The steam page of "Disco Elysium" flashes on your screen. You've heard things. Good things. Buying it doesn't support the developers though. You consider getting a key instead.

you scrape your fingernail on the cheap white plastic of your mouse. It's rough, scraping it is only slightly more pleasant than doing the same to a blackboard.

Its thirty four dollars. thirty four bennies. dollary doos. moolah. You run out of synonyms for money.

That's like five hamburgers. Maybe. You haven't eaten them in a while.

A sepentine voice whispers in your ear. "clickkk your mousssse"

The pointer on your screen hovers over the glowing Smaragdine "Add to Cart".

You've finally lost it. The voices in your inky black conscious have come out to play.

You feel the flesh on your index flatten, a short drop, then it stops.
"click"

The mouse slides across smooth fabric, and the feeling repeats.
"click"
"click"
"click"

You've opened it.
The screen is filled with watercolor paint, the rough strokes of a brush, a grungy city/town/place/area/thing , its layers moving, the blue sky, clouds lapping like waves in an ocean.
On its left, a black box with "NEW GAME" in it.

"click"
You have a feeling that you wont regret it.

Welcome to Revachol.