From the void we came. And to the void we must return!
Physique
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From the void we came. And to the void we must return!
Light reflects off the green glass of the Commodore Red. The gods have been generous. Better pop it open before they change their minds...
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 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...
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...
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.
Well, hello. Someone seems to have found himself a bottle of alcohol. Here's where the magic happens.
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...
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.
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...
Nothing. Some mental stuff. Nothing to be worried about. Physically you'll be strong as an ox!
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.
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.
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...
Look at all these guys go off like fireworks as information pours into you -- about the lieutenant's simple remark: I'm happy for you. This stuff is great.
Why not? This government-developed substance seems very non-intrusive. You could even operate heavy machinery! Fire-machinery!
You suck a manly dose of the extremely chemical-smelling liquid into your mouth. There it seeps into your tongue. When you swallow it's already almost all gone.