{"id":"txlywp","deleted":false,"future_paste":false,"expired":false,"language":"text","created_at":"2025-11-10 18:15:00","expires_at":null,"content":"\/\/Marble dialogue and punctuation fix\r\n\r\n\/\/Fixes em dashes to be formatted according to the standards of the mod\r\n\/\/Added a sexuality-based conditional when Marvel gives herself up and tempts you with her breasts\r\n\/\/Replaced champion dialogue with narration that conveys the same information. An exception is made for dialogue during bad endings in which the champion is being forced to say exact lines or you've lost control of the champion.\r\n\r\n\/\/MarbleScene.hx\/\/\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 444. Corrected champion dialogue\r\n                    outputText(\"[pg]Marble looks relieved, like a great weight has been lifted from her shoulders. [say: I'm glad you won't need me anymore then,] she says, her face falling, [say: Now, no one will mind if I disappear.] You look at her in surprise and ask her why she says that. She explains that the only way to be sure that no one else ever drinks her milk is for her to disappear, forever. You tell her not to think like that and that the people on the farm still appreciate her help with the chores and duties, insisting that they would all be sorry to see her go. Besides, now that you both know that her milk is addictive, the two of you have a big advantage compared to what happened the first time. With a smile, you add that you got through it. At this, her face lights up, [say: You're right! Thanks for being such a good friend, sweetie.] She smiles at you in return. [say: I guess things are back to normal now.] You both laugh at this.[pg]\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 579. Corrected em dashes.\r\noutputText(\"Considering the way the cow-girl lovingly cradles her hefty breasts as if they were the only things in the world, you decide you'd rather not get involved with her right now. You inform her politely that Whitney must have been mistaken--there's nothing you can think to do that would help. [say: Oh,] she says, surprised... and also nonplussed when she sees your reaction to her swollen jugs. [say: Odd, but okay. I guess I'll just lie back down then while you show yourself out.]\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 587. Corrected em dash\r\n        outputText(\"While walking through one of the farm's fields, you notice the cow-girl Marble coming out of the barn ahead of you. When she sees you, she pulls a bit of an irritated face before donning a fake smile and saying, [say: Yes? Can I help you? Or were you just leaving again?] Well... that wasn't terribly nice. The two of you didn't exactly get off to a good start before, but maybe you'd like to correct that? On the other hand, she'll probably ask you to suckle her breasts if you do apologize; maybe it would be best to just avoid her for now--or perhaps entirely? Then again also, you could pick a fight over her behavior towards you.\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 617. Corrected em dashes\r\noutputText(\"Wanting to make up for before, you apologize for your behavior and ask Marble if there is a way you could make it up to her. She's pleasantly surprised by your answer, and after a few moments of contemplation says, [say: Well, all right then. My breasts are still a bit sore--after all, I have to milk them every day--so do you think you could give them that personal touch?] You figured she would ask this of you... quite the one-track mind.\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 624 and 625. Added an extra line to change the scene slightly if you're attracted only to males\r\n        } else if (player.inte < 40) {\r\n            outputText(\"Eventually you find Marble stopped and waiting for you. She puts her hands in the air and says, [say: You caught me!] It's fairly clear she's given herself up, but \");\r\n            if (player.sexOrientation < 70) outputText(\"when she folds her hands in front of her chest and presses her breasts together, then tells you to come over, you aren't complaining.\");\r\n            else (\"even if the way she presses her breasts together to get your attention doesn't impress you, you won't complain when she lets herself get caught.\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 634. Corrected em dash\r\n        outputText(\"[pg]After another few minutes, you finally have drawn your fill, and pull back from Marble, as she looks down at you with a kindly and pleased face. [say: Thank you so much for that, sweetie. I can't possibly refuse your apology after that. You're welcome to come and visit me here on the farm any time.] The cow-girl gives you a peck on the check and redresses her bountiful bosoms--a small part of you is sad to see them go. She helps you to stand up and walks you back to the main barn, then returns to her chores.\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 663. Corrected em dash\r\n        outputText(\"You fold your arms over your chest and scowl as Marble trudges back over the fields carrying a huge hammer. Part of you feels terribly juvenile to be solving an argument with violence--but the other part is cheering at the opportunity to put the bossy cow in her place.\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 799. Corrected em dash\r\n        outputText(\"You never really noticed how many people live on this farm until now. They're all probably expecting you to rape her--and not all of them are reconciled to the idea, judging by the looks you're getting. What the hell, you might as well continue your business with these on-lookers around anyway... you're like 99% sure you won't be in trouble for feeding a cow.