We can always go to the tower walk he mentions, which provides an impressive vista of Los Angeles: How many nights I've wasted now gazing from the tower walk, pondering the frailty of existence. My subjects grow restless without proper supervision, but I cannot pull myself back from this black depression. I'm mired in a foul ennui as my wife's illness advances. Grout: My studies proceed at a languid pace. I still hear him scurrying about that night, he must have made an atrocious mess in there. Animals! The one called 'John' went so far as to gnaw off his arm and escape into the floor boards like some feral rodent. Given the nature of the tests, I cannot expect the same fervor from all, but a modicum of cooperation would be appreciated. Mewling wretches! Few could be called 'enthusiastic'. Of course there is no guarantee she would have been any more helpful than my current crop of test subjects.
What I would give for just one interview, a few simple questions of the plague ridden woman who met her end that dawn. Had I been conscious after the attack, I could have stopped the orderlies from locking her in a roaming pen. Grout: Often I reflect with great regret on the missed opportunity that was my infector. Keep in mind there was a time when insane asylums used to charge people money to come and gawk at the patients. Whichever member of the development staff wrote these did an amazing job, I must say.Īs hard it as it might be to believe, Grout's views on psychiatry aren't too far removed from the actual practice back in the day. I shall still find test subjects as surely as I find bloody sustenance in the night, but this climate, I fear, will never be replicated. That palpable atmosphere of blistered brains and churning bowels, the odiferous melange of freely flowing bodily humours, that gently rolling cacophony of distant sobs and screams, the muttered cursing of perceived enemies and the blissful gurgling of the lobotomized like a new-born babe discovering the sky. I lament their loss not only as brokerage houses for the breadth and depth of human psychosis, but also I shall mourn the disappearance of that peculiar environment present only in an insane asylum. Grout: Another unfortunate casualty to tide of time: insane asylums. We can also listen to some more of Grout's audio diaries: That said, it's much easier to just solve the puzzle by trial and error, as there are only three switches. A clue to the correct sequence is found on a nearby table: The sconces are actually switches, and in order to open the way forward we must pull them in a certain sequence. As we continue to explore Grout's Mansion of Madness and Murder, we come across one of his "patients" moving one of the sconces about, laughing all the while: Part 16 - It's A Mad House! A Mad House! - Part 2
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