Voicelines from a Thief-like heist game made in Unreal Engine. These are for the tutorial level.

Context	Lines
Character Instructor	Voicelines written for the gruff instructor of a thieves guild.
Welcome	Welcome, recruit. There should be a letter around here to explain today's assignment. [see start tutorial letter. also shows player how to read documents.]
Obstacle course part 1	What's the most important tool for a thief? Her lockpicks? Blackjack? No, it's her body. Here you will show the way you move. Try getting past this obstacle course.
Jump over obstacle	First, show us how far you can jump. Mind the gap.
Climb wall	Now it's time to climb. If you build up some momentum you can also jump over gaps and reach the ledge on the other side.
Crawl through tunnel	Sometimes, you find yourself at a dead end. But dead ends are for quitters. See if you can find a way through.
Locked door p1	This door is locked. If you don't have the right tools, a good-ol-fashioned key can also work. Check the other room.
Locked door p2	Hey, good job! With that key in your pocket nothing stands in your way.
Locked door p3	Another door? This one doesn't have a key, so we can put those lockpicking skills to good use. The tools are on that table.
Hookshot	Another dead end? Not for us, of course. Look up. See that wooden beam? You can use this wonderful little contraption to get up.
Introduction guards	Remember how we snatched some of those guard armours? Makes you trying to sneak past a bit more... frightful.
Light p1	Your best friend, besides me of course, are the shadows. If you keep to the darkness, guards will have a hard time spotting you.
Light p2	However scary it might be, sometimes it's better to get close to a guard if it means staying in the shadows.
Sound	Some surfaces can muffle your footsteps. Stay quiet to get past this guard.
Noisemaker	At times, you might not be able to simply sneak past people in your way. With one of these noisemakers, each one powered by a small Crystal, you can create a distraction. Throw it, and the guard will leave their post to investigate.
Weapons p1	We don't encourage killing. Yet there are moments we have no choice. Sneak up on this guard and.. neutralize them. Don't worry, your dagger isn't real. For now.
Weapons p2	You're a thief, so being noticed isn't ideal. But it happens. For such occasions, be ready to go all out. Defeat this guard.
Cutter	There will not always be darkness to hide in, so you'll have to create some. Take that cutter and snap those cables.
End	Congrats, recruit. But don't celebrate just yet. You still have your first real mission in front of you. Don't get too... vengeful with your old "friend". We'll be watching the heist and award you a score based on how you handle it. Killing is definitely a deductible. Other than that, I wish you the best of luck.

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Dialogue excerpts from a horror visual novel and a fantasy visual novel with a tarot theme, written in Ren'py.

Zara is supposed to become The Page of Cups; her rejection of The Arcana is cause for a strained relationship with her mothers, The King and Queen of Cups.

[The screen shows the image of a house from the outside in night time. The door opening is bare, and the window have beads as a drape.]

Zara "I don't care what Arcana may have an interest in me."

[The music lowers into silence.]

Zara "They are all rotten."

[The sound of the air freezing can be heard. Ice covers the screen, extending from the corners.]

"The air grows cold. The humidity gathers on the beads covering the window to form small crystals of ice."

The King of Cups "You are sleeping in the guest house."

Zara "What? I LIVE he-"

"Silence."

[Sound of the chair skidding hard against the floor.]

"The chair skids hard against the floor. Zara wishes this house had doors just so she could slam one right now."

[Zara appears on-screen, leaning her back against the wall accompanied by the sound of a kick against that wall. Zara glances towards the window.]

"She settles for slamming the heel of one of her boots against the wall instead."

"The air coming out of her mouth in quick bursts turns into clouds as she tries to steady her breath."

"She had always wondered why she had heard the words 'The Ice King' whispered behind their backs at social gatherings."

"There was no longer any need to wonder."

[The ice melts from the screen and the energetic guitar music starts up again.]

The Queen of Cups "I'm disappointed."

"Zara pulls the mantle around herself a little bit tighter, trying to keep warm."

The King of Cups "She really is impossible."

The Queen of Cups "I am disappointed in you."

"Zara can't help herself. She grins at hearing herself be defended like that."

The King of Cups "ME? Did you not hear how she spoke to us? How she spoke of The Arcana?"

The Queen of Cups "Why are you surprised? We have both insisted that she must be allowed to create her own worldview. To be her own person; to be free."

The Queen of Cups "..."

"She stops herself. Zara presses deeper into the wall as she notices The King of Cups nearing the window."

The King of Cups "There is no need to speak of such things. This is supposed to be a time of rest for us."

The Queen of Cups "Truly? And that is why we are pushing the decision onto Zara now, of all times?"

The King of Cups "What were we supposed to do?"

The King of Cups "Write it in a letter? She would burn it and say it must have gotten lost along the way."

The Queen of Cups "I... see your position on that. And..."

The Queen of Cups "Yes, she must make the decision."