\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 808. Corrected champion dialogue\r\n        outputText(\"[pg]You teasingly imitate the cow-girl's speech mannerisms, telling her she'll never grow big and strong unless she drinks her milk.\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 810. Corrected champion dialogue\r\n        outputText(\"[pg]You chastise Marble and tell her to drink again in a more demanding tone.\");\r\n\/\/Line 811. Changed \"this last word\" for \"your last word\" as the former doesn't work without the previous line being a direct quotation\r\n        outputText(\"[pg]At your last word, you cruelly grab and squeeze one of her own breasts, causing her to gasp and down your milk while wetting her blouse with her own.\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 812, 813, and 814. Since the direct quotes are changed, I've fused the first two lines into one line and paragraph. Rewrote the third one and added it to that paragraph to get the same idea across without being redundant\r\n        outputText(\"[pg]You point out the mess she's making and sarcastically offer to help her. You reach down into Marble's blouse and pull free both her glistening wet HH-cups for all to see. Another round of catcalls and wolf whistles comes from the mob. For the sake of the mob watching you, you explain how now that her big milky boobs are out, you can squeeze them as much as you want without getting milk everywhere.\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 816. Corrected champion dialogue\r\n        outputText(\"[pg]You know how good it feels to be milked, so you stop, telling her you won't continue until she nurses you like a good girl. After all, it only seems fair. You playfully tug and twist her little milk bud again, prompting her to moan into your breast.\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 817 and 818. Corrected em dashes\r\n        outputText(\"[pg]Looks like you successfully put Marble in a tough place, giving her the cow-girl equivalent of blue balls. Her eyes look around, trying to look for anything to help her decide what to do next. Finally she lets out a muffled sigh, closes her eyes and swallows her pride--along with your milk. Her nursing is slow, soothing and a bit pleasurable. This cow definitely has the technique to suck a teat. Her lips lock around the nipple as her tongue laps over and around it, prompting streams of your warm milk to go down her throat. Her determined face has softened into that of a peaceful sleeper, and she's completely docile as you pop one nipple out and the other in, as if she were regressing to the mental state of an infant.\");\r\n        outputText(\"[pg]She's keeping her end of the bargain, so you might as well give her jugs a very thorough hand-milking. You grab her soft teat and begin to squeeze and pull at it, forcing muffled moans and groans out of her as powerful jets of her milk shoot from her chest--giving you an idea. As you expertly aim streams down the field, various members of the crowd let out a few words of admiration as they catch onto what you're doing. Trails of milk meet and mingle as you squirt Marble's nipple onto the dry, packed soil... spelling out, in irregular, runny letters, [say: [name]]. You keep up the rough milking, adding doodles and embellishes, until her breast milk runs low and her tit has shrunk by at least two cup sizes. If she were to stand up right now, she would be comically lopsided. It's as funny an idea as you've heard yet.\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 820. Corrected champion dialogue and corrected em dash\r\n        outputText(\"[pg]You give an unsincere apology, cupping your still-half-full tits. Bad girls who don't drink their milk should be punished. She can only look at you, wide-eyed and trembling with rage, as you pull away--and yet, even her trembles are funny, with one tit wobbling wildly and the other hardly moving at all.\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 1723. Corrected em dash\r\n                outputText(\"[pg][say: Hmm, it's nice to hear you care so much about your family. As for me, I think of them pretty often, especially my daddy. Don't get me wrong; I do love momma, but she always seemed so bossy around daddy, always giving him orders... and yet he had infinite patience for everyone. Even after trying hundreds of times to swing straight when I was a little girl he would never lose his patience.] She hesitates. [say: No, wait... there was that one time he and momma got into a fight, and afterwards he was really nervous and shaky and he got mad at me. I cried so much when he scolded me, but the next day he was back to normal--if anything, he was even a bit nicer.] She gets misty eyed for a moment. [say: I remember the day where he showed me how to make my first hammer. I'll never forget what he said then. 'This is a weapon; that means it's for hurting people. Never raise your hammer against someone unless he is an enemy, and when you do raise it, never hold back and don't give him the chance to hurt you instead. You need to remember this if you want to survive.]