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my Roger cameo, feel like i just got hit with a hammer, thanks Roger!

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DAY 13. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAA

ITS TIIIIIIME FOR THE COMIC. ROGER ROUTE BUT IF GINGI WASN'T THERE

tw: alchoholism

idk how to do trigger warnings sorry

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(higher quality version under the cut since the text in this is barely readable LMAO)

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every jack kennedy fan needs to play ghost trick i think.......there's a Guy in there. i can't tell you why but if you like jack (or blackjack even) you need to play ghost trick

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Some favourite movies of the DT Cast

Randy: It's a Wonderful Life

Oliver: Rocky Horror Picture Show, The Room

Karen: Bladerunner, Secretariat

Bigfoot: (David Attenborough primate footage)

Norm: True Grit (Coen Brothers) or The Good, The Bad and The Ugly. Before he jumped, probably The Searchers

Mayor Mingus: Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, Wizard of Oz

God: Scrooged, Groundhog Day, Last Temptation of Christ

Bunny: The Menu

Stabby/Shooty: Goodfellas, Godfather 3 (for some reason), A Better Tomorrow

Gingi: Probably Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, if it watched movies. (Fusco would also really like this one.)

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ALSO. tango / mingus question ! i think youve mentioned in the past tango knows about mingus' past or something , HOW did tango exactly find out about all that stuff?

Mingus has never opened up to Tango, but as her secretary, he handles people who try to come and see her. Her dad contacted her several times and Tango connected some dots. Tango, living in Dialtown, also had heard a few things about Mingus' father, so he had a verrrry rough idea of what her upbringing might've been like from their relationship. Combine that with unassuming candid statements from Mingus and the rest of the Mingling from time to time, and this is more or less how Tango knows.

Something that isn't very obvious about Tango is that he's actually great at reading people due to how emotionally intuitive he is. He often doesn't indicate this in any way due to not wanting people to become guarded after realizing how well they're being read. Tango realized VERY quickly that Mingus was someone who'd been through something clearly quite awful and from these other breadcrumbs, pieced enough together to have a relative idea of what might've happened to her.

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CITIZEN !!!!!!!!! it is i , the (!!!!!!!! REAL-LIFE !!!!!!) MAYOR MINGUS from dialtow . i need You , to enter yuor credit card. Number! for the Purposes. thank you,

mayor mingle

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HI AGAIN . you answered my ask recently about how the dialtown guys would type with that old dt groupchat post . but like Specifically how would Roger and Peter type if you don't mind answering? I'm Really curious about Roger specifically. Sorry .

Peter would type generally like his in-game dialogue is formatted, but would use triple exclamation marks when pissed or flabbergasted.

As for Roger... We have direct evidence from our universe, since the guy owns an email address.

Hope this helps!

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Mayor Mingus Birthday.

I have prepared an image that perfectly encapsualtes the nuances of Mingus' character, one that fits someone of her stature. Thank you. Thanks for dreaming with me. Thanks.

(Also, for those who haven't seen it, I wrote a short Mingus story featuring her YEARS before DT takes place. Seems fitting to plug it today, since it's her birthday and all. Y'know, even though she'd likely hate it... Thank you!)

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one of the dialogue options from this post REALLY tickled my brain and i had to get what i was imagining to be the continuation out there. so i spent the last several hours in renpy doing this (please pretend that randy is using chapter 3-accurate sprites thank you)

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Dialtown short story - I am Mingus, Mayor of Dialtown (Chapter 1)

(This is the standalone chapter of a multipart story concept featuring Mayor Mingus' rise that I wrote as a warmup! This, ofc, takes place long before she gained a cat's face + her new name! If people like this, I can write more!)

Leaders are not born, they are made. Empires do not rise from sand, but when the time comes, they invariably tumble back into their dust. The day of self-made men, of heroic visionaries, has elapsed and we are what has grown in their ashes. Today is comprised solely of what's left.

In bygone days, LONG before Dialtown's streets were bestowed with a ceaseless inferno… Long before the arrival of a green messiah… The town was dragged back into the present by a lone visionary. An ancient tenet undusted. Once a promise, now an ultimatum. Tomorrow begins today.

