DISCONNECTED (CUTSCENE)
Disconnected from the feed.
Severed wires at my feet.
Now I'm free.
Static gives way to clarity. What's happening to me?
Panic sets in as reality shifts like a glitch in the system.
Will somebody explain this pain in my neck,
This blood on my hands,
And these tangled anatomical threads
Like fleshy wires now laying at my feet?
Where do they lead?
And were they once attached to me?
How can I see what I couldn't before?
I scan the floor once more for answers.
That's when I see the scissors
The cutscene ends as the character collects his weapon,
And so the game begins.
Disconnected from the feed.
Severed wires at my feet.
Now I'm free.
Now I'm free.
Guide me through this mystery
Where nothing is as it appears to be.
As you assume control of my character
There's another unnerving burst of audiovisual distortion.
In this once unassuming room a terrifying transformation ensues.
Clued in now that we're not alone
By the haunting moans that echo through this hellish,
Biomechanical recreation of my character's home.
So navigate to the door,
Those mysterious cords run through like it doesn't exist.
Follow them through this horror,
The answers you're looking for lie in wait at their origin.
Go!
Disconnected from the feed.
Severed wires at my feet.
Now I'm free.
Now I'm free.
(Guide me through this mystery
Where nothing is as it appears to be.)
Disconnected from the feed.
Severed wires at my feet.
Now I'm free.
Now I'm free.
Severed wires at my feet.
Now I'm free.
Static gives way to clarity. What's happening to me?
Panic sets in as reality shifts like a glitch in the system.
Will somebody explain this pain in my neck,
This blood on my hands,
And these tangled anatomical threads
Like fleshy wires now laying at my feet?
Where do they lead?
And were they once attached to me?
How can I see what I couldn't before?
I scan the floor once more for answers.
That's when I see the scissors
The cutscene ends as the character collects his weapon,
And so the game begins.
Disconnected from the feed.
Severed wires at my feet.
Now I'm free.
Now I'm free.
Guide me through this mystery
Where nothing is as it appears to be.
As you assume control of my character
There's another unnerving burst of audiovisual distortion.
In this once unassuming room a terrifying transformation ensues.
Clued in now that we're not alone
By the haunting moans that echo through this hellish,
Biomechanical recreation of my character's home.
So navigate to the door,
Those mysterious cords run through like it doesn't exist.
Follow them through this horror,
The answers you're looking for lie in wait at their origin.
Go!
Disconnected from the feed.
Severed wires at my feet.
Now I'm free.
Now I'm free.
(Guide me through this mystery
Where nothing is as it appears to be.)
Disconnected from the feed.
Severed wires at my feet.
Now I'm free.
Now I'm free.
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Writer(s): Timothy Steven Bukowski
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