The Queen of Cups "I'm sorry, I did not mean to put the blame on you when it is on us both."

[Sound of drinks being poured.]

"The King of Cups pours wine into two glasses. Half of it spills on the table, used as she is to the servants in The Shuffle doing it for them instead."

"Such things were forbidden in The Suit of Cups. It is why the home of The King and The Queen of the Suit was a modestly sized building compared to the castles of other royals."

"Still much too large for Zara to be cleaning it all on her own, living alone when her mothers were away."

[Zara looks away from the window.]

[Zara looks towards the window.]

The King of Cups "I... I don't know what to do. We can't force her, but she must still choose."

The King of Cups "I can't reach her anymore."

"Zara furrows her brow."

The Queen of Cups "No."

[Zara looks up with an annoyed scowl.]

"Zara whispers to herself."

Zara "'She must make the decision for herself', they say."

Zara "And yet they're deciding who isn't a suitable option over a glass of wine."

Zara "Not that I want anything to with any of The Arcana."

[Zara looks towards the windows.]

The Queen of Cups "And if she chooses neither?"

[Zara looks away from the window.]

"The King of Cups sweeps the glass in one gulp."

The King of Cups "Then we shall have to send her to Kuralia."

[Sound of a finger tapping against glass.]

"The Queen of Cups knocks anxiously on her glass."

The Queen of Cups "With... With your brother? Is that really a good idea?"

[Zara looks towards the window.]

The King of Cups "We have no other children, and do not have the time to bring more into The World."

The King of Cups "She SHALL become The Page of Cups."

The King of Cups "Pemba is a good place."

The King of Cups "Too good a place for her."

The Queen of Cups "That's a cruel thing to say..."

[Zara looks away from the window.]

The King of Cups "Ach, I did not mean it like that. We both know she won't choose The Hierophant and all of their rules."

The Queen of Cups "I see."

The King of Cups "And yes. You are right."

The King of Cups "Both of you are."

The King of Cups "Even you, Zara."

[Zara looks towards the window; the screen shakes.]

"Zara jumps."

[Zara looks up with an annoyed scowl.]

Zara "Well, I'll start packing then! See you in another cut."

[Zara looks away from the window after a pause.]

Zara "Hopefully even two!"

Sid has told his best friend Awa about having a chance to become a dancer at the ballet.

[Sid is annoyed as Awa stares at him after the revelation.]

Sid "Why do you look so shocked. I'm a good dancer!"

Awa "It's not that. I know you are."

She looks uncomfortable for a moment, sharp nails scratching against the metal chassis of her laptop.

Awa "I'm happy for you, obviously, I'm just..."

Awa "It feels too good to be true."

Sid casts his gaze down into the floor.

Sid "I get what you mean. But what if it is true?"

Sid "Shouldn't I at least... try?"

Sid "I'm sick of being stuck here."

[Awa laughs.]

Awa "What, here with me?"

[Sid looks surprised.]

Sid "Of course not. You're one of the few good things in my life."

[Sid gets a solemn look.]

Sid "I mean... In this life. Never able to move forward."

Sid "I want to be something. Someone. So, so badly."

[Awa looks happy.]

Awa "Then you already have the answer to the question you're trying to ask."

Awa "Act first, think later."

Awa "That's what Awa would do."

An underground news channel films an episode about the true story of a ballet dancer icon.

Narrator "--Weronika Kaminska."

Narrator "I'm sure you have all heard of her. The Diva of Warschouia."

Narrator "A ballerina of such beauty and almost... supernatural skill to transcend her species as a mouse."

[Sound of projector button being pressed.]

[Image displays a magazine cover of a female dancer.]

Narrator "'More than a star - A new constellation.'"

Narrator "That was the tagline in The Union Gazette five years ago following her debut as Odette at The Red Ballet in the-- Hgghh."

Narrator "Fair city of Gayane."

Narrator "I'll do a new take later. Who wrote that anyway?"

Narrator "What do you mean I did!? That city's a fucking shithole."

Narrator "The Union Gazette tells us of a small mouse with a big dream. If you give it your all for your dream, anyone can reach the stars."

[Sound of slamming fist into table.]

Narrator "Bullshit!"

Narrator "They didn't tell the full story. They didn't tell her story!"

Narrator "It's a fucking fairytale. There's no Diva of Warschouia."

Narrator "Weronika Kaminska isn't even her real name!"

Narrator "I don't mean she isn't real. I don't even mean to insinuate she isn't the greatest dancer I've ever fucking seen in my life."

Narrator "She is."

Narrator "And that's why people need to hear her real story. The full story."

[Sound of projector button being pressed.]

[Image displays the outside of a research facility.]

Narrator "Fundacja Czerwone Serce. Did I say that right?"

Narrator "The Red Heart Foundation. A bastion of science."

Narrator "Glitzy, ain't it?"

Narrator "WRONG!"

