal anybody.
- Who are you? -
And he dies. Poor choice of last words.
Nah, he's still alive.
- Set it down over there. -
Cath rolls him a joint. Marihuana's wonderful healing properities will surely solve this problem.
- Put this in his tea and give him a cup every four hours. Can you do that?
Yes.
Let us clear out. Let him sleep.
Miss Tatiana, could I speak with you? -
We listen to their conversation from behind the door.
I don’t want to frighten you, but I think someone went into my compartment when I was at dinner.
Oh, no!
Would you think I was very silly if I ask you to keep it for me until we reach Vienna?
Of course not. I will be glad to.
You must not tell anybody. It will be our secret. -
An another important hint.
- Good night, Miss Wolff.
Good night... Mr. Whitney. -
Thankfully, she keeps our secret identity safe.
Now it's time to go to bed again.
And that concludes CD1. Stay tuned for more conspiracies and intrigues in CD2 (my favourite part of the game).
Mystary!
SoupNazi
Guest
I don't think I saw that when I played it...
Infantryman
Scholar
You'll definitely have to throw this gun-swinging German-Jewish woman out of the window!
I was not aware of the existence of The Last Express before I read this LP. Excellent work! 
I was not aware of the existence of The Last Express before I read this LP. Excellent work!
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