A solitary beam of light illuminated the musty nursing home activity room. Slumped in his armchair, a metallic titan gazed longingly at the dancing particles of dust moving through the light coming from the window. The only source of motion in this still place. A creak seeped from the weathered door on the other side of the room and from the dingy expanse on the other side came a young woman dressed in purple.

She lingered in the doorway for a moment, before hesitantly stepping over to the seated man. The soft thud of her cane hitting the carpet punctuated every second footstep. Upon arriving in front of him, she leaned over him, laying a gloved hand over the limp metallic gauntlet sitting on his lap.

"Paw paw…" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, "It's Michelle. I'm back." Michelle's grandfather didn't stir, his gaze still fixated on the ray of light coming in from outside. "I told you I'd come back." she added, squeezing the gauntlet as if she expected him to somehow feel it, "Don't you remember? I promised." "I've got a PLAN." she declared, raising her right index finger decisively, "A PLAN to get you out of-" Michelle trailed off, glancing over to the window, whose light gleamed against the golden trim on her typewriter head. She squeezed his other hand tightly, hoping to break his gaze.

"Hey, hey…" she muttered impatiently, "Never mind that!" Michelle hastily neatened her paw paw's suspenders and wiped some dust from his right arm. A soft but steady click sounded from the visionary's patchwork head, which finally turned to stare at Michelle. "…I've got something to show you!" she whispered in a hushed but fervent tone, eager to hold her paw paw's attention for even a moment more than usual.

"I found this in Maw Maw's belongings…" she added in the hopes that mentioning his wife would aid in retaining his fleeting attention. A gloved hand slowly left her right pocket. In it, a worn postcard featuring him, standing in front of a bustling city street amidst a crowd of avid supporters. A whole host of dreamers. She held out the postcard with both of her hands, her shaky grasp placing it just below his face.

"See?" she pleaded softly, "Don't you remember this?" His stare didn't adjust, leading Michelle to conclude that he wasn't really seeing it. She withdrew her left hand and placed it on his right arm. "This is YOUR town." she insisted, squeezing his arm as she spoke, "These are YOUR people!" Slowly but surely, his neck tilted downwards, so his dial could peer at the postcard. The titan's head twitched slightly, the rusted dial spinning laboriously as his gaze scanned the whole postcard, finally resting on the tabby sitting at the front of the crowd. Michelle slowly lowered the postcard, putting it back in her pocket, before then placing her right hand onto his left arm and leaning in close.

"I've got a PLAN this time, Paw Paw…" she whispered, caressing the side of his arm softly. The metallic man didn't stir. "There's an election coming up soon…" she added excitedly, hoping to regain his attention, "Soon… I'LL be Mayor." Crown's gaze drifted back towards the window, prompting Michelle to shake his arms slightly. "Just like YOU were." she uttered, before using her right hand to turn her paw paw's head back towards her, "We're going to RECLAIM what was once ours." Michelle's right hand drifted back to her paw paw's left arm while her left index finger trailed the side of his head, circling a large circular button. "And then…" she stuttered, "And THEN, I can get you the help you need." She paused, glancing temporarily to the window.

"Whatever it'll take for you to remember." She turned back to her grandfather, her hands now interlocked, as if pleading with a higher power. "YOU'LL put this town right." she declared, "YOU'LL breathe some life back into this tired old world." Her paws rejoined with his arms, gripping his elbows tightly. "We'll be a family again." she whispered, her voice now shaking along with her hands, "You'll see." A momentary silence permeated the room, broken only by the dim but reliable ticking coming from within her grandfather's head. "Hey…" she murmured softly, "I know you can hear me… I KNOW you're still in there." She gradually leaned forwards, bridging the distance between them, peering into the rusted dial on the metallic man's face, like a tiger peering out from a cage. "You can see me…" she pleaded, "…Can't you?"

Crown gradually rose in his seat, his elbows digging hard into the armrests of his chair. Michelle backed off slowly, her body slightly trembling as she saw his head shift, as if looking right through her. This was it, she thought. He can finally SEE me. But, before she could say anything, his head drifted to her right. Towards a busted radio sitting on a small table to his left. Crown slowly lifted his left hand and began clumsily fiddling with one of its knobs. "Is…" he murmured, clearly just thinking aloud, "Is the war over yet… I can never get a good signal on this thing-" Of course. He'll look at ANYTHING but me, she thought. Michelle darted over to remove his hand from the radio.

