![]() The time has come for you and your friends to get rekt while fighting against each other, other teams, or the Evil Computer in Cooperative or Solo modes.Come join the CLUSTERFUN! Make quick tactical decisions, create custom characters with interesting combinations of skills and gear, and dominate the battlefield! Play online or solo.TACTICAL ACTION COMBATSneak, aim for bodyparts, use varied weapons and ammo, trick and flank your enemies, set or disarm traps, drive and repair vehicles, and try not to blow up all of your teammates! Seriously, don´t take that bazooka into close quarters combat.A VARIETY OF GAMEMODESA typical game session is anywhere between 10 minutes and 1.5 hours, strongly depending on which gamemode and map you play. Anyone still alive must fight other survivors. Better haste away, poor fellow! With the devil’s sins upon you, soon you’ll faint upon the hillside -hard enough to bear one’s own sins.WELCOME TO DUSTWIND, A POST-APOCALYPTIC REAL-TIME TACTICS GAME!The world has come to an end. Peer, where’s the castle? The Fiend has misled you with the switch from the cupboard! Fie, what a post-boy! Hu, you’ve upset me! Snow’s newly fallen here -sadly it’s smirched me.-You’ve driven me the wrong way. Rascal-tricks! How dare you debit what is negative against me?ĪSE’S VOICE (far away). On the Day of Judgment we’ll come a-flock, and tell the story,-then woe to you! We are deeds thou shouldst have achieved us! Doubt, the throttler, has crippled and riven us. Thanks -I wept in Ronde-cloisters,-none the less they tied the tail on!īROKEN STRAWS. Now the barb rankles in the shaggy bosom -the wound is closed over our power is ended. Ice-spears, sharp-wounding, we could have melted. Poison thee, thou foolish stave! Had I time for verse and stuff?ĭEWDROPS (dripping from the branches). Down in thy heart’s pit we have lain and waited -we were never called forth. We are songs thou shouldst have sung us!-a thousand times over hast thou cowed us and smothered us. Not in vain your birth, however -lie but still and serve as manure.Ī SIGHING IN THE AIR. The worm has gnawed us in every crevice we have never twined us like wreaths round fruitage. We are a watchword thou shouldst have proclaimed us! See how thy dozing has woefully riddled us. WITHERED LEAVES (flying before the wind). Thread-clue! You accursed scamp! Would you trip your father’s heels? We should have soared up like clangorous voices,-and here we must trundle as grey-yarn thread-balls. ![]() I have given life to one -’twas a bungled, crook-legged thing! We are thoughts thou shouldst have thought us -feet to run on thou shouldst have given us! Earnest shunned, repentance dreaded, flaunt at the apex like a scutcheon, fill the trump of judgment with their: Petrus Gyntus Caesar fecit! (Listens.) What is this, like children’s weeping? Weeping, but half-way to song.-Thread-balls at my feet are rolling!- (Kicking at them.) Off with you! You block my path! Figments, dreams, and still-born knowledge lay the pyramid’s foundation o’er them shall the work mount upwards, with its step on step of falsehood. Ashes, fog-scuds, dust wind-driven,-here’s enough for building with! Stench and rottenness within it all a whited sepulchre. (Peer Gynt comes running over the heath.) White mists here and there clinging to the earth.) A forest fire has been raging charred tree-trunks are seen stretching for miles. Logos Virtual Library: Ibsen: Peer Gynt, V, 6 Henrik Ibsen
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