The Adventure Game and Interactive Novel

The Adventure Game and Interactive Novel

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  • Eymerich says…


    «By burning a heretic you eliminate a little bit of his heresy. By burning a skeptic, instead, you don’t eliminate anything».


    Picatrix. The stairway to hell (1998)

  • Eymerich says…


    «Watch out, you are risking of ending up with your tongue nailed to a wooden log».


    Rex Tremendae Maiestatis (2010)

  • Eymerich asks…


    «Dic mihi quod elementum mortem significet non quidem primam, sed secundam»


    Nicolas Eymerich, Inquisitor: The Plague (2012)

  • Eymerich says…


    «Our mission from God requires us to face the unknown too».


    Mater Terribilis (2002)

    Even these two creeps.

  • Strappado


    The quaestio Eymerich uses the most. The accused has his wrists tied behind the back and the rope is attached to a pulley. He is then lifted, causing his shoulders to dislocate and his wrists to break.


    No blood is spilled, in compliance with the Clementine Constitution.



  • Eymerich says…


    «If you want to obtain a full confession from an accused, threaten to tear his nails. And if he is still reticent, do tear them for real. It’s a less painful torment than fire, but almost as much feared [...] There are sufferings that are mild in themselves, but seem so atrocious that the torturer himself suffers from inflicting them».


    Cherudek (1997)

  • “Well, that’s a low blow”


    What is pain?


    Many attempts to create “scales of pain” have been made, the most famous of which is the VAS. Sure thing, the doubt that pain is not measurable remains strong and legit. Pain, just like many things in the world, is subjective.


    But there is a part of the male body that likely every man would confirm to be the most sensitive to pain, whatever is pain anyway.





    Virtually everyone has, at least once in his life, received a hit in the groin. The luckiest ones may have been hit by a blow with a soccer ball. For others less lucky it might have been a well-aimed kick from a very angry ex girlfriend. Maybe someone voluntarily underwent the treatment during a passionate and painful BDSM session. Thinking of it, maybe they would be the luckiest ones…


    But for the unluckiest ones it was a medieval torture.


    It’s the time of the year when apricots ripen, right? If you have recently bought some and left them out of the fridge they would be quite ripe by now.


    Take one of your apricots and grip it. It soon will start to flake in your hand, to mash, to crush.


    Now imagine that that apricot is a testicle. Belonging to you.


    Imagine it


    Without offending the immaginative medieval engineer that created and crafted complex torture devices, full of ropes and gears and levers, a pair of pliers were enough to inflict the worst pain a man could ever sustain…


  • The scavenger’s daughter


    When horror becomes history, people end up to underestimate it. It’s a sort of an emotional detachment, like it was only something that is written in a book. People tend to forget that some things really happened. Maybe it’s just a mental mechanism to survive the horror, to avoid imagining: “what if it had happened to me?”.


    The story of our game takes place in the Southern France of the XIV century, but it was between 1500 and 1600 that the Inquisition reached the apex of its cruelty and agency. It was in that time that many of the most terrible torture machines and practices were invented. But it was not all blood, slashing and gore, no. The worst tortures were often the simplest and most bearable ones. Apparently bearable.


    I wanna ask you to make an experiment. Lay on your bed and cuddle up, then stay still. Stay completely still, without moving a muscle.


    How long did you manage not to move? Five seconds? Ten? Then you get tired. You feel the natural need to move, to change position, to stretch.


    Now imagine you have to repeat the experiment once again. But it’s not an experiment this time. You are not making it by your own free will, you can’t quit, and you’re not laying on your bed. Instead you are locked up in a dark and stinky cell, drenches in your own faeces, you have been enchained for two days with no food nor water, bind by the scavenger’s daughter.


    The scavenger's daughter


    A person condemned to this punishment would perhaps sigh with relief seeing that he is not destined to blades, whips and pliers. But right after a few minutes he would feel cramps in all his body. Natural acts like stretching a leg of scratching would become obsessive desires. And desperately trying to fulfil them he could only skin and slash his own flesh were it is bind. Within a couple of hours his descent to madness would begin…


    And nothing could prevent the torturers to integrate this punishment with beating, whipping and other torments, to undergo without being able to move a muscle, to let out an involuntary shake, an instinctive physical response to pain.


    There are fates far worse than death…


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