Pickman’s Whisper Continue Pickman’s legacy. Pick up the instrument of his art—his gift—and hear the voice of the blade turn the wasteland into your canvas, painted with the blood of anonymous NPCs that, all of a sudden, catch your eye. You know them. You even name them, because you know them like an old friend. Why do they not seem to know their own name? Is it because they are arrogant? Well, you’ll teach them the cost of their hubris. Haughty bitches. Why won’t the voices stop? Pick