Theatre transcript (spoilers)

[Arthandas]

DAY ONE

BACHELOR:   So, it's all about trickery to you? Wherever have you come from?
CHANGELING: No, no... I detest trickery. But if we ourselves are to suffer
            deception, our hands are no longer tied. Where ARE we?
HARUSPEX:   Well, a muscular contraction is there. Means we're already inside
            of him. THIS must be one of the ventricles, right here.
CHANGELING: What a silly place... it's stuffed! So it's not real for now? I
            don't think it has started, yet.
BACHELOR:   Does it matter what it's made of? It's definitely struggling. We
            need to perform sectio transversalis*. Cut the wall. There's no
            other way out. What else is there to do?
CHANGELING: I KNOW what to do. Those who favor hard logic and direct action are
            bound to be misguided. Only a miracle can set us free without us
            having to destroy something. And I can DO miracles. Just let me.
BACHELOR:   Will you please be quiet? You're a liar and a thief. Who is going
            to believe you when you keep lying to yourself? The truth is my
            shepherd. Whatever happens, I WILL find answers, and justice will
            be restored. I will perform the operation. Medicum morbo
            adhibere**.
HARUSPEX:   Don't you go all bossy on me clever cloaks... You will act justly,
            but your justice will blind you and become his demise. This calls
            for the gentle hand of a surgeon. Step aside, both of you.
CHANGELING: Your gentle hands are used to killing, not giving life. You will
            inevitably do harm. As for brainy, he has no regard for casualties
            at all. Neither of you knows compassion.
BACHELOR:   Yes, it seems unlikely that we'll get along well, but there's only
            one truth.
HARUSPEX:   Any choice is right as long as it's willed. That's the truth of the
            matter.
CHANGELING: Only the heart will show you the right choice. Stop thinking about
            yourselves, think of the sick. He's in pain. I can't see it yet,
            but I can feel it.
BACHELOR:   It's not even a trap... it's a grave. Sub ipsum fumus sumus***.
            Can't say I hold a soft spot for it.
HARUSPEX:   I can see that. You're full of hate. Stuffed or not, it's
            breathing. I can heal it. It can be healed, rather than killed.
CHANGELING: You mean you won't become a killer? But you will! Mark my word,
            that's exactly what will happen. But I can avoid it.
BACHELOR:   No... we won't ever get along. I suggest we be on our way. The
            sooner the better.
CHANGELING: Off we go then?
HARUSPEX:   Let's go. The clock is ticking...

* Transverse section: A cross section obtained by slicing, actually or through
imaging techniques, the body or any part of the body structure, in a horizontal
plane, a plane that intersects the longitudinal axis at a right angle.

** Disease is handled by medicine.

*** We cloud our own judgment.

[Arthandas]

DAY TWO
- Today, the killer was identified. Its nature turned out to be completely
  unexpected.
- The enemy is found and named. It's called the Sand Pest. The contagious
  plague is threatening to ruin everything here.
- How can a killer like this be punished? How can a villain like this be
  struck?
- It can't. It's impossible. By pulling a knife on it, you'll just cut an
  innocent body.
- I think... I should go. Nothing to be done here anyway.
- You SHOULD go! Go then... wherever you please. Shoo!

DAY THREE
- The rulers had to accept something was wrong. The terrifying discoveries have
  convinced them. One of them managed to curb the family feud.
- Bad news... The governor will abuse his power, and the rest won't let him get
  away with this. Nothing's changed.
- The town was placed in quarantine. From now on the infected districts will be
  locked down, and no one will be able to leave until the situation is
  resolved.
- Well it won't be. They won't figure it out.

DAY FOUR
- So?
- It stays away from dead bodies. Disappearing from corpses without a trace.
  It’s been established that you can outwait it, if you’re careful, and
  discreet. The glass will keep the best as it’s supposed to.
- What does it mean?
- It means we have a fighting chance. The infectious agent only sticks to
  living matter, and is repelled by dead surfaces. Those who remain indoors are
  more likely to survive. Scurrying and making a fuss means death. All in
  all... we can fight.
- You self-serving jerk... you got your own agenda, haven’t you? You’re always
  up for a fight, you just need an adversary. What about the people?
- Hush, don’t you get in his way. He seems to have a plan.
- It’s all wrong... It’s no good at all...

DAY FIVE
- One of them is trying to fight.
- Who?
- This one. The other two will try to thwart their efforts though.
- Interesting... Will they fall into the trap?
- I wonder... Look what they've turned the theatre into.
- I hope they know what they’re doing. Unavoidably blood will be shed tomorrow.

