 Hello, hello, hello! Again, I'm playing some more of Dishonored. Why? Because I have heard that Dishonored 2 has plenty of technical bugs, and so I'm not quite ready to commit before they roll a patch out and fix that. And so I decided to, you know, have fun with Dishonored 1. Well, I can. Hello. Your life has taken a turn, has it not? The Empress is again. Her precious daughter Emily is lost somewhere in the city, and you will play a pivotal role in the days to come. For this, I have chosen you and drawn you into the void. You are too kind, and this is my mark. The Empress is in the world and beyond the world. Magical powers incoming! These forces will serve your will. Thank you, I like you. My gift to you. And my gift to you is all the chaos and death that I will create with my vengeance and wrathful evilness. Yes, impressed, I know. So this is Blink. It's an awesome magic spell. Oh god. Down memory lane, I know. You cannot save her, you cannot save her, okay. Gee, you think? I'm waiting for my mana to restore. See? It's bad to waste mana. Uh oh. This, I do believe, is trying to tell me something. Corvo. I'm very sad. They say that you are dead like mother. But I'm going to put this note in a bottle and throw it into the river because I do not believe them. Living here is very strange. I do not like it. So please come for me if you can. I will come, daughter of mine, I will. I promise. Let's see if there are any secrets. Well, I am on a plant, which is impressive, but not too secretive, I suspect. Oh look, most spiritual remedies. Ah, the spy master. I dislike you, spy master. If I could, I would stab you right here right now. Hello, look. Injustices. Sadly, I cannot take this, obviously, incendiary ammo. Oh well. These guys are not pleasant for the record. Let's move on. Uh oh. A rock floating all by its lonesome. It must be horribly lonely. Now what is this? Sure, let's move on. I could have just blinked down there, but you know, I like to check every nook and every cranny. I love the ambiance of this. Look at the whales. This is all very much like reading Neil Gaiman's Sandman, which in case you don't know anything about, you should. Did I just... haha. I managed to defeat the dark magics of this candlestick. I should probably put subtitles. Oh my. That shrine raised in my name. These runes will grant me powers beyond those of other men. To help you find these runes, I give you this. The heart of a living thing molded by my hands. Oh my. With this heart, you will hear many secrets, and it will guide you toward my runes, no matter how they may be hidden. It is very much a mechanical heart. Yes sir. Equipping the heart in your left hand helps you locate bone charms of the runes even through walls. The heart beats in light up when you are facing a bone charm or rune, and it beats faster as you get closer. The heart will whisper secrets if you press the right mouse button while targeting a person on all occasions. This place is the end of all things. And at the beginning. That's very awesome, but I'm going to add some subtitles. Gerald. Gameplay subtitles. User interface. Okay, I'm obviously missing the bit with the subtitles. No way is it here on FXA video settings. Okay, this is not going to be here. Audio. Subtitles mode. Why are the subtitles in the audio? Doesn't make any damn sense. Well, that makes me feel much better. That was awesome. The sheer amount of coolness put in this entire level shows just how imaginative and insane. Well, that is reassuring, I suspect. I suspect that falling down would be a bad idea. Oh, you keep saying that. I'm just checking, just checking. It's difficult for me not to use this heart constantly. Very interesting. I wonder if the blue has some specific meaning. Once you've collected some runes, open journal, and go to the powers section to exchange them for powers. Runes can be collected and used to acquire supernatural powers. Gee, thanks. Can I upgrade Blink? No, I cannot. But I can save my runes and do it. How you use what I have given you falls upon you, as it has to the others before you. Now I return you to your world, but know that I will be watching with great interest. Well, that sure is reassuring. Being watched by a god at all times is certainly enough to make me happy and giddy. I have no idea what this is, but I'm going to take it. Oh, lovely, bone charms provide small supernatural benefits. Oh, I don't believe I know. This was some sort of a pre-ordered bonus, right? Of course, I'll tell you, dearie. I won't keep any secrets from you in the end, or the daily days of my life are like the windows of a house. From the kitchen I can see out into the garden where the bees and storks are brown and bug-eaten. You can see a little lump of dirt, where something was wrapped in a blanket and laid to rest along the rows of twisting vines. Oh, I'm fairly certain that we are now talking about baby death. The front room looks out into the street where the neighbours are all setting fire to their homes barricading themselves inside, warm and snug, dearie. Don't forget about the bed reminder. It sees into a dreary alley where hooligans are playing a game with an old man. The first two are hitting him with sticks and the girl with them is kicking at his dry old ribs. Oh, to have those bones to ball them in a pot, no one lives in my house anymore, dearie. No one you'd want to meet. When I lived there with my husband, we were fine, fine people. They're a moray. Everyone would say your house is as grand as Bol Manor, better even. Your dinners are lavish and your parties are the best. When that young Sokolov came to paint my portrait, I was nearly still in my prime. Radiant, he said, and he was just barely