\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 1770. Fixed em dash\r\n                outputText(\"This time it's you who spends a fair bit talking about your own love life back home--or lack thereof, as it seemed to you sometimes. After you finish, you notice that Marble is looking off to the side. She turns back to you and thanks you for sharing. You ask her if she doesn't mind continuing where you left off last time. [saystart]\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 1781. Added comma after \"speaking of which\"\r\n                outputText(\"[pg][say: It was so bad that I had to start nursing anything I could find, even if I had to force it. The most notable of these was probably this one adorable imp, barely half my height. I thought that my milk could make something so cute into anything I wanted. I caught him and made him nurse me all night. He was just the most wonderful thing once he'd gotten his mind off his monster cock.] She shakes her head. [say: But an imp has demon taint, so you know how this is going to end, don't you? The next day, my 'special' friend had gone out to get his other friends and decided that I'd make a wonderful sex toy.] She smiles. [say: That was one hell of a day... though maybe not in the way they expected. I gave them such a bad beating that I doubt that they'll ever try to gang-rape someone outside the cover of night again. Speaking of which, sweetie, you'd best not show any of those horrible creatures where you live, ok?]\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 1801. Corrected em dash\r\n                outputText(\"[pg]Marble looks up to grin at you, and finally notices the dumbstruck look on your face. [say: Uh, sweetie, what is it?] You make absolutely sure that you heard her right when she said she was 11 years old last year. She nods, and asks you why you find that so odd. You can only shake your head and inform her that humans take about 18 to 25 years to fully mature. She laughs at this idea and says that she's been fully grown since she was 6; all the members of her race are that way--those she's met, anyway. Well, there isn't much else you can say to that.\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 2362. Fixed em dash\r\n                outputText(\"[pg]The game finally ends with the bovine savior victorious over the horde of ravenous monsters--somewhere along the line it was decided that hostages were no fun and single combat wasn't impressive enough, and you exhausted your theatrical skills to provide a bevy of satisfyingly scary faces and growls--and the people of the land (you) rejoicing. You're left a bit tired afterwards, but you certainly don't regret having played with your child.\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 2365. Corrected em dash\r\n                outputText(\"[pg]The game finally ends with the bovine savior victorious over the horde of ravenous monsters--somewhere along the line it was decided that hostages were no fun and single combat wasn't impressive enough, and you exhausted your theatrical skills to provide a bevy of satisfyingly scary faces and growls--and the people of the land (you) rejoicing. You're left a bit tired afterwards, but you certainly don't regret having played with your child.\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 2385 Fixed em dash\r\n            outputText(\"Marble calls you over and asks that you take the kids to visit with Whitney--she'd like to do some things around camp while they aren't around. You nod and turn to your children and tell them it is time to go and visit Auntie Whitney. [say: Yay!] they shout and all start to crowd around. You inform Marble that you'll be back in an hour, and proceed to the farm with your children, the youngest one holding your hand shyly.\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 2853. Fixed em dash\r\n                outputText(\"[say: I think we should help out Marae and shut down that factory she mentioned was in the mountains, but I don't think you're ready to go into the Mountains yet. They can be brutal--get a little more practice, and make sure you've got a good weapon.]\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 2872. Fixed em dash\r\n            outputText(\"[say: Well... I've seen patrols around the camp before. They were all wearing the same uniform, so maybe there's some kind of city or armed force out there? Come to think of it, one time I found some sand where they were standing when they moved on--I bet they're holed up in the desert somewhere!] she says with conviction.\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 3070. Fixed em dash\r\n                    outputText(\"[pg]You gently moan into her breast in response, causing her to giggle as she plays with the tip of your [cock]. She returns to the pumping motion and increases the pace just as you decide you need something to grab onto--and the most pleasant things at hand are her breasts. Marble gasps in surprise and moans as you rub her breasts while suckling, and starts jerking you off even faster in response.\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 3112. Corrected em dash\r\n                    outputText(\" She returns to pumping her fingers in and out of your pussy and, just as she increases the pace, you decide you need something to grab onto--and the most pleasant things at hand are her breasts. Marble gasps in surprise and moans as you rub her breasts while suckling, and starts fingering you even faster in response.\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 3350. Corrected em dashes\r\n                outputText(\"[pg]When she reaches where your genitals would be--if you had any--you're panting with pleasure. Marble gives you a smile and whispers, [say: Don't worry sweetie, I know just how to make you cum.] She then hugs your body tightly, reaching her arms around and squeezing and slapping your [butt], while slipping a finger into your [asshole]. You gasp at the surprise, but are soon panting even harder. The fact that she is still rubbing her breasts on your abdomen even as she teases you helps even more, and you can't help but coil your lower body around Marble, rubbing every part of it on her. In moments, you cry out in bliss as your unusual anal orgasm washes over you.