From the time I was a little kid, I always felt in some abstract way the presence, the cultural weight and mass, of a huge number of rotten ghouls, howling for blood somewhere out in the noosphere. Now they’ve torn down their thin veil of civility and are openly gnashing their teeth and turning their empty eye sockets to regard me with coy smugness.
Sounds like the quote from The Deserter in Disco Elysium. Something about having to drop the mask to do their terrible deeds, so you can see their true face for just that moment.
From the time I was a little kid, I always felt in some abstract way the presence, the cultural weight and mass, of a huge number of rotten ghouls, howling for blood somewhere out in the noosphere. Now they’ve torn down their thin veil of civility and are openly gnashing their teeth and turning their empty eye sockets to regard me with coy smugness.
Sounds like the quote from The Deserter in Disco Elysium. Something about having to drop the mask to do their terrible deeds, so you can see their true face for just that moment.