and welcome back to Detention

So we ended up outside this time. Well I don't know if we are actually outside,

it kinda looks like we're outside

The last thing we did, I kinda went back into a flashback

with my parents fighting and all this kind of stuff.

So I don't know whats going on. Hello dudes!

I can't fucking do anything with these guys.

Two figures are carved on the door.

These are supposed to be guardians, but they look more like the HeiBai Wuchang.

... Their hands look like they should be holding something, what could they be missing?

okay, so I need some sort of spears or something. Yah these guys, the HeiBai Wuchang

Their black and white permanence.

Okay so let's, okay that doesn't tell me anything,let's mosey

its been a while since I recorded it, sorry,

Like Resident Evil VII came out and took presidency over other things,

'cause I just really wanted to play that.

The door is completely blocked, *reading in normal voice*

Oh I should be doing the voice,

This should be the puppetry club's work shop. *in feminine voice*

Like little doll heads everywhere, what is this?

*in feminine voice* There's a note on the cart

Illustration: lantern specter, oh god there's a new one.

An illustration of the lantern specter.

If you chance upon a lantern spirit, avert your gaze and stand unmoving

when it comes near, still your breath but do not panic and it will keep on moving

okay, so the same as before... but this time we actually have to look away from them

*Reading in feminine voice* A puppet theater on a hand drawn cart

During summer break the boys in class would use this as their "battle tank."

Unfortunately they quickly broke the wheels

Fucking boys!

Boys and their toys messing shit around

eww

Are these real things?

*Reading in feminine voice* The glass beakers here are from our biology lab

They are each holding puppets inside

okay

maybe not real maybe just puppets

This place is fucking freaky

I don't like this

uuh they're all moving

*Feminine voice* A large mass of puppets hanging from the ceiling..

okay, an incinerator

*Feminine voice* A brick furnace...

I remember back then, mom said she burned spirit money to bless our health and good fortune.

I always thought of it as closer to dealing with the devil

Okay I thought this was something different

Right, so I have to find money to burn in this?

Alright-y

Ahh that's weird how they all just move as you walk pass them

it's cool though

Up or down?

Or that way >_>

I probably should ...

That music usually means that bad things are happening

this goes up to the roof, the gate's locked.

*Feminine voice* roots are growing out of the seems

The door is completely blocked

I'm gonna find a spirit here aren't I?

or maybe not ///:

A pungent mossy smell permeates ....

oh! Let's watch a movie! :D

Is it a Charlie Chaplin film?

*Feminine voice* The film in the media room is being projected from here.

Our military education class often played political propaganda.

The instructor always has a million things to say about whatever happens in the film.

Are there any other films I can play?

That's sad.

If all you get to watch are propaganda

*Feminine voice* There are various films on this rack

They seem to be all tangled together

Well untangle them and then we can watch tangled.

Ghostly spirit dudes- is this where the projector's actually .. shining

Yup... that's a lovely picture

That's a lovely movie can we change it-- nah, that's worse

Ne-next slide

What else you got?

This is the same one as before.

Incense sticks

Weird music... *Feminine voice* an unmarked grave, embedded in the middle of the room

Shouldn't be anything buried underneath

There are three unlit incense sticks here

Take incense.

I'm sorry I didn't mean to wreck your grave.

*Feminine voice* the grave of Wei Chung Ting?

NO WEI!

*chuckles* I mean, no, it's Wei, not no way

*Feminine voice* Oh right, Wei he already....

Is the legacy of the deceased always just a mere rock?

Pretty much, oh god, now it changed. And all this changed.

*Feminine voice* When did all this writing appear?

Snitcher, is this about an informer?

The slogan reads: "Patriotism demands of us a sustained sacrifice"

Okay, this the sam- this is different.

*Feminine Voice* The board's all moldy now.

The slogan reads: "Leave your death in the hands of others."

*high pitch voice* I'm not sure I like this.

That's the thing, with-with death, is that a lot of times your legacy is just a rock on the ground

Unless you try and do something....

Unless you try and do something while you're alive that would really make people remember you

Otherwise, it's just kinda like: "yeah. your legacy is kinda just memories and a rock on the ground-

*tall thing enters left part of screen* Ohh, oh, oh god. Other way. Other way.

Don't stay still!

Okay, hold my breath now

ooo, I don't like it

Go away please

I'm gonna run out of breath-y breath

oh-ookay, those guys suck

oh they're freaky, they're so tall.

I didn't like that... *nervous chuckle* oh-kay, moving .. down again I guess

There's a door to the left down here that I didn't check when I was down here last time

The door is locked from the other side. This should lead to the atrium. oookay.

Let's get all the items we can first- oh god, why is it all flooded down here

Is that a person with a bag over their head?

