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{
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        case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter1/Audio1_1.wma":
        {
            switch(marker)
            {
                case "1":
                    return ["Narrator: ", "the Depressed Man mumbled to himself in shame. Lifting the glass, which once had contained a frosty beverage, the man let the remnants of warm beer crawl down his throat."];
                default:
                    return ["Depressed Man: ", "\"Echoed through my endless cries, the woman’s silken pleasant thighs, caught the attention of a man who knew, that without the help of this potent... potent brew, his chance of attracting a woman lay grim, for he who flirts with justice knows to chance a whim.\""];
                
            }
        }
    case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter1/Audio1_2.wma":
        {
            switch (marker) {
                case "1":
                    return ["Kassandra: ", "\"ravish me,\""];
                case "2":
                    return ["Narrator: ", "and that’s exactly what the Depressed Man wanted to do."];
                default:
                    return ["Narrator: ", "To his right at the bar, a beautiful woman sat alone wearing a captivating purple dress. She radiated a dense sexuality throughout the room, which could easily be cut by one of her long, black, painted nails. Her essence appeared to scream."];

            } 
        }
    case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter1/Audio1_3.wma":
        {
            switch(marker)
            {
                case "1":
                {
                    return ["Narrator: ", "He ached for that single chance to be a man who could sweep the most beautiful woman in the room off her feet. Somehow, if he could accomplish this, he knew he could be truly alive once more."];
                }
                default:
                {
                    return ["Narrator: ", "The Depressed Man chugged down another beer, contemplating his course of action for the night. The alcohol he had consumed was enough to kill a lesser man, but he had something they didn’t… a death wish. It was this acceptance of his own death that drove him to binge drink."];
                }
            }
        }
    case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter1/Audio2_1.wma":
        {
            switch(marker)
            {
                case "1":
                {
                    return ["Narrator: ", "Midget acrobats plagued the streets with their shouting and dancing. Hookers prowled the alleys for prey, knowing that the Carnival was a perfect night to get paid. The everyday citizen walked the streets, looking up to see this year’s display."];
                }
                case "2":
                {
                    return ["Narrator: ", "The mood in the City was, for once, cheerful yet the Depressed Man felt nothing as he sat alone on his wooden bar stool, observing the lives of others and wishing his life wasn’t such a waste."];
                }
                default:
                {
                    return ["Narrator: ", "The Carnival was now underway at the City Center. Just moments ago the fireworks had begun to ignite the City sky. Tonight, The Trueman was a shelter for those trying to escape the havoc of the Carnival."];
                }
            }
        }
    case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter1/Audio3_1.wma":
        {
            switch(marker)
            {
                case "1":
                {
                    return ["Narrator: ", "The Bartender asked the Depressed Man. The young Bartender knew how to make a wicked drink. Often people came to the Trueman just to taste the mixes he could prepare. The Depressed Man had watched him many nights and envied his free spirit."];
                }
                default:
                {
                    return ["Bartender: ", "\"Take it down sir; feel the beer stir, one more and then you’ll be cut off. Two dozen down? I’m surprised you’re not... dead, using the alcohol to fight the demons that plague your head?\""];
                }
            }
        }
    case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter1/Audio3_2.wma":
        {
            switch(marker)
            {
                case "1":
                {
                    return ["Depressed Man: ", "\"I’ll be wary of the man who strolls down that street; for he follows the rhythm of the reaper’s beat. Once the path leads him too far, that’s when he’d better watch out for my incoming car.\""];
                }
                case "2":
                {
                    return ["Narrator: ", "said the Depressed Man, laughing while smacking his hands together to represent the car’s impact. He laughed to himself as though he had just heard the best joke of all time."];
                }
                default:
                {
                    return ["Depressed Man: ", "\"Those demons you speak of don’t exist, you question my actions yet you contradict. The path I choose is mine alone, so leave me to my entire unknown... The substance you deliver makes me sane, like crashing a car down an empty lane.\""];
                }
            }
        }
    case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter1/Audio3_3.wma":
        {
