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Disco Elysium

by Arist

Part 64: Addendum VI: Botchcop Does A Night Autopsy, Desecrates A Corpse (Again), And Dabbles In Fascism

Addendum VI: Botchcop Does A Night Autopsy, Desecrates A Corpse (Again), And Dabbles In Fascism

Hmm, that update title certainly bodes well!



Botchcop is going to start off by contacting Measurehead to get the body taken down.








I assume due to the lateness the dialogue referencing Cuno laughing at the body getting taken down has shifted to this. He’s still hanging out there, of course. As we will see today, he never leaves that spot.





Afterwards, Kim talks to us about calling it a day.



Then, we head to Garte.











Get the spinners from Kim’s motor carriage…











SHIVERS: The Valley of Dogs—and before it, a familiar dome, like a ladybug without the colours. The building has a designated parking place for *your* carriage.




...but before we head to the pawnshop, we inspect our ledger under the headlights.




KIM KITSURAGI: “Oh yes. Coal City, Le Royaume, the Burnt Out Quarter…”
















We put a point into Suggestion.



Then we head to the pawnshop and examine this cool lame street light.




Apocalypse Cop. Copocalypse.






Oh boy. It’s never a good thing when Endurance pipes up.






Ah, christ





ENDURANCE: Wö-Men. Men of Wö. You don’t like them. They’re insane. Their idiocy needs to be scrubbed off this world with rubbing alcohol. Wömen need to go back to the fucking kitchen.

I don’t like where this is going!







Botchcop, you coward!





So now Botchcop is a fascist. Great.






We pass the check.


















We immediately go pay our hostel bill.






SUGGESTION: Wow. Okay. *Fuck off*? Maybe we were wrong about you then…




Now it’s time for our late-night chat with Kim.



KIM KITSURAGI: “I apologize, but I only brought one with me. I have exactly one cigarette every night while going over my notes.”





KIM KITSURAGI: “Being sober tends to help with precision. But, moving on to the interviews…"














KIM KITSURAGI: “Then you will *adore* Martinaise. For many of these people—the Union especially—vigilantes is exactly what we are. Personally, I don’t enjoy it much." He looks at the roundabout.







We put a point into Inland Empire.




However, we’re not done for tonight yet. See, Botchcop wants those fuckin boots, and as it turns out, we can’t get them without having done the autopsy first. Midnight autopsy time! It’s like a sleepover!






















As I mentioned earlier, Cuno and Cunoesse are still here for some reason.





















We don’t have the Interfacing required to get the instructions, but we’ll still easily pass this check.




KIM KITSURAGI: The lieutenant kneels closer, running his finger along the dark red groove—until there’s a gap. “The rope rises to a point, leaving a *gap* in the ligature mark. The suspension poin is in the back of the neck.”
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT: [Medium: Success] As it ought to. This is where its grip on the curdled meat is gentlest, pulling up…




THE HANGED MAN: The dead man’s penis is average-sized, congested from the downward collection of blood. The testicles are uneven in length, hanging underneath. The genitalia is greenish, marbling is present around the crotch.



THE HANGED MAN: Doesn’t feel like anything. Just cold flesh under your finger, unremarkable and un-alive.
CUNO: “My pig’s so *FUCKIN’ ILL* right now…”
CUNOESSE: “Ya pig’s pretty sick, I gotta say…”



KIM KITSURAGI: Kim looks relieved: “Back is symmetrical and intact. Upper and lower extremities are intact—but asymmetrical. There are old combat injuries on the right hand, thigh, and hip.”









THE HANGED MAN: You manage to suppress the contractions trying to empty your stomach—all it takes is concentration. Through it, you see nothing but darkness. More meat and darkness…
INLAND EMPIRE: [Easy: Success] Mute silence as always.









KIM KITSURAGI: “Okay. So there’s a spin-stabilized munition—from a Kiejl A9/90 muzzleloader—lodged in his lung.”









KIM KITSURAGI: “Well. We established probably cause of death—some would say that’s the *goal* of an autopsy.”



After the autopsy, we question the corpse again and get a few new lines.















KIM KITSURAGI: “There is no need. We have been thorough with the genitals…” The lieutenant looks worried.







We put a point into Perception.





Kim finally heads off to bed. Let’s go get those boots!



THE HANGED MAN: The body is reluctant to let go of the boots—as though they were its last bit of dignity.
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT: [Medium: Success] You’re going to need to summon all your strength for this undertaking.
CUNO: “Whoah. Cuno’s little *sneak-pig’s* back for the booty…”



Why are you children still awake?




THE HANGED MAN: It’s heavier than you’d think. You’re forced to drop it back down immediately. The corpse lands on the ground with a nauseating thud, looking even sadder than before.





CUNOESSE: “Look—he’s skinning the fucker up good. *Puukko* style.”



THE HANGED MAN: The legs look like they’ve been clawed at by wild animals. As for the boots—you can’t possibly do anything with them until you have cleaned and *disinfected* them thoroughly.
PERCEPTION (SMELL): [Trivial: Success] Yes. These absolutely need to be washed before. The stink is incredible.





Let’s not tell him exactly why we need to go into the kitchen.









Well, we got those boots! Kim’s gonna be so mad! But that's something to worry about tomorrow. For now, we sleep.