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- The Peculiar Ramblings
- Whatever may these wild rambling be on, it appears they are from my own kindred of the village but also of the most heinous of sinners.
- I need not involve myself further with this chaos and I ought find my beloved wife.
- The worlds innumerable sorrows are upon us; we regard with pity how truly barbarous this world is, but our ends must be attained.
- Deliver with haste little lady
- Chant further
- *Vociferous mumbling*
- Make obvious the grief and sorrows of this wretched existence
- Do not tarry young woman
- Grim Mindings
- Faith... Faith! .. FAITH!!!
- These machinations of the mind try to deceive me to believe that Faith is no more, but my wife must yet still be
- *Loud wailing*
- *Maniacal cackling*
- *Blaring frenzied screams*
- *Delirious laughter*
- If only I realized sooner, this world itself is wicked.
- The Loss of Faith
- *Short chuckles..* *Deep Maniacal laughter!*
- Alas... My Faith is gone
- There is no good on earth any longer; and sin is but a name, Come, devil! For to thee is this world given.
- Depravity ought be the only way of this ghastly earth
- *Demented laughter*
- *Wild Shrieks*
- As Goodman Brown ventures ever further into the forest, he begins to hear what appears to be these unintelligible waves of familiar voices, his townsfolk, uttering things alien to him.
- Goodman as he continues advancing feels a pervasive sense of uneasiness suffuse through his being and he habitually calls out for his dear wife, Faith. A piercing scream was then heard and hideous laughter drowned out this noise.
- Goodman Brown while deep in thought encounters a peculiar pink ribbon and grasps it. Goodman Brown's mental fortitude crumbles as he observes the ribbon and who this ribbon originally belonged to. Goodman Brown is no longer himself.