            return ["Narrator: ", "The Bartender let out an exhausted sigh. He poured another draft into the man’s mug. He knew there was no point in arguing. If this man wanted to die then that was his choice, he wasn’t paid to baby-sit the suicidal."];
        }
    case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter1/Audio4_1.wma":
        {
            switch(marker)
            {
                default:
                {
                    return ["Narrator: ", "The Bartender left the Depressed Man and walked over to his next customer. The Trueman’s circular bar had over two dozen chairs surrounding it."];
                }
            }
        }
    case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter1/Audio4_2.wma":
        {
            switch (marker) {
                case "1":
                    {
                        return ["Government Agent: ", "\"Barkeep, over here\""];
                    }
                case "2":
                    {
                        return ["Narrator: ", "the man spoke"];
                    }
                case "3":
                    {
                        return ["Government Agent: ", "\"I’ve had my share of beer; now if you don’t mind pour me something stronger to make it clear,\""];
                    }
                case "4":
                    {
                        return ["Narrator: ", "he said, pointing to his head. "];
                    }
                default:
                    {
                        return ["Narrator: ", "At the other side of the bar an unshaven man wearing a grey suit had motioned for the Bartenders attention."];
                    }
            }
        }
    case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter1/Audio4_3.wma":
        {
            switch(marker)
            {
                case "1":
                {
                    return ["Government Agent: ", "\"My dear boy I think not, look here\""];
                }
                case "2":
                {
                    return ["Narrator: ", "the man in the grey suit said. He opened his suit jacket showing the Bartender a crest of a hawk swooping down on its prey. The Bartender nodded, acknowledging, the meaning of his crest. It was common to have government employees at the Trueman, but odd that one was here the night of the Carnival."];
                }
                case "3":
                {
                    return ["Narrator: ", "Government soldiers were required by law to attend in order to ensure a peaceful night of celebrating. This was why it was strange this man was here, flashing his government badge around. He appeared very drunk. Perhaps after another shot he’d be spilling his story to everyone at the bar."];
                }
                default:
                {
                    return ["Narrator: ", "The Bartender poured the man a shot of tequila, and watched as he took it down. Once finished, the man smacked down the glass on the wooden table, almost breaking it. The Bartender, annoyed, handed him his bill."];
                }
            }
        }
    case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter1/Audio5_1.wma":
        {
            return ["Narrator: ", "The Carnival was a day to celebrate the advancement of the city since the treaty was passed five years ago. As a child, the Bartender used to look forward to attending the festivities at the City Center."];
        }
    case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter1/Audio5_2.wma":
        {
            switch(marker)
            {
                case "1":
                {
                    return ["Narrator: ", "They’d spend endless hours telling everyone who’d listen about the riches the government paid them. Every cent of their income was funded by the government’s dirty pockets. The Bartender knew his life depended on keeping the watchful eyes of the government off his back."];
                }
                default:
                {
                    return ["Narrator: ", "Being able to listen and retain information was a special talent the Bartender had picked up over the years. Drug dealers and mercenaries hired by the government often frequented The Trueman. Those scum liked to be heard, but it was easy to piece together the truth from their arrogance."];
                }
            }
        }
    case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter1/Audio5_3.wma":
        {
            switch (marker) {
                case "1":
                    {
                        return ["Narrator: ", "It was a shame that she was hooker. He’d heard from many of his customers that she was very skilled and in high demand at the bordello. Apparently she could make you spend all your money, and once broke you’d sell all your possessions for another round."];
                    }
                default:
                    {
                        return ["Narrator: ", "The Bartender walked over to his next patron. A woman he recognized sat alone on a stool at the bar, blood trickling down her nose, which appeared broken. Even with these bruises she was still beautiful and exotic."];
                    }
            }
        }
    case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter1/Audio5_4.wma":
        {
            switch (marker) {
                case "1":
                    {
                        return ["Narrator: ", "The man wouldn’t wake up, so the police had to cuff the poor guy as he slept. Apparently Kassandra had worked the man into a coma."];
                    }
                default:
                    {
