Drink, Then Forget

 

 

There’s a bottle on the table — a clear vodka they don’t sell in stores. It won’t burn your lungs. Instead, it scrambles your words and drags you into daydreams where past and present bleed together. And as it seeps in, the clock’s hands move faster, as if the night wants you gone.

 

  

Right-click to drink — it makes time move faster.

Left-click to force your right hand down.

Don’t stop drinking. Let those damn cases go to hell.

About The Game (Spoiler)

 

answer:

Nick > Animals > say Yes for every yes or no question > gunshot > ptsd>yes

We want to use the agony of waiting for the conversation to hint that the protagonist is enduring the most torturous moment of his life—only alcohol allows him to swiftly blunt everything. But the moment he drinks, he drifts ever farther from the truth and from any real forward progress.

 

In the story, he’s terrified by the bleating of the neighbor’s goats (which triggers memories of his time at war), so he silences those animals forever and then continues to numb himself with drink… The interrogation is about to begin, and he can only remain trapped on the eve of that questioning—unless he truly steps outside (or, more accurately, is dragged out by the priest).