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game transcriptions
To be updated and made prettier later. I'll add screenshots later too as proof, lol. Sorry I can't HTML...
Going to try add stuff that isn't accessible on the current Wiki since I'm actively playing the game...
!! Be mindful of the content warnings: It's the DrakeNieR series and one of the taglines for Rein's setting is "The Cage where sin sleeps," so expect a lot of depressing stories about humanity. Death, murder, classism, child death, abuse is prevalent in Fio's stories.
MAIN STORY under construction. to include map banter and dialogue choices
CHARACTER STORY Short story about Fio and a Noble girl
DARK MEMORY Story about Fio's dream of her biological mother
COSTUMES AND WEAPON STORIES under construction because she has too many costumes/weapons...
EVENT STORIES
■ Record: Garden of Benediction Fio's Birthday Story
■ Record: Chamber of Prayer About the day her family was cast down to the lowest class
CARD STORIES
■ Anecdote: Stars
HIDDEN STORIES
■ No.01 Ch.1 Warm Hands
■ No.02 Ch.2 What Shines
■ No.03 Ch.3 Cries of Flowers
■ No.04 Ch.4 Kindly Child
■ No.05 Angelic Sacrifice
■ No.06 REPORT CARD
■ No.07 A Gift from Mommy and Daddy
■ No.08 Regarding the New Caste System
■ No.09 What the Monster Saw
■ No.10
MEMOIR STORIES background information on Fio's social class, the lowest of the caste system
SINOALICE COLLABORATION STORY
ABOUT THE CAGE this page is already heavy with information so this goes to a separate journal entry...
Going to try add stuff that isn't accessible on the current Wiki since I'm actively playing the game...
!! Be mindful of the content warnings: It's the DrakeNieR series and one of the taglines for Rein's setting is "The Cage where sin sleeps," so expect a lot of depressing stories about humanity. Death, murder, classism, child death, abuse is prevalent in Fio's stories.
MAIN STORY under construction. to include map banter and dialogue choices
CHARACTER STORY Short story about Fio and a Noble girl
DARK MEMORY Story about Fio's dream of her biological mother
COSTUMES AND WEAPON STORIES under construction because she has too many costumes/weapons...
EVENT STORIES
■ Record: Chamber of Prayer About the day her family was cast down to the lowest class
CARD STORIES
HIDDEN STORIES
■ No.02 Ch.2 What Shines
■ No.03 Ch.3 Cries of Flowers
■ No.04 Ch.4 Kindly Child
■ No.05 Angelic Sacrifice
■ No.06 REPORT CARD
■ No.07 A Gift from Mommy and Daddy
■ No.08 Regarding the New Caste System
■ No.09 What the Monster Saw
■ No.10
MEMOIR STORIES background information on Fio's social class, the lowest of the caste system
SINOALICE COLLABORATION STORY
ABOUT THE CAGE this page is already heavy with information so this goes to a separate journal entry...
SINOALICE COLLABORATION STORY
"On that day, my life suddenly changed. For starters, I had to wear a collar on my neck. No one laughed with me anymore, whether it was on the streets or at school."
"Laughing with my family and dancing ballet with my friends are now distant memories. I closed my old diary and stifled my voice while crying in bed."
"Now, the only thing I look forward to is seeing Mr. Monster in my dreams. After seeing my nightmares, Mr. Monster would eat them all. I wonder if Mr. Monster and I will become friends someday..."
The roses we planted on the school grounds had bloomed. These white roses were carefully nurtured by everyone at school, who took turns to water them. In my country, roses are sacred as they are a symbol of the citizens' prosperity and beautiful smiles. On the day when the roses bloomed, the school principal gathered everyone and told us, "We must care for and protect our small lives". The roses were as white as snow and gave out a gentle scent when close. On this day last year, when those same roses bloomed, my friend told me that I looked like those flowers. At that time, I didn't think that I looked like those roses, but now I think that's so. ... ... well, the ugly me with ugly hands, feet and face.
"We must care for and protect our small lives". After school, taking the principal's words to heart, I went to the well and drew out water to sprinkle on the roses. Just then, I felt vertigo hitting me and lost consciousness. Come to think about it, my throat was getting dry. Since yesterday, I haven't had a drop of water to drink. I wish I could go back to the days where I had hot soup every day.
Before I knew it, it was pitch black. At the schoolyard, I turned towards the direction of the roses. The roses were fresh and shining, as though someone else had watered them. In that moment, I realized something. Unlike the roses, I wasn't valued by anyone. I don't think I could go back to the old days where I wore spotless clothes and smiled with a pure heart.