                        return ["Narrator: ", "The Bartender recalled the story of the man who had given her the deed to his apartment in return for a single night of pleasure. The minute the sun appeared over the horizon she had him arrested for trespassing on her new property."];
                    }
            }
        }
    case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter1/Audio6_1.wma":
        {
            switch (marker) {
                case "1":
                    {
                        return ["Narrator: ", "the Bartender asked, knowing full well her favorite drink was a straight shot of the strongest the Trueman had to offer. Curiosity crept into his thoughts. Why was Kassandra inside the Trueman on the night of the Carnival? There was money to be made on the streets."];
                    }
                default:
                    {
                        return ["Bartender: ", "\"What will it be Kassandra, a shot of whisky, at a special cost?\""];
                    }
            }   
        }
    case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter1/Audio6_2.wma":
        {
            switch(marker)
            {
                case "1":
                {
                    return ["Narrator: ", "But the relationship had ended a few months ago, so who could have hit her? Questions were something The Bartender never asked aloud, unless it was..."];
                }
                case "2":
                {
                    return ["Bartender: ", "\"What would you like to drink?\""];
                }
                default:
                {
                    return ["Narrator: ", "Anyone who stayed inside tonight was either working, or like the Depressed Man, trying to hide away from society. The Bartender had heard other prostitutes gossiping behind her back; apparently she had an abusive ex-boyfriend."];
                }
            }
        }
    case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter1/Audio6_3.wma":
        {
            return ["Narrator:", "Kassandra nodded at the Bartender, lifting three fingers to indicate the amount she wanted. He began pouring her three shots of whisky and noticed that she appeared to be looking towards the entrance of the bar. She was definitely nervous about something."];
        }
    case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter1/Audio6_4.wma":
        {
            return ["Narrator:", "Swinging her head back, Kassandra took down the whisky with three whisks of her leather glove. The potent beverage dissected the taste of blood in her mouth, doing the job it was meant to do. Being a hooker in a city full of garbage usually meant your mouth was a trash can."];
        }
    case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter1/Audio7_1.wma":
        {
            return ["Narrator:", "Sitting alone, deep in thought, The Depressed Man continued glancing over at Kassandra. How could he approach this beauty, he wondered? He had no money to pay for her services, yet all he could think about was touching her bare skin."];
        }
    case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter1/Audio7_2.wma":
        {
            switch (marker) {
                case "1":
                    {
                        return ["Bartender: ", "\"Calm my dear, let the forecast clear. Hide in the Trueman as long as there’s fear\""];
                    }
                case "2":
                    {
                        return ["Narrator: ", "said the Bartender to Kassandra smiling."];
                    }
                default:
                    {
                        return ["Narrator: ", "The Bartender, noticing Kassandra’s paranoia, poured her another shot on the house."];
                    }
            }
        }
    case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter1/Audio7_3.wma":
        {
            switch (marker) {
                case "1":
                    {
                        return ["Narrator: ", "Turning around he went back to serving his other clients."];
                    }
                default:
                    {
                        return ["Narrator: ", "As though insulted by his comments, Kassandra stood up and swallowed the shot within a second. She stormed off, heading towards the women’s bathroom. The Bartender shrugged and sighed; he wasn’t about to pay for a good time with a cold hearted hooker, even if she was stunning."];
                    }
            }
        }
    case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter1/Audio8_1.wma":
        {
            switch (marker) {
                case "1":
                    {
                        return ["Narrator: ", "Only his amber eyes could be seen, shinning from inside this vacant shell. The bar’s customers glanced back at the door as the figure walked in. It was common for the Trueman to attract the odd figure. It was located in the south end of town; known to be dangerous territory."];
                    }
                case "2":
                    {
                        return ["Narrator: ", "Shrugging off the appearance of this new stranger, the patrons ignored his presence and went back to their wallowing."];
                    }
                default:
                    {
                        return ["Narrator: ", "The dimly lit bar projected shadows that appeared to dance around the candle lit lamps placed on each table. As the door to the bathroom closed, an unseen face walked through the entrance of the Trueman. This person wore only black, his head hidden within a hooded trench coat."];
