Lady, I have been here far longer than anyone should ever have to.
Also, you must be pretty stupid if you don't remember me running around here before. I look completely different from any of you by virtue of coming from an actual character designer.
Why are you telling me about it? I apparently just got here.
Talk to your parents about it.
I find the presence of this guy highly amusing. It's like they knew the tower was an ugly piece of sin, so they put this guy here telling you "No! It's actually beautiful, look at its simple elegance! It's totally good and innovative design!"
Boy, it's a goddamn white T with doors stapled to the top. No amount of fake praise is gonna fix that trainwreck of an eyesore.
Also, not sure what that last remark was about.
I found a crack in the wall.
This should probably be fixed, but you know how officials are. They won't act until the problem gets too big to ignore.
Let's make this problem bigger then, shall we?
KERBLOOEY!
"Mario, this is very inappropriate, I am in great peril!"
Man, I can't believe this. Look at how terrible this hole looks. They didn't even bother to add a drop shadow or anything, just added a shitty bold line and called it a day.
It's like they poured their art budget into the very few legitimately visually appealing areas and then just went full-on lazy with absolutely everything else.
You could make this hole look more distinct and interesting with the most basic of tricks. Remember when you chewed my ear off about "simple beauty"? A drop shadow is a very simple tool, takes less than two minutes to draw, and with that easy addition blows your sad attempt at whatever that shit hole was supposed to be right out of the dimensional void.
Anyway, through the badly designed hole we go and... apparently there's people back here.
I don't know what these people did to be locked away behind a wall. Maybe they're even more annoying than the other guys? Oh horror, please no!
"Oh kid, I died a looong time ago. I just keep forgetting about it, so I get up every morning anyway."
Bullshit.
This girl is a smart cookie though.
Maybe they were locked up because they're the only sane ones.
...why is there silvery-white whatever leaking from the wall? That seems slightly alarming.
Oh, it's just a space rift. That's good, I thought it might be something out of the ordinary.
"I would recognize that combination of fennel and embalming fluid anywhere."
Somebody give this man a medal immediately!
Oh hello. You almost look like an actual person, if it wasn't for that gaping hole where your neck should be.
Nevermind, apparently you're the guy who sells these soul-stealing demon cards. No wonder they cut off access to this whole district; Your satanic experiments are to blame.
...It is a blight upon this mortal plane! Cease business immediately!
Confound these square-heads, they drive me to drink!
Is this milk the alcoholic kind I've been hearing about? Does it give me unlimited FP?
Oh wait, they took FP out of this game! Goddamnit!
You named your place after hell?
Well, I guess it's fitting enough for a place like Flipside. There's something poetic about suffering through Merlee's Mansion and finding salvation in hell.
I know what you mean, man. People have been telling me about their underwear, secret boners, and bedroom stories from the moment I got here. It's enough to drive twelve men to the bottle.
Oh, so you're an information broker? Remind me to never tell you anything then.
I might take you up on the offer some time though.