DAY SIX
- So here we are...
- SO much blood was spilled.
- Spilled? You mean, by accident? Something you had nothing to do with?
- It had to be done so that we could move forward. We’re on a path to victory.
  Don’t you agree?
- We are. Now we know how to fight Sand Pest for real. False rumors have been
  disproven. It’s no demon. These are just tiny particles that die quickly if
  they can’t bite into hot blood.
- People fear Katerina’s prophecy.
- People only fear bloodshed, when it’s THEIR blood... and THEIR shed.
- Blood, blood is nothing but a nutritional medium. He who sows blood reaps a
  ripe harvest.

DAY SEVEN
- Someone could have ended up with that stake today. I was lucky to escape
  execution. Bachelor was noble enough to let me go.
- Unbelievable, Sand Pest is not a person. It’s been proven. But, who is the
  source? It’s not the girl, that much is obvious.
- You can escape everyone, even the inquisitor’s vengeful hand. But you can’t
  escape yourself. The Earth Sister is breathing down your neck.
- What shall we do?
- It feels like the whole world is against me. I can’t get this noose off. Is
  execution unavoidable?
- Calm down moany.
- Stop!
- You can remain a tool... or become a rebel. The choice is yours. Men struggle
  in nooses, but puppets walk free.

[Arthandas]

DAY EIGHT
- I know how celestial bodies work. I know the logic of numbers.
- Yes, mom.
- Solid bodies drown in water – it’s a law. Life breaks into particles and is
  reborn again – it is a law.
- Do you see now how many mysteries the earth holds? The more terrifying the
  mystery the deeper it lies, and the fewer wells can reach them.
- You can trick anyone... anyone but me – the emissary of the Powers That Be. I
  know how this world had been built, I know how its life works. I know the
  laws it operates under. It supposed to be very simple, and proportional.
- True! True, mom.
- That’s what it supposed to be.
- True! True, mom. That is what it supposed to be.
- So let it be, it’s not the end of the world – it’s just an epidemic. It’s
  gone out of proportion. The law will prevail, I'll restore the balance. Not all
  is lost. I know where the root of this evil lies.
- Hmmm...

DAY NINE
This play can be seen only if Bachelor didn't enter the Abattoir on the previous day. Going inside and finishing the "Subterranean Rot" quest skips the time to 2pm - long after the show is over.

- Do you see now how many mysteries the earth holds? The more terrifying the
  mystery, the deeper it lies, and the fewer wells can reach them.
- The bowels of the Abattoir were turned inside out. There... are... beasts...
  there...
- It's filled with roots and dirt. The underground doors open easily, but you
  can only go through if there's a grave behind it. Hopefully, you catch my
  drift?
- There's nothing to lose anyway. The soldiers will be here tomorrow. Let's
  risk it!
- You're free to go anywhere. To the right... to the left... upwards... but
  even downwards a bit. You're welcome to make sure there are no tricks.
- Who cares?! It's all the same in the end.

DAY TEN
- My orders were to destroy every building in this town, and then to shoot
  everyone who survives the bombardment. The military only comes when there's
  nothing to fix anymore. I'm keen on breaking that habit though. I know that
  the people that can change the course of the catastrophe have been working
  here for some time. We will only destroy the thing pointed at by a healer who
  can argue in favor of taking such action.
- How about not shooting at all?
- If we don't shoot anything at all, the consequences will be devastating. You
  wanted freedom of choice... so choose. A massive shelling or a single
  pinpoint strike. One way or another, we'll put an end to this circus.

DAY ELEVEN
- The law of gravity is tragically incompatible with dreamcatching. Illusions
  have to be let go off in good time.
- There is a tricky way to save the specular tower, but there will be
  casualties. What do you say?
- The law demands that we remain silent... as if there's nothing to save, but
  this ridiculous tower.
- There is another tricky way. It allows for saving the tower of men, but it
  ALSO requires a sacrifice to be made. What do you say?
- The law is impartial. The choice is yours.
- Is there an alternative way to subvert your ridiculously unfair law?
- We're just doing our job, why all the fuss? You've got time, live some more.

DAY TWELVE
- Whatever you do, you'll have to sacrifice something.
- Destruction is inevitable, there's no miraculous way out.
- Hm, so that's what their thought process is, see? There was nothing to hope
  for from the start. Each of them should simply fulfill their purpose. At
  least we'll see which one works best...
- Each of them wants to save that which is dear to them. Perhaps, they could...
  get along?
- Out of the question. The meeting chamber is tight with the general sitting at
  one side of the table, and the inquisitor sitting at the other. Only one of
  them will decide. The others will die...

ending spoilers
TRUE ENDING
- You did it! It was a free choice. We acknowledge the victory of the player.
- It is indeed miraculous, the exit is clear. It shouldn't have happened. The
  miracle must be real.

[Toaster]

Thanks for compiling this, It's quite useful.

Nice work!

[y2kate]

thanks