Outlast (2013 Video Game)

Shawn Baichoo: Miles Upshur, Stephenson, IT Guy, Security Guards

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• Miles Upshur : [in a note, after recording Trager's death]  How to make Trager juice. Step 1: Squeeze.

• Stephenson : They killed us. They got out. The variants. You can't fight them. Have to hide. Can unlock the main doors from security control. You have to get the fuck out of this terrible place.

  [Dies] 

• Miles Upshur : [Written note]  Fuck this place. Seriously, just fuck this place. Dying keeps moving lower on the list of the worst things that could happen to me here.

• Miles Upshur : [Written note]  I'm inside. Bodies everywhere. Blood. Burn marks. Heads lined up like bottles behind a bar, dead Murkoff scientists hung from the ceiling, their badges say "Murkoff Advanced Research Sytems." Murkoff's long time M.O. has been to profit off the exploitation of supposed charity. Fuck the third world and bankroll another billion. How did Murkoff think they would make money off a building full of crazy people? There's some kind of tactical cop pinned like a pig on a spit. Tells me to get the fuck out and then dies. Would have been a good thing to hear when I could still leave the way I came.

• Miles Upshur : [Written note]  I start feeling sick just looking at this place. Mount Massive Asylum, shut down amid scandal and government secrecy in 1971, reopened under the Murkoff Psychiatric Systems in 2009 under the guise of a charitable organization. Cell phone reception cut off abruptly a mile out, more like a jammer than a lost signal. The Murkoff Corporation has a long track record of disguising profit as charity. But never on American soil. Whatever they thought they could get out of this place has to be big. Might finally be the story that breaks the bastards.

• Miles Upshur : [Written note]  I'm already beat to hell, picking broken glass out of my scalp, couple cracked ribs. Nearly killed by a deformed giant, looks like somebody tried to fuck-start his head with a cheese grater. He throws me through a wall, knocks me unconscious. I wake up and some doughy old man with a face like an alcoholic kiddy fiddler in a homemade priest outfit calls me his Apostle. Not a job I asked for. There are words scrawled in blood everywhere. I'm getting an ugly feeling in my gut that the priest is writing them, for my benefit.

• Miles Upshur : [Written note]  So much blood in the water I can smell it. Like putting a penny in your mouth when you were a kid. The whispers are making more sense, I'm looking for static. It's like an itch.

• Miles Upshur : [Written note]  Trager. Sick fucker cut my fingers off. Has tortured and mangled dozens of patients, I watched him murder another one, nothing I could do about it. Talks like a white collar douchebag, probably has a set of golf clubs in the trunk of hi Audi. I bet the rest of my fingers he was Murkoff's top brass before whatever's infected this place changed him. I want out of this place. I want my fucking fingers back. I want to see Trager die.

• Miles Upshur : [Written note]  The big fucker is stalking me. Found a patient file for a Chris Walker, ex-military police, several tours in Afghanistan. A lot of blood in this place is on his hands. But not all of it.