You try to -- very professionally -- look at the corpse, but your stomach contracts. You manage to keep it in once...
Physique
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You try to -- very professionally -- look at the corpse, but your stomach contracts. You manage to keep it in once...
You crack open the ammonia ampoule and breathe in. The odour of death is still stronger. It's a spell of the mind telling you to run -- and your stomach to wring itself empty. With your eyes squinting you stand in it.
The second time -- not so much. When the vomiting is done your cheeks are wet with tears.
He is growing truly tired of it, it's not merely moodiness. His tolerance limit is near.
The smell is repulsive. It pushes in from your mouth, more instant and more familiar than anything you'd expected; more fever than odour. It fills your mind, flushing you from within.
You feel a great force wringing you from the stomach. Your body curls and pushes it out. Burst by burst...
It's more likely he can handle the smell. Unlike you.
The ammonia only makes it worse! The combination forces tears out of your ducts. You manage to keep it in once...
Until a pool of vomit lies under your feet -- and your throat stings from the stomach acid.
The smell is repulsive. It pushes in from your mouth, more instant and more familiar than anything you'd expected; more fever than odour. It fills your mind, flushing you from within.
Phew! All that nodding was rough on the old neck. Close to feeling that twinge...
Whew, got off really lucky... that could have resulted in a world of hurt.
Whew, got off lucky there... that could have resulted in a world of hurt.
The nodding's reaching critical mass! You can't take this much longer, captain!
Your neck couldn't withstand all this effort... it's too much!
No. She reached the end of her elasticity about two months ago -- from here on out, every chip and knick and blow stays in there somewhere.