Tip:
Highlight text to annotate it
X
[intro]
'Sup guys, and welcome back to Dishonored, and when we left off, we helped Granny these
thugs who were... "Gentleman Callers" so-called, who were, um, wanting to steal her money and
um, yeah, now we agreed to go put some rat guts in some gang stuff.
PSA: Attention Dunwall Citizens...
AB: So um, I don't remember... let's see. Um, can we go this way? Is this where it is?
Goodbye, rat. And, goodbye rat. Right, so there's some guys over there. "Dunwall Whiskey."
"Bottle Street Boys," That sounds familiar. "You cannot kill the rat plague." ***.
I got--I got a couple words for you. Let's see, what's this? Medicinal herbs. Um, we
don't want that. Save those for later. Let's see, can we go in here? Um. I'm sorry, it's
just, my instinct is to press escape and that just takes me to the menu there for some reason.
Bad user interface design, but we can work around that, I guess.
Thug: [laughter] That's not what we heard.
AB: Dr. Galvani's Offices, okay.
Thug: Because you know we have to check you over. And there's an inspection fee.
Griff: To the Void with Bottle Street, and to the Void with you! Let me out!
Thug: Oh, you don't want to talk to us like that.
Thug: Come on! Let's get this guy!
AB: Goodnight.
Griff: Anyone there?
AB: Yeah, just a second. Give me a second to throw these guys over by the dumpster where
they belong. Actually, you know what? I will throw them in the dumpster, and maybe if we're
lucky, I won't be the one who killed these guys. Alright.
Griff: I'm trapped.
AB: Can I break these? Hello, sir.
Griff: I owe you brother. I won't ask about the mask. I wouldn't want my face seen either,
pulling a stunt like that.
AB: No kidding.
Griff: You know what? I'll return the favor. Come by Griff's shop, that's my business.
AB: Sure thing.
Griff: Well, it was, at one time, but now I'm reduced to scavenging things from here
and there as the city dies. If you need anything, I wouldn't mind trading for a little money.
Maybe someday the plague will blow over and everything will go back to normal, but until
then it's scavenging for me.
AB: Yeah, I understand. Alright. Fives. Okay. Alright um, there's a whole lot of basically
nothing in here. That's fantastic. Okay, so Galvani's shop is about sixty-five meters
this way right? Forty-eight meters that way, but it was sixty-five from over here, yeah.
Okay, so let's get our stuff back out. Hi again, dude. Alright, um... can we go through
here? Cannot. Okay. Can we go up there, maybe? Can I climb this? Alright. Using the tools
we got to get places. That's awesome. Okay. I'm too used to playing Half-Life. I always
wanna press A to use a flashlight. Alright. Okay, so that guy is there.
PSA: Attention Dunwall Citizens. Report all deceased family members to the local Dead
Counter.
AB: Do we have some bottles of stuff I can use to distract that guy? Doesn't look like
it.
Guard: Old stupid, *** [muttering]
AB: Maybe we can get...
Guard: Dump you in the river!
AB: I was hoping maybe we could not have to kill this guy, but too late for that. Alright.
So, his offices are over there. Nobody's noticing us, that is good.
Guard: Hey, what was that?
AB: Goodnight. Goodnight! I said goodnight! Go to sleep. Take a dirt nap. Maybe wake back
up in uh two hundred fifty years, maybe. Oh, there's more of you guys. More of you guys
want to go to sleep. Okay. You don't even have any money. *** you are poorly paid.
They're paying you to defend this city with your lives for how much are they paying you
for this exactly? 'Cause it's not showing with the amount of money that's on your person.
Alright, there's a bunch of... okay. Didn't even realize those rats were there. Let's
throw these bodies down here. I mean, your family's never gonna see you again, but I
mean, that's what happens when you are helping an oligarchy of people who are basically pieces
of ***. So, you're not getting any sympathy--ach--excuse me--any sympathy from me. Goodbye. Okay. Now,
did I kill that guy already? Hello? "Corpse." Okay. Go over the wall. Good. Alright. Now...
how far are you gonna chase me? Jesus.
I mean, I think you would realize by now that I have a *** sword and I just killed like
fifty of you. Goodbye. Oh, my god, where'd the rest of you--where'd you guys come from?
Holy ***.
Goodbye. Or not. You know what? Screw this. I'm going inside that building. I'm done dealing
with rats. Yeah, take me there. Take me there. Please. Please. Okay. [sighing] For the love
of god, okay. Fantastic more people we have to get past. Okay, "Break into... rat viscera"
or viscera, I'm not sure. I'm not familiar with the term. Visc... is it based on the
word viscous?
Guard: Hey! What's going on there?
Guard: Help!
Guard: Let's feed him to the hounds!
Guard: Flank him!
AB: Okay. This combat system is getting a little bit old at this point. 'Cause it's
exactly the deal every time. Alright.
Yes, I know. I already did that on accident once. Okay, go behind the door. Have anything
worth taking there? No? Okay. Well, just because I hate these guards that you had, I'm gonna
break your glass. Even if I can't take anything. Okay, let's take one of those. Damn it, I
didn't mean to do that. Pressed the wrong damn button. Okay. I'll read that later offscreen.
And, let's see, is there anything in here? Any viscera or viscera? "Feeding log." Interesting.
Hold on a second. Okay. Is there anything in here? I'm not seeing anything in here.
It's just... there's nothing here, and I just need one thing. There's literally nothing.
What's this thing? Okay, I have a building key. Let's see, can I open that thing now?
The door with the uh, all the rats behind it. Let's see. Can I open it now? No, that's
the pantry key. Huh. Okay. Doesn't look like I wanna open it now. Anyway. Okay. There's
nothing in here besides rats. That's fantastic. Let's go check the second floor. Or the first
floor as the case may be considering this is supposed to be in Europe.
Maid: Did you touch the door handle to Dr. Galvani's lab?
Guard: Yeah, I think so. What the Void was that?
AB: Oh, it's over there, okay.
Where'd the other guy go?
Okay, we got--where'd you go?
Guard: Old, stupid, ***, [muttering]
Maid: I told her to keep the inside--what?
AB: Don't. Don't. Don't realize that I'm here. Please.
Maid: It was nothing after all.
AB: I don't want to kill you. I really don't want to kill you. I'm--I'm--I'm sick of killing
people. It's a painful process for what it actually is. Okay.
[alarm]
Alright, uh... yeah, that'll have to be it for this time, guys, but I hope you enjoyed.
If you did enjoy, I encourage you to like, favorite, and subscribe, and I'll see you
next time. Thanks for watching.
[outro]