"Hey, HEY!" she spat, as she pried his hand from the knob, as if commanding a small child, "Never MIND that! You-" Just as his grasp slipped from the dial, Crown jolted to his feet with inexplicable speed. The sheer and sudden shifting of weight in the room from his mechanical body produced an effect not unlike standing on a platform as a train comes speeding by. The titan's gauntlet closed around his her arm as his other arm convulsed wildly, desperate to reconnect with the radio.

"He's FIGHTING for his LIFE out there, h-" Crown exclaimed, prompting a couple of burly phone-headed men to rush into the room. As the uniformed men struggled to force him back into his seat, Crown's ironclad hold on Michelle's arm suddenly released. For a moment, she was completely paralyzed, unable to feel anything but a searing heat coming from her trembling arm. Before she could speak, the worker who'd greeted Michelle at the door rushed through the door. She stood, arms-crossed, glaring.

"He's agitated." the receptionist muttered, "Visitation's over. He needs his rest." In her posture, Michelle saw judgement. "He's m-" Michelle murmured, barely able to vocalize. The receptionist interrupted her trembling voice. "You can come back." she dictated, pausing for several seconds before continuing, "Later."

Michelle, still shaking, had much she wanted to say. But, no words came from her head. Just silence. The room was deathly still again.

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MUPPETTOWN

IDEA OF @teruthecreator. DESIGN INPUT INCLUDING @tigsbitties @computercreature @littlesliceofimmortality

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with géibheann in the base game and an spáilpín fanach in roger's route i think every dlc should have another leaving cert irish poem reference..........we can use this to predict the plot. olandy's getting a divorce route and it will be referencing coiscaradh. jerry dlc will reference an tearrach thiarr and there is an ending where you can put jerry on a boat and send him to a remote island for the rest of his days (or it refers to his shepherding. it's up to interpretation) this is my real confirmed theory. dog told me himself

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Hi dogman!

Would it be possible to get more information on the Dialtown Mob? Please and thank you :)

Most of the relative facts about the Mob in present day are mentioned in-game. They're shown to be a weak + incompetent underclass that operate as bottom-feeders who only get to exist because they're in the Mayor's pocket. Barely any members, no influence outside of their connection with the Mayor and live in constant fear of her. Of course, it wasn't always this way.

The history of the Dialtown Mob is quite a long + interesting one. It's probably best to think of it less as a singular organization that has always existed within DT and more a rotating group of people with overlapping interests, with a rough and ever-changing internal hierarchy. Its purpose changes as often as its members. This'll be quite a history lesson.

DT Pre-Crown basically only suffered from petty crime for the most part. Being a rural town with not much to offer, the most DT faced in terms of genuine activity were occasional members of the Chicago outfit stopping through on their way to Michigan from Ashland, who generally just passed through, staying for a night at most.

During Crown's tenure as Mayor, the mob as it exists now didn't exactly exist. But, Crown had a lot of passionate supporters in the town, and not all of them were strictly law abiding citizens. While Crown's own directives as Mayor generally involved him re-writing laws or bending the wording of laws to fit his will, rather than breaking them, a pseudo-legal presence did exist within DT at this time.

This loosely affiliated organization of people were not targeted by Dialtown's police force, but rather, worked alongside them. Crown's all-inclusive vision of Dialtown had many moving parts, you see. Due to Dialtown's relative wealth and prosperity during this time, Callum understood that the only way to keep Dialtown from being ran over by gangs in other Midwestern cities was to have reliable people with contacts (who could identify crooks from other cities + recognize trouble a mile away.) Crown had an understanding with these people, that non-violent and petty crimes, forgery, fencing and the like were okay... So long as the line was towed and they maintained standards for themselves AND anyone who wished to make trouble in town.

This was a marriage of convenience, an extra-legal wing of Dialtown's residents who ensured that nothing worse could form in town and provided usual intelligence to Crown's police force.

In truth, many members of this network had jobs working for Crown's subordinates and the crime rate in town was always relatively low for a city of its size and wealth. Due to their connections with Cal's industries, they knew who every important visitor in town was and they knew who to leave alone. Anyone who got too greedy or caused seriously trouble for the town (within and outside this network) were dealt with. Brutally. They had a good thing going and knew how to protect it.

