Game: Amnesia: Machine for Pigs

“It's incredible how tragedy clears up the mind. What was I supposed to do? Fall into depression and despair? Why not just die in that jungle among abandoned temples.

A new century is coming.

Hands are bleeding heavily. I rub and rub, but the smell does not wash away. How can I now hold my children with these hands? How can I kiss them goodnight with those lips with which I gave such instructions?

I wake up alone in a house filled with silence. The absent sound of children playing is reminiscent of a dark grave that calls me to descend into the ground, where only corpses can be found. No matter! My children call me and I will not leave them. I will find them.

What if they could stand straight and walk as men? What if we tamed these animals? Would they write songs? To Seek God?
I saw them and just say: no. Would not. But they gladly accepted of God, which is imposed on them, and he began to pray. Then I realized that they are not separated from the mass, from the crowd. They are just like us.
Irrevocably passing this thought line, I understand that we, too, are in chains and need to gain freedom. To free man, we cut it. To cross the great limit of evolution, it must first conduct through the earth.

I stood knee-deep in mud, full of bones, and my lungs filled with mustard gas. I saw two fallen brother. I have lain with Holy wars and sinned with autumn rains. I dug trenches, I've killed dissidents in the permafrost and starved whole Nations in the name of faith.
The shadow of the baby imprinted on the wall. And the whole temple of skulls appeared in the jungle.
Innocent... innocent, Mundus. Violated and offended, and gassed and slaughtered and beaten and murdered and enslaved!
Here it is, your next century! They will eat them, Mundus! They will make you pigs, they will dig their fangs into your ribs and they will eat your hearts!

The world is a machine! Machine for pigs intended only for their slaughter.

I lay there and watched as the dying my God. In the end, we are freezing, as the stone, which was carved out of his body. When almost all light was extinguished we could hear in the distant silence, people-pigs singing to each other. Then the lights went out, and we were in this depth - and they were gone, and suddenly everything was quiet. Such silence I never knew...
And until the dust fell on my open eyes and we lay together, United forever, I heard sounds above us capsized in a dream city...
Rang the Church bell. And in that moment was born a new century...

Stretching out his hands to the exposed wires I ask myself: is salvation for such as I? And if not, then it is better to die among their own creatures than to live a monster.

Indeed - children are the most wonderful and useful creatures! Unfortunates from the orphanage have proved to be indispensable for cleaning the larger steam pipes. Survivors tell me that the pipes can reach all of the nooks and crannies of the plant. I smile and say how proud I am of them. And then feed them to pigs.

The poor don't need anyone. Take orphans, and the world will thank you. Make disappear the whore and the gentleman will applaud you. Kill a beggar and the lady can walk the streets without fear.