                    }
            }
        }
    case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter1/Audio8_2.wma":
        {
            switch (marker) {
                case "1":
                    {
                        return ["Narrator: ", "Not even noticing the glass was already empty, his eyes shifted to the left at last viewing the new appearance, which was now only a few feet away."];
                    }
                default:
                    {
                        return ["Narrator: ", "The Depressed Man was deep in thought, unaware of the Shadowed Man’s entrance to the Trueman. This woman Kassandra intrigued him; he couldn’t get her out of his head. Slowly pulling himself together, the Depressed Man took a sip of his beer. "];
                    }
            }
        }
    case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter1/Audio8_3.wma":
        {
            switch (marker) {
                case "1":
                    {
                        return ["Narrator: ", "The Bartender wondered how it was possible this man could breathe, let alone speak. The Bartender tried to get a glimpse of the Shadowed Man’s face but was unsuccessful; no features appeared in the blank void inside his hood. "];
                    }
                case "2":
                    {
                        return ["Narrator: ", "As the Shadowed Man sat down, the Bartender’s questions were answered as an eerie voice spoke from the man who appeared to be covered in shadows..."];
                    }
                default:
                    {
                        return ["Narrator: ", "The Bartender watched cautiously as this Shadowed Man appeared to glide across to the center bar, his feet barely touching the ground, until finally he took a seat next to the Depressed Man. The air surrounding this man was atrocious; it reeked of an inhuman presence. "];
                    }
            }
        }
    case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter1/Audio9_1.wma":
        {
            switch (marker) {
                case "1":
                    {
                        return ["Narrator: ", "His voice sounded soft as a cool breeze, yet somehow it was powerful enough to echo throughout the entire bar. The Depressed Man couldn’t tell if the voice was in his head or if it was spoken aloud."];
                    }
                case "2":
                    {
                        return ["Narrator: ", "The Bartender, not understanding the meaning of the riddle, cautiously walked away. The Depressed Man was left alone to fend for himself."];
                    }
                case "3":
                    {
                        return ["Shadowed Man: ", "\"Silken pleasant thighs, she taunts you, can you not feel her despise?\""];
                    }
                case "4":
                    {
                        return ["Narrator: ", "the Shadowed Man questioned."];
                    }
                default:
                    {
                        return ["Shadowed Man: ", "\"Guilt, depression, and greed, the facts of life shall set you free. For the injustice of man, overshadows the needs he demands\""];
                    }
            }
        }
    case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter1/Audio9_2.wma":
        {
            switch (marker) {
                case "1":
                    {
                        return ["Narrator: ", "It threatened to break down the binding walls of his misery. The dark amber eyes spoke to him once more..."];
                    }
                case "2":
                    {
                        return ["Shadowed Man: ", "\"The heavens call you, bare me your sins. Gin and whisky no longer suppress your dignity, lift up your chin. You will comprehend the essence we all hold dear, distinguish yourself as a man with no fear\""];
                    }
                default:
                    {
                        return ["Narrator: ", "The Depressed Man recoiled back from deep thought. He turned his head to face the shadowed figure that sat next to him. As his eyes made contact fear engulfed his being. A new found knowledge flooded over his depression."];
                    }
            }
        }
    case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter1/Audio9_3.wma":
        {
            switch (marker) {
                case "1":
                    {
                        return ["Narrator: ", "For days he had lived in the Trueman, sitting on a bar stool hating himself. Now he was going to prove once and for all that he was a man of his own destiny. That whore Kassandra, who had taunted him was nothing compared to his new inner will."];
                    }
                default:
                    {
                        return ["Narrator: ", "An invisible tidal wave collided with his misery once more, causing the Depressed Man’s guilt to be washed away. At this moment it was clear what needed to be done. The Depressed Man now felt distinguished."];
                    }
            }
        }
    case "/Content/comics/assets/audio/chapter1/Audio10_1.wma":
        {
            return ["Narrator: ", "Without any acknowledgement of the Shadowed Man’s words the Distinguished Man stood up. He walked towards the women’s bathroom with a new found determination. This was to be a great day; finally he would be truly alive."];
        }
        default:
        {
            return "";
        }
    }
}