After Crown became a senator, he appointed a replacement Mayor, who kept the deal going. When Crown needed muscle at rallies, he made a phone call and soon, men dressed in suits with tire irons were watching the back of the crowd. As Crown's company moved around the country and installed itself in more big cities, more and more of his supporters became affiliated with this network nation-wide, rapidly growing in numbers.

Quickly, a more radical element formed within this network. A political element, prepared to intimidate and threaten politicians who opposed Crown's revolution. This wasn't just a case of looking after their own interests. They were fiercely loyal to Crown and believed in his movement as much as he did. During Crown's run for president, the Kennedy campaign became quite concerned about this development, realizing they now had no viable way to get rid of Crown, as he was the only thing barely reining in his fanatical supporters, and if he were to suddenly disappear, no one would be protecting their own associates' businesses (or themselves) from their rage, guaranteeing Nixon a win and badly crippling their support come the next election.

When Callum became president, his scope widened and his focus on his home state waned. This caused his followers to realign themselves further and new hierarchies formed within the network that Crown wasn't aware of. With general autonomy (but occasional direction from Crown), Dialtown continued to flourish. Of course, then Crown's memory went.

What followed in Dialtown was political chaos. So much of Crown's movement had become synonymous with himself and no one on the ground in DT knew what should happen next. Many of Crown's associates tried to get Marla to run the town and try to revive his movement, which she staunchly refused to do, instead returning to private life to raise her son in solitude.

Infighting became the norm and many of leaders of Dialtown's industries, all still officially ran by the city, vied for power to gain control of the town. Violence was common during this interregnum. Ironically, the network dividing themselves along political/systematic lines wound up not only weakening each composite industry's grip on the town, but also reduced the sum power of the network's members. Many leading officials were charged with RICO predicates, constantly leaving the town in political turmoil as each last remaining leader of the Town was swept away + many subordinates arrested.

Eventually, nothing was left but petty crime, ran by the few within this network who weren't affiliated with the town's unions/industries and thus, didn't have enough influence to draw Federal attention. Most of Dialtown's industries were privatized and ran by companies led by citizens who kept their distance from criminal elements as a means of self preservation. Even the unions wound up getting cleaned out and lost much of their political power.

THIS is when this network began truly resembling DT's mob. A conglomerate of criminals who hadn't picked a side, led by middlemen who were deposed when DT's core industries were picked apart. Many shod their previous identities as they no longer amounted to anything. The only remnant of their former connections now being that they headquartered in the Lock and Whiskey, a bar frequented by members of Dialtown's largest service trade-union (though the two entities kept their distance from each other outside of their lower-tier members intermingling.) As time went on, the Lock and Whiskey became the sole thing keeping the Mob afloat.

Dialtown became a place for punks from other Midwestern cities to occasionally filter into. With a lack of good work going around town, a relatively small number of these guys became affiliated with DT's mob, which couldn't afford to turn recruits away, due to how many of their own kept getting shot or arrested. Soon, the new outnumbered the old. This is where you get guys like Stabby/Shooty, who have little clue just how powerful their predecessors truly were.

Mingus predecessor, Chett Alderman, kept the town relatively safe by increasing police funding, but this came with a greater tax burden on DT's struggling middle class. Amidst Dialtown's stagnant economy and relative poverty, the Mob maintained a consistent power structure but struggled to financially support themselves outside of maintaining their working class bar. This made them easy prey for Mayor Mingus, who gutted their power structure and attempted to use what was left for her own benefit, providing lackluster muscle on occasion and kicking up a meager amount of cash just to avoid being wiped out by her entirely.

Hope this helps!

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We all get turned into marketable plushies sooner or later. Sorry, Randy.

(feat. Roger)

(Just two days remain before Randy's gone for a LONG, long time! If you'd like to get Randy but haven't done so yet, now's the time!)

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Update's out!

New Roger's route update is out featuring the added Rebecca encounter, people seem to be enjoying this one so far and 42 new Roger voices lines in the evil ending!

With that, I'm now confident that Roger's route is complete. Now, onto the next dragon to slay (which rhymes with Oschmandy!) :)