1993 video game
Myst is a graphic adventure video game developed by Cyan Worlds and published by Brøderbund in 1993.
- [Opening voiceover] I realized, the moment I fell into the fissure, that the Book would not be destroyed as I had planned. It continued falling into that starry expanse, of which I had only a fleeting glimpse. I have tried to speculate where it might have landed; I must admit, however, such conjecture is futile. Still, the questions about whose hands might one day hold my Myst Book are unsettling to me. I know my apprehensions might never be allayed, and so I close, realizing that perhaps the ending has not yet been written.
- [Message in the imager by the dock] Catherine, my love, I have to leave quickly. Something terrible has happened. It's hard for me to believe ... most of my Books have been destroyed. Catherine, it's one of our sons! I suspect Achenar, but I shouldn't jump to conclusions. I'll find him, and Sirrus as well. Oh, I should have known better than to have left my library unchecked for so long! [Sighs] Well, I've removed the remaining undamaged Books from the library, and placed them in their places of protection. You shouldn't have to use the Books until I return, but if you've forgotten the access key, remember the tower rotation. Oh, and don't worry, Catherine, everything will be fine. I'll see you shortly. Oh, and erase this message after you've viewed it, just to be safe.
- [First encounter with the player, in the green book in the Myst library's fireplace] Who the devil are you? Don't come here to D'ni—not yet. ... Oh, I have many questions for you, my friend, as you, no doubt, have for me. Where should I begin? Perhaps my story is in order. My name is Atrus. I fear you've met my sons, Sirrus and Achenar, in the red and blue books on Myst Island, in my library. My library ... it contains my works, my writings. I wrote many Books—many Books that linked me to fantastic places. It's an art I learned from my father, many years ago. Oh, but the red and blue books, those were different. I wrote those books to trap overgreedy explorers that might stumble upon my island of Myst. But I had no idea my own sons would be entrapped. My sons, Sirrus and Achenar, we had many journeys together. I gave them free rein to the Books; perhaps it was not wise. I could see the greed growing in them. I had not told them about the red and blue Books. Their imaginations went wild; they dreamed of riches and powers. Of course, they did not know the Books were traps. They begged me for access to those Books, and I, of course, denied them. They devised a plan, an evil plan. I had no idea to what extent their greed had progressed. Their own mother ... they used their own mother—oh, my dear Catherine—to lure me here, to D'ni. Of course, I could return to Myst, except that they removed a single page from my Myst Linking Book; I cannot return without that page. You, my friend, can bring that page to me. Oh, I pray that you believe my story above the lies my sons have told you. If you could find it in yourself to return that page to me, here in D'ni, I could go to Myst and bring justice to my sons for what they have done. I must return to my writing. I pray that you believe me. Please hurry, bring the page. Bring the page with you.
- [Good ending, bringing the page to Atrus in D'ni] Ah, my friend! You've returned. And the page, did you bring the page? Ah, give it to me. You've done the right thing. I have a difficult choice to make. [Pulls out his Myst Linking Book, returns the page to it, and opens it to its linking panel] My sons have betrayed me. I know what I must do. I shall return shortly. [Links to Myst; after a moment, he returns] It is done. Oh, I have many questions for you, my friend, but ... my writing cannot wait. I fear that my long delay may have already had a catastrophic impact on the world in which my wife, Catherine, is now being held hostage. Oh, and ... reward. I'm sorry, but all I have to offer you is the library on the island of Myst—the Books that are contained there. Feel free to explore at your leisure. I hope you find your explorations satisfying. You will no longer have my sons to deal with. [Continues writing] Oh, and, uh ... one more favor. I am fighting a foe much greater than my sons could even imagine. At some point in the future, I may find it necessary to request your assistance. Until that point, feel free to enjoy your explorations from my library on Myst. Thank you again. [Goes to his writing, and after a moment] The Book, my friend; you can use the Myst Linking Book to return to Myst. [Returns to his writing, and does not look up again]
- [Sad ending, going to D'ni without the page] Ah, my friend! You've returned—we meet face-to-face. And the page, did you bring the page? ... [Sighs] You didn't bring the page. You didn't bring the page! [Thumps the book he is writing in, the Book of Riven, in frustration] What kind of fool are you? Ah! Did you not take my warning seriously? [Long pause] Welcome to D'ni. You and I will live here ... forever.
- [Appears in an imager] I hope I pushed the right button. Very interesting device, dear brother. I'm not erasing anything important, am I? [Laughs] He is prepared. Remember, take only one page.
- [Bad ending] Oh, yes! Yes. I'm free! Oh, thank you, my friend! My dear friend! You've done the right thing. You stupid fool! [Laughs] It looks like perhaps you're in the book now? [Laughs] And what have we here? A page. [Rips it out] Oh, no! [Laughs] I hope you enjoy your new home as much as I enjoyed it. [Rips out another page] There. I can't see you. You're getting less clear. I hope you're into books! [Laughs and rips out more] The Library's just the same as I left it. Oh, Achenar ... [Rips out page] Goodbye. [Static]
- [Bad ending] Oh yes! I'm free! [Chuckles] Oh, I feel alive! And how do you feel, my friend? [Chuckles] Oh, and what have we here? Perhaps the pages you worked so hard for? [Rips out a page] Whoops! [Chuckles] Oh, yes! Oh! Perhaps you're seeing the world from my point of view. [The static becomes heavier] Sirrus ... where's my brother? [Puts his face close to the book] Maybe someone will rescue you some day! [Rips out more pages] You lose. [Static]