Well, hello. Someone seems to have found himself a bottle of alcohol. Here's where the…

Well, hello. Someone seems to have found himself a bottle of alcohol. Here's where the magic happens.

[Discard thought.]

Oh, no, you don't -- not this one. That's not you. You...

Look at the bottle.

Light reflects off the green glass of the Commodore Red. The gods have been generous. Better pop it open before they change their minds...

Wow, the gods of mass production have made this alcohol container laughably easy to open. A child could have done it.

I don't know about this...

No. No. I'm not doing it. [Ignore thought.]

Fine. We're not worried... you'll crawl back to this bottle soon enough. We'll give you another chance. Booze always gives you another chance.

Yes, it's merciful that way. It's your friend. Come back to it, we're all rooting for you to.

Not all of us...

You've passed up your chance to start drinking ALCOHOL for now, but don't worry! The option to start drinking becomes available again in 2 hours.

Fine. We're not worried... you'll crawl back to this bottle soon enough. We'll give you another chance. Booze always gives you another chance.

Open the bottle.

There's a satisfying pop as the cap comes off, and the hair on your back rises like an army at attention. You've been here before. Welcome back, detective. You're home now...

You see a flash of teeth -- a young woman smiling at you, near some railway overpass in your ruined past. She is gorgeous. And she is yours.

Take a sip.

A golden sun melts down your throat, its rays filling your nostrils with sunshine. Your stomach melts from it -- into a happy gooey mess! So does your mind, all the bad things are melting. You're you again. A real cop. A real detective. Incredibly well done.

From the void we came. And to the void we must return!

In the bottom right corner of the screen there's an ALCOHOL button! ALCOHOL gives +1 to PHYSIQUE skills: Physical Instrument, Half Light, Electrochemistry, Endurance, Pain Threshold, and Shivers. This is good before rolling a White Check -- but damages your Morale. And remember...

A golden sun melts down your throat, its rays filling your nostrils with sunshine. Your stomach melts from it -- into a happy gooey mess! So does your mind, all the bad things are melting. You're you again. A real cop. A real detective. Incredibly well done.

No. No. I'm not doing it. [Ignore thought.]

What will be the repercussions if I take that sip?

Nothing. Some mental stuff. Nothing to be worried about. Physically you'll be strong as an ox!

There's a satisfying pop as the cork jumps out, and the hair on your back rises like an army at attention. You've been here before. Welcome back, detective. You're home now...

There's a satisfying crack as the cap comes off, and the hair on your back rises like an army at attention. You've been here before. Welcome back, detective. You're home now...

There's a satisfying pop as the cap comes off, and the hair on your back rises like an army at attention. You've been here before. Welcome back, detective. You're home now...

Should I though? I may have a teeny-weeny heart attack problem.

Oh, yes. The chest pain and the dizziness. You've suffered long enough -- now it's time to drink, to live.

Why is it always about you? Your heart problem? Your coronary artery? Think about us. We're in this together. You and your wacky tie of substance abuse! Do it for us! Pop it open.

Light reflects off the thermal cup. The borscht may not look like much, but doubtless it'll get the job done. Better pop it open before it gets cold...

Pale-aged vodka? This is rare game indeed. The gods have been generous. Better pop it open before they change their minds...

What a solid can of mass-produced piss water. Well over 10% alcohol in this so-called beer. Pop it open before it gets too warm...

The light reflects off this bottle of sweet, sweet liquor -- a gift from above. The gods have been generous. Pop it open before they change their minds...