[Sound of projector button being pressed.]

[Image displays the run down inside of the research facility.]

Narrator "Some of you may remember two episodes ago where we covered Tobias Herschel."

Narrator "The brave antelope fighting for every rodent in The Union."

Narrator "Spoiler alert if you missed the episode: He committed suicide under oh, so very normal circumstances."

Narrator "Packed himself into five different suitcases too. I'll spare you pictures."

Narrator "Well. Rats may have gotten the worst of our brutality, but that doesn't mean mice weren't going through it as well."

Narrator "Sure. Spared the chopping block and used for more 'important' experiments."

Narrator

"Lab mice all the same."

Narrator "Meet NO98201C."

[Sound of projector button being pressed.]

[Image displays a SWAT-like dressed arm pushing a door open, revealing a girl sitting on the floor staring up at the photographer with a blank expression.]

Narrator "Familiar?"

Narrator "Fuck. Sorry. I-- I hadn't really looked at the picture before. It's fucking sad."

Narrator "NO98201C was born here. In this very room, in fact."

Narrator "Who were her parents? Did her mother survive giving birth in these conditions? Was her father's name actually Kaminski?"

Narrator "I doubt even the fuckers of The Red Heart Foundation have a clue."

Narrator "The new child was quickly categorized as a prime subject for study. Recessive alleles all around."

Narrator "We have, despite our best efforts, been unable to ascertain the true extent of the experiments this child was subjected to."

Narrator "Now don't ask how, but--"

[Sound of projector button being pressed.]

[Image displays a paper with burnt edges.]

Narrator "This document shows us a grain of that. Growth hormones. Brain surgeries."

Narrator "Those perfect teeth - read: not all rodenty - the article went on for two paragraphs about?"

Narrator "Yep. Surgically filed down."

Narrator "Our educated theory for the purposes of this torture?"

Narrator "To create a Diva of Warschouia. Oh, not NO98201C of course."

Narrator "She was just a mannequin. A template. Wouldn't wanna mess up whatever fox or lion or whoever the fuck this was intended for."

Narrator "Kinda ironic then how The Union did a full 180 after that day seven years ago."

Narrator "Hmm. No. Strategic is a better word."

[Sound of projector button being pressed.]

[Image displays the image of the girl again.]

Narrator "This picture was taken when the new laws came in effect. Taken in secret by some sicko Rott when all affected facilities were shut down and 'evacuated'."

Narrator "Oh, I'd LOVE to say he took it to show the truth but that would be nonsense."

Narrator "One of our viewers found it on a pornographic forum on that internet thing! Like, what the actual fuck!?"

Narrator "Yeah, being on that forum was weird. At least we got the pic. I sure as fuck don't wanna scour through that shit."

Narrator "Hum. Where was I?"

Narrator "Right! The Union governments made a strategic pivot. Reputation down the fucking shitter for taking so long to get their shit together."

Narrator "But aha! Here we have a mouse; the perfect mouse!"

Narrator "So they start laying the groundwork. Pumping money into a certain ballet theatre."

Narrator "Historically famous, but in complete disrepair. No one wanted to touch it for decades."

Narrator "I've actually been scraping together material for an episode about it. Just surface-level research for this episode dug up some real juicy tidbits."

Narrator "But that's a story for another time."

Narrator "The perfect mouse on the perfect stage. Raking in the cash must be a nice bonus."

Narrator "But not the primary goal. No, the goal was spinning this idealistic vision of how anyone can become anything here."

Narrator "Even rodents, for we are a fucking bastion of equal opportunity."

Narrator "Look at the new beginnings we are building; The Red Ballet has been restored!"

Narrator "Doesn't this make you forget about the slaught-" [Long section of sounds. A glass door is destroyed - heavy boots come closer - multiple guns are cocked; ready to fire.]

Narrator "Oh, great! We have some guests in the studio."

Narrator "'Bureau of--' Aha! We were just talking about you. Care for an interview?"

[Sound of the narrator being gripped hard; the narrator slaps the hand off.]

Narrator "I love a man in uniform handling me all rough-like as much as the next guy, but the bulletproof visor is a bit overkill thou-- HEY, DON'T TOUCH THAT!"

[Sound of the camera being hit hard.]

[Cracks appear over the screen.]

Narrator "We have the right to operate here. Do you need the fucking permits!?"

[Sound of a slip of paper being handed over.]

Narrator "What's this..."

Narrator "Fuck."

[Sound of an automatic rifle being fired for a few seconds. A body thumps into the floor.]

Narrator "FUCK! YOU FUCKING KILLED JASMINE--"

[Sound of a pistol being cocked close to the mic.]

Narrator "You're all fucking monsters..."

[Sound of loud gunshot.]

[Blood splatter appears over the screen.]

[Image displays ‘Confiscated Master Tape from the Archives of The Bureau of Accuracy’.]

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