Challenging · Electrochemistry ≥ 6
As you hold the metal you sense the warmth left there by her hand.
Physique
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
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As you hold the metal you sense the warmth left there by her hand.
Did someone say... party? You could use a party. Hunt it down!
An array of neurons fires up with joy. Bum her a cigarette -- lest it turn to pain.
You know where they are. They're at home. Smoking. Giving the ladder of vices a chance.
Yeah, wildo, time to get a drinking problem so massive that even stars collapse around it. Become an alcoholic!
Look at that lucky boozer there, the heaviest drinker on the planet! Look at his liquor-abusing excuse of a face -- those swollen bug-eyes, that muttering mouth.
That old rummy here brings back some good memories. Remember how great that piss in your pants used to feel? Warm and cosy, just the way you like it. Time to get yourself another drink and soak those pants for good!
Then you should run for it, rascal. Become a modern hunter, tame that nasty urge inside of your guts. Reward your electrochemistry!
And while you're there, maybe you should hop by the Anonymous Alcoholics as well. You lamo.
I wonder how many litres of sheer alcohol has he consumed today? I bet you'd like a sip of that. Give it a real taste of your manly mouth.
Ah, there it goes -- wasted! You would have gotten at least a few good drags out of it.
A Sunday friend? How intriguing...
It's the God of Cigarettes and Youth -- ask him if he's got anything to spare.
Blow the whole thing on speed and gin, right now. Speed -- AND GIN. Great combo. Ask some local dealers maybe...
D'you know what you should do with that money, kiddo? You should buy more alcohol! Enter the endless cycle of consumption!
God, a pack of Royals would taste so good right now. Get you some of those tar-sticks, baby!
God, a pack of Royals would taste so good right now. Get you some of those tar-sticks, baby!