Item
| Image |  |
| Description | This sheet of paper has strange, crisscrossing lines all over it, vaguely suggesting a scene. It's apparently about you, but it's hard to say how. |
| Type | Usable |
| Use | see below |
| Effect | If you are Etheric: You've gained 20 energy of Artist's Perspective. Lose 1 energy of Etheric. |
Sources
Asking the art student about his eclipse, then his art in the happy hour (1/day)
Must have finished the A student quest.
Uses
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This item is not a component for any kind of crafting. |
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paper mache |
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.06 Curiosities |
Notes
When used without Etheric:
You stare at it for several minutes, but it doesn't seem to make any sense. (No effect, not consumed)
When used with Etheric (must be full-strength Etheric, Slags Poisoning does not count):
You stare at the image for several minutes. Starting from the corners of your perception, the lines begin to move and shift.
And then one of the following:
Eventually they resolve into a scene of you challenging a serpent, rising from dark waters. A mountain crumbles in the background, continually drawing your eye.
Eventually they resolve into a scene of you, lying in your bed in Southside, exactly like you normally sleep. Your alarm clock sits dormant with your comm next to it, the 'new message' light illuminated with loving detail.
Eventually they resolve into a scene of you, broken and bleeding, lying on some pavement. It looks rather familiar, but you're not sure why anyone would give it to you.
Eventually they resolve into a scene of you standing among a pack of loping, sketchy creatures. You hold a book aloft and lines extend from it to the thing surrounding you like leashes.
Eventually they resolve into a scene of you running from a widening pit in the ground. Twisted almost-human creatures fall into the pit behind you, unable to keep up.
Eventually they resolve into a scene of you burning a pile of canvases and the artist on top of them. The sketch pulls at you, somehow, and you can almost smell the smoke.
Eventually they resolve into a scene a young girl with long dark hair, walking unsteadily across a room and laughing. You stand in the background watching with the hint of a smile on your face.
Eventually they resolve into a scene of you dressed in pirate regalia, single-handedly holding off five sailors. It's a pretty lighthearted piece, actually, and would be rather cheerful if you didn't recognize the sailors.
Eventually they resolve into a scene of… you… or a version of you, at least. You're hunched over and chained, harvesting blocks of spongy material from a gigantic mushroom. It would just be humorous if it weren't for the dreamy, stupid smile on your face.
Eventually they resolve into a scene of a young, cleanshaven man pouring over mechanical diagrams. His head jerks to the side and a creature, like a hound with black pits for eyes and bone spikes ripped from its skin, burrows its way out of his forehead and into the drawing.
He places one hand on his head and goes back to drawing.
Eventually they resolve into a scene of you wrapping up a package in paper, scribbling something on it, and leaving the package near a cliff.
Eventually they resolve into a scene of a spider hunched among crates, feeding on a webful of human heads, one of which is yours.
Eventually they resolve into a scene of a man prone in a pool of black oil, struggling to try and stand up. The oil pulls him in. He screams, but it is soon muffled by the oil into his mouth and forcing its way up his nose.
Eventually they resolve into a scene of… you, shaking your fist at the night sky and shouting. It reminds you uncomfortably of the bums in Southside.
Eventually they resolve into a scene of you… or a strange representation of you. Your hair's gone and your eyes are wide, staring right back out of the page. A careful crosshatch of scales completes the sketch.
Eventually they resolve into a scene of three young girls, perhaps eight years old. As you concentrate, the details get clearer and clearer.
If the girls aren't identical, it's just a drawing of the same person three times. They're all dressed as hospital patients, but stare at you with caring eyes that seem out of place on such young faces.
One of them moves her hand and you feel a sudden pain, like you were just shot in the forehead. Once you blink the stars out of your eyes, you glance down at the sketch to find a pile of smoldering ash.
Eventually they resolve into a scene of a massive spider looming over you. In the sketch it seems to be whispering something, but no matter how hard you strain your ears the paper makes no sound.
And then:
Whatever that was about, it sent a chill down your spine. You feel watched.
Remaining Mysteries
Confirmed via podcast #2 and #31 and #40, as of March 2015, there are 17 different messages, so it is believed all of them have been found (more may get added at a later date).