*Feminine voice* A kneeling figure.. with a wooden token on it's back

Can't really tell who it is with a hood on its head

Wooden stocks and shackles.. a bit of dried blood on the edges

Here's another one

*Feminine voice* A kneeling figure.. there's some blood on its hood

Blood on the hood, man.

You kinda look like a save-place but..

*Feminine voice* I'd do as mom does, with incense in hand.

Ignoring the kinds of prayers she'd prefer

I ask the gods only for a way to live as myself

When did we light the incense?

*Feminine voice* What was that sound? Awh shit.

One of them gotten out didn't it?

*Quiet voice* ooo, hi.

*Feminine voice* The prison gate is open. The wood token on the statue's back is loose

Ah, is the thing I put in the dude's hand- cause it looks kinda like a sword

I was gonna say they need swords or spears or something like that

*Feminine voice*This cell's empty. . . smells like rotting plants

What kind of criminals do they lock up here?

Bad ones, Ray, super bad.

Ooh, a little box! Spirit money, okay so lets go back to the ...

to the inferno!

*glitch appears on screen*

Nooooo, don't.

Ah, jesus christ. *get ready for anti in a sec folks*

He's all fucking-- w̸̧̘͉̙̥̺̪̞̥̳̻̭͕̭̿͂é̸͚̭̯̰i̶̠̊͒̄̽̎̎̏̐̄͛̂́̚r̶̢̤̲̳̳̻̦͔̂ḑ̷̢̨̱̻̓̓͌ ̶̞͕̖̺͕̯̀̈́̾̒̀͋̂̂̅̀ä̴̧̪̥́̿͊ṇ̴̤͉̫̜́͌̏̑͐͐͝͝d̷̨͖͍͚͛̐̕͝ ̴̡̢̡̛̺̖̖̙͓̝̃̍̋̒̑̆͐̓́̚͜a̶̧̟͎͓̤̅̊̔l̵̜̹͑̈́̃̈́̂̓̈̍̒́̔̊l̷̛̛̳̺̭̞̩͎̪̬̥̇̿̅͂̽̾͘ ̸̛̗͈̘̲̆̇͊͊̽̾͑̑̔̾͛̽̚o̷̝͔͈̲̬̦̯͉̬̐͌̌̓̚̚v̷̥͒̓̈́̈́̇͒̍ê̷̡̢̖̲͚̼͕̠̺͙̥̈́͗̽̉̇͐͛̅̊̀̐ŗ̸̪̻̪̩̪͊́̔̂͛̇̈̊̈̕̚͝ ̷͇̮̓̍͛̑͝ṯ̶̢̣͇̄́͛́̓h̵̡͖͍͖̪̟̫̦̙̻̖̞͈͎͗̏͛̍͐̒̽̾͂̊̐̃̔͝e̷̢̛͌́͗̒̈́͐̋̀͆̓̽ ̵̧̡̛̙̗͉͎͕͉̲̮̼͔̪̑̒̒͑͊́̀͂̾͜͝p̴̨̛̟̿͊̀͒̓͗̽̅͋̊l̴͎̼̝̫͍͑̏͒̉̕ȁ̵̼̹̬̠͎̮̄͗̏͒̒̎͝c̶͇̒̾͑̈̃̀̈́̓͝͝e̷͈͕̭̩̙̽

I don't like this, thanks!

Stay there. Stay there. Good boy, thank you, stay there.

I'm just gonna leave those guys, um.

Shit, where did I find the furnace, was it in here .. at the end of the hallway?

It wa- yea, it was.

Time to burn me some spirit money.

I mean it's no use to me anyway- anyway what am I gonna buy spirit groceries?

*Feminine voice* O otherworldly spirits, I offer this spirit money to ask for your protection...

Some nice animations on those things, oh, I got a feather duster

*Feminine voice* The furnace's suddenly gone cold, is something in there?

How can this be? It should have been reduced to ashes if it was inside

That's not something I put in the dude's hand as well, is it?

ohh shit.

Who's doing that?

Oh god no- what the fuck?!

What?! (I don't know, man)

o..kay.

That-that's cool I guess, am I dead?

So I don't know what happens when you die in this game, ooo hi.

*Creepy voice* These human-like objects, are filled with evil over time.

Deal with them as with the lingered.

Okay?

Is that all? Thanks, creepy old lady. *nervous giggle*

So, deal with them as you deal with the lingered, so, hold your breath.

Foul thoughts gather and accumulate-- oh no, foul thoughts accumulate ...

They begin to twist into a monstrous storm

I wanted to sound all cool doing that but I fucked it up!

Ahh, I get it.

They-these human fingers as you would with the lingered(?)

But I'm gonna run out of breath