Spoiler warning: The following may reveal important plot details. Read at your own risk!
Theater Man's performances are on the 5th, 15th, and 25th of Winter. They start at 19:00, just walk into the showroom at the Lodge. After the cutscene you will be in the showroom still, time will have passed to 22:30.
First Show[]
Show 1 Dialogue
Do not be afraid. I am here to guide you.
One soft touch of the hands...
One soft kiss on the lips...
Et voila! The root of all evil is finally uncovered!
Who would dare defy such a revelation?
Silence. It is here.
Can you hear the radio chatter?
What news do you bring us, holy messenger?
I shall relay to you what has just been imparted to me.
When you are a lost soul, the person closest to you
may or may not be the greatest victim.
Beneath the soil, maggots feast with a most spectacular appetite, yet some wounds may heal.
Forces in the dark cause vile expectorations. But can they be stopped?
Promises are broken, but emptied bottles fear not breaking.
Lovers meet in secret, and the distance is great. Can love trump age and marriage?
That is all the wise messenger relayed.
Alas, there was only silence. It was, after wall, only radio chatter.
The idle musings of spirits long forgotten.
A long time ago, an old man opened his eyes, and saw that there will be more pain.
Oh, yes. Make no mistake. There will be more pain.
A long time ago, an old man opened his eyes, and saw that the pain was gone.
And we will all fade in peace.
Second Show[]
In his second show, the theater man gives more cryptic hints. This time, he hints at the area under the player's workshop and the Automaton Helper.
2nd Show Dialogue
Sometimes, I feel so light. Everything looks so small and insignificant.
...But how can I touch the stars, if my feet are set firmly on the ground?
Ah. Much better. For is it not the destiny of man, to grow wings and fly!
From here, I can see the very innards of the earth. And how uncomely they are.
Deep down, clockwork machines tick with frightening precision. Surely the works of a madman!
/But isn't equally mad, one who tears down their very own floor to find secrets?/ /But another madman tore through the veil. Will they claim their prize?/ /But another madman tore through the veil, and returned with their prize./
Alas, I must return on the ground. The stars won't let me in yet.
Third Show[]
Like his other shows, the theater man offers cryptic hints on events happening in the town. His line "Deep underground, a mother weeps, her tears bane even to the most resilient of sentinels" refers to the painting of Francesca in the villa. Her acidic tears drip down underground and must be used to defeat the Slime Lord.
3rd Show Dialogue
Unholy spirits hunt us. They wish to usurp our souls.
But we can escape them by running in both directions!
Where did they go? I am sure they went this way!
No! I most definitely saw them going that way!
Impossible. What a conundrum.
Deep underground, a mother weeps, her tears bane even to the most resilient of sentinels.
Such pain splits the very earth in half, not unlike we split ourselves to evade the demons.
In the end, our very souls may be weighted against such a teardrop. But those are very vague rumours, and such theories are not known to hold up to close scrutiny.
What is this?...Such a young flame, atop a thin candle...but even the smallest of flames can cast large shadows. Young one, what is your destiny here? We are born to seek perfection.... From the most mundane chores, to the greatest spiritual ventures...but what means do we use to achieve it? Young one, seek deeper knowledge. This town holds dark secrets.
AThMan0
Some people say we are born clean of sin. Other say we are marked with it from our first breath. The former reek of hope. The latter reek of fear. Both are liars.
AThMan1
Young one, what do you hope to achieve in life? What inner force drives you? Do you seek to banish the dark? Or embrace it?
AThMan2
There is no place that men live, that is relieved from evil. Evil is our second shadow. Yet, even the darkest nights are driven off by sunrise. The best we can do, is to have enough courage to step into the light when it arrives.
AThMan3
There is no choice that bears no consequence. It's the seeds of yesterday that bring the plants of tomorrow. But what happens when we are shaped by the choices of others?
AThMan4
Wisdom does not come with age, young one. It comes from facing challenges, for which we are constantly unprepared. Do not fear failure. It is unwarranted success that you should be afraid of.
AThMan5
Young one, even the stillest of waters can hide horrors underneath. Do not be afraid to disturb calmness. Even the slightest perturbation may bring uprecedented</sic> change.
AThMan6
This town is no different than any other. There is no shortage of lies and misdeeds. And, in the wake of man's shadow, dark forces are said to be drawn.
Gifts[]
Loved
All those years, to receive such a thing from you here and now...you have my deepest gratitude.
Liked
Your manners have finely developed, young one. You have my thanks.
Neutral
Gifts are the concealers of intentions. Thank you, nonetheless.
Hated
Young moth, are you trying to irritate me? You are succeeding.
Plot[]
MyrPhtSh
Young one, what are you trying to achieve? Think of the consequences carefully...unless it's Death that you wish to summon.
StoneShown
So you came across it. What are you going to do now? A very dangerous path lies ahead. The walls in the dark cave may hold answers...but do you want them?
LakeNotResolved
Young one, you have touched but the tip of the iceberg. It will take more of you to draw a real conclusion about your nature.
LakeResolvedGood
Young one, you have made your choice. How peculiar, to have broken a cycle that has endured for so many generations. To relieve all of us from such a prison... Who are you, young one? What will has brought you in this place, and by whose agency do you act?
LakeResolvedEvil
Young one, you have made your choice. What did you see upon looking inside the still waters? Did you see anything more than you own reflection? Will anybody ever see anything more? Evil is not invading. It is invited. And your deeds have not gone unnoticed by it.
Relationship[]
Friend1
A long time ago, an ancient civilization thrived in this very place. They worshipped creatures from aeons past, beings impossible to comprehend. They made sacrifices to them. Eventually, this civilization vanished. Maybe they all went insane. One can only wonder what has been left of them. Then the colonists came. And they built their settlement right on top of those extinct. Their first governor was a man hailing from a distant land. His name was Anselmo. Anselmo Faradouchi. But that was such a long time ago...
Friend2
The Faradouchis discovered something in this land. A gateway to a world beyond this one. They touched the minds of those who dwelt in it. And this was the beginning of their end. For the human mind is weak, and obsession over transcendence is a road crossed by insanity. What promises were given? Of what truths to be unveiled? Soon, misery and madness reigned over the Faradouchi family, and those with a whole thought still left in their minds fled the town, never to return again. But wounds such as these are most effectively healed by vanity... ...and the family soon forgot what drove them away, instead prefering to uphold the lost promises of power. And, not long ago, one of them returned to this very place, bound by his ancestors to unearth greatness.
Friend3
Young one, you have achieved so many things. Born in obscurity, now you bask in such unseen greatness. Accept this gift. Use it wisely. Young one, there is much strength inside you. I can feel it, feel its focus...When the time comes, you will unleash it, and change our destinies forever. But what will you become then? The flame, or the shadow?