\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 3539. Changed the inner monologue to not be a direct quoation. Didn't add sexuality conditional for the part before it because it requires you already wanting to rape a woman.\r\n            outputText(\"You smile to yourself and think how you'll make this fantasy a reality one day, before returning to the more immediate enjoyment.[pg]\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 4508. Fixed em dash\r\n            outputText(\"[pg]Marble takes a few minutes to test her new nipples, squeezing them gently and sighing as dribbles of milk decorate her areolae in fours instead of one, then looks at you and says, [say: This isn't really so bad. Actually, it feels nice. If you find another dose, I'm willing to drink it--just to see what happens, of course.]\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 4646. Corrected em dash\r\n        outputText(\"[pg]Deciding the moisture on your tail and her arousal level to be sufficient, you remove yourself from the confines of her pussy and slide up to the main offender--Marble's \" + Utils.num2Text(flags[KFLAGS.MARBLE_DICK_LENGTH]) + \" inch long, fully erect cock. You prompt her to tell you if you squeeze too tightly, and prod her with the tip of your tail, pushing against the underside of her cock insistently. Slowly, you run it up her shaft until the end of your tail is stroking her sensitive tip; then, you sensuously drag the rest of the moistened scales over and around her member, squeezing and wrapping it. Slowly, you cover all of her manhood with your moist tail, and constrict, causing her to yelp before you start to move your coils up and down, essentially jerking her off along her entire length.\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 4921. Corrected em dash\r\n            outputText(\"[pg]Abruptly, her tail reverses it's pressure and allows you to extract her toy from its sheath--at least a little ways. Then, you flip directions yourself and push it back in to the hilt. There is a sharp intake of breath from your lovely lover, and you give her rear a small smack. In response she tightens around your wrist, and it sounds like she might be about to get mad at you. Instead she chuckles a bit.\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 4975. Added comma after \"didn't I\"\r\n        outputText(\"[pg][say: I warned you that I'd be taking charge if you couldn't behave yourself, didn't I, [name]?] She sits down on your stomach, and presses her hand against your [chest], squeezing you somewhat painfully. [say: Now you're going to be punished!] Given her expression, you get the impression that maybe she actually wanted you to misbehave!\");\r\n\r\n\r\n\/\/MarblePurification.hx\/\/\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 77. Corrected em dashes\r\n        outputText(\"[pg][say: No, no, it's nothing like that. I do like being with you... and that's the problem,] is the glum cow-girl's response. At your obvious confusion, she begins to explain. [say: You remember that incident with my milk and its addictive side-effects?] she asks. At your nod, she goes on, [say: Well, I've tried to be strong since then, for your sake--I love you for being you and I don't want you to be addicted to me; to depend on me for your daily survival... that's not love--but it's so hard. I've never felt so good as when you were drinking from me, sweetie; I <b>need<\/b> to give my milk, and having a living person drink it is so much more... well, satisfying than the milkers are.] She turns to look at the ground, obviously too ashamed to look at you. [say: When we make love, it's so hard for me to resist taking my breast and forcing the nipple into your mouth, to make you drink the milk I make and truly feel like you love me...]\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 123. Corrected em dash\r\n            outputText(\"[pg][say: I... don't feel different in the slightest, sweetie,] Marble replies, looking as confused as you feel. [say: I guess this stuff just isn't working any more--I must need something with more potency than that to fully purify myself,] she muses.\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 143. Corrected em dash\r\n            outputText(\" nipples begin spray milk everywhere--you have to take a step back to avoid being squirted yourself. Finally, Marble's breasts stop their spraying, leaving the two of you standing in a milky puddle of mud. The cow-girl pulls her shirt back on over her body. [say: That stuff still tastes vile, but I guess it's worth it. I just hope it finishes working soon,] she tells you. You assure her that you believe in her ability to get through this, and then head back to the main part of your camp.\");\r\n\r\n\/\/Line 330. Corrected em dash\r\n                outputText(\"[pg]You take a short walk over to the stream that Izma likes to bathe in and call her over. She asks you what's up and you let her know what Clara's got brewing. The tigershark snorts. [say: No thank you; I don't trust anything that might have milk in it from one of those damn cows,] she snaps, showing her teeth in a predatory expression of disdain. You try to argue that she's being rude and distrustful of Marble's sister, but the tigershark won't listen, instead pointedly pushing away from the shore and diving into the depths--such as they are--of the stream.\");"}