a man. So young, painting all the best people across the land. Everyone wanted a portrait by his hand or my friends. I was the only one, dearie. Wet with his pain, glistening on the canvas for a pretty coin. But it wasn't all parties and paintings. My husband and I weren't always at home. No, no, we'd travelled together. He and I to the far ends of the isles, beyond even all the way to the red cliffs of Pandesia, to dig in the rock and crawl through the caves, holding up candles and squinting at the walls. Many precious things we came upon, but none so precious as the boy with the black eyes, dearie. All those marks and bones scarved so deep and polished so bright. I brought the old bones home, hid them from my dear husband, then I learned to bold them and carve them myself. They made such good presents, dearie. The little nude boy took them home. He loved them so all the time he came back with new bones for me, holding them up as I could see it in his eyes, even though his tongue was still. Granny, his eyes would say to me, carve these bones for me. Make me another present and he went so far, so far all the way to Dunwall Tower, the oral headsman himself now. My little, be-mute boy in his shiny, shiny sword. Better bones were what I needed, you see, better bones to carve and polish, scrape and gleam. My dear old husband was always tired. I made him soup and then he was sick. Better bones was all for my little mute boy, carved in the name of the one with black eyes. And after my husband was gone, given away as birthday gifts, I didn't want to live there anymore. So now I'm old and don't have many to give my presents to. It's sifting through the garbage for Granny Rags and feeding the little birdies that gather at my feet. No one wants to have tea, dearie. Especially those rude lousen bottle street, schlock chore and his boys always meddling with an old woman, just trying to make her way. In the end, we'll be together with him. You and me in the dreary night with stars above and below, and always the one with the black eyes, dearie. That was disturbing in all the lovely ways. Yeah, let's speak the Void channel. White rats can be consumed from mana. Alright, then white rats won't attack me. So I guess that I'm a gastronomer most sincere, loving all the white rats. Early life and criminal record, schlock chore. Yeah, I'm not going to be true to that as well. Maybe when I'm all by myself. But for now, nah-ha. So let's see what we've got going for us today. Oh, look. Well, that's not creepy at all. This is what's going to murder me. There we have it. Yes, now is not a very happy time, not at all. The powers you obtain from runes can be used creatively to defeat enemies and move through the environment. Blink from roof to roof, possess rust and fish, a slow time before rushing the loop of enemies. Well, I must admit that I'm kind of a traditionalist and so I will do the best I can and upgrade my blink. Why? Because blink is an awesome, very useful spell. And an upgraded blink is going to solve a lot of troubles that I may have early on, specifically, especially. So I can use it to get up. That's how you do it. I'm just doing some slight exploration. Oh my. I found them up. Mysteries of Pendicia. I suspect that that's some kind of a continent beyond the isles. Let's see. At the Academy of Natural Philosophy, they speak of the Pendician continent. Aha! As a place of wonder where all of life is entwined and blossomed across Aeons, producing a vibrant ecology unrivaled in the civilized world. That's interesting. The overseers from the Abbey of the Everyman by contrast talk of horror and heresies. They always do, don't they? Of course, some men engaged in brothel perverse rituals. From way, Granny Rags managed to learn her craft, one would suspect. The few who have traveled to the far continent and come back to the isles, those who have actually touched their soul there, have returned with notes that describe vast deserts, deep jungles and outlandish creatures that defy belief. Cool, I wanna go there. Maybe it is on a tree, guys. Once in a generation, a great effort is mounted to build a colony there. In hopes of this someday growing into a port city, rival Dunwall itself. But to date, these attempts have all ended in madness and failure. Let's do it all over again. Shugging bottles for the fun of it. Oh my, look at what I found. Did I hear something? That doesn't speak too well of my allies now, does it? Alright. Hey, you don't see me complaining. Excellent. I actually have something worse in mind. My exploits aren't legendary, they will be soon enough. Excellent, I suspect. Oh, so I'll be saving stray pups now. Exciting. Let's see, heart? Anything you wanna give me? Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew. I do not want to drink river water wine. Sounds absolutely unhygienic. I simply refuse. Oh god, hello. I'm pretty sure she's voiced by Lina Hedde. And I think I know why. My uncle's not corruptible like the rest of them. Campbell is going to poison my uncle. Do you think you could protect him? You used to do that, right? Before you had your current profession. Before you became an assassin. Sure I did. Well, I do believe I've got my tasks, I've got my optional tasks, and I even found another map which I'm going to sell to this here guy. Anyway, I do believe we've played enough for one day, and I will be signing off right here right now. Thank you guys for watching. If you enjoyed this, please click on that like button. Please, please, please, don't forget that I'm talking to you. You know who you are. Don't forget to click the like button. And thanks for watching again. Bye bye. Or rather, bye guys. Whichever one you prefer.