Medium · Half Light ≥ 4
Don't let the shiny lights fool you, it's a goddamn killing machine, and there's nothing you can do to stop it!
Physique
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
588 · Voice lines
Don't let the shiny lights fool you, it's a goddamn killing machine, and there's nothing you can do to stop it!
Just take my money and leave me alone!
Oh no, not a happening!! I don't like the sound of that...
Quick, kill it with fire before it organises a happening!
Look -- up there! It is he who sirens. Syntagmatarchis Trypa! Here, upon us, to warn of the mangy jowls of The Gloaming.
Don't talk to him any longer. Just leave, please.
His neck muscles tense up, the veins on his neck bulge. Be careful -- he's holding it deep in but there are things in there you don't want to meet.
He's stopping this to control himself. You were on to something.
What did he just call you?! A f*g? Oh no, not this again, you just got away from that fucking kid...
He means -- a more violent faction could easily take care of such a thing.
You can smell all sorts of things... fear, disgust, desire. Not communism, though.
Scared? Angry? It's hard to say which this man is.
No, that's not it... it's something more. Something closer to your skin...
He's open, rip into him. Right hook. Escalate it, get intimate with him... bring the hurt closer!
No, don't be a fucking ballerina, rip into him, right hook! Get intimate with him... bring the hurt closer!
This is your chance, he's talking... rip into him with a punch and catch him off guard.