Your chest feels tight, looking at them. It's closing in... caving in, ever tighter. Your breathing grows even heavier.
Physique
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Your chest feels tight, looking at them. It's closing in... caving in, ever tighter. Your breathing grows even heavier.
The spread pattern of these bullet holes makes your chest ache. Your breath grows heavier.
You peer into the faded marks in the stone... they peer back like an endless row of tiny black holes. Sweat starts trickling down your brow.
That hurt. The man knows where to sting.
It's not as bad as it feels. You've maybe pulled a joint; the indignity makes it worse.
Stay with me, the biting is having some kind of effect, the pain is receding...
Cuno feels it; this was no light tap.
The pain of the word recedes, he's feeling better now. Further away from education.
A sharp pain shoots up your side and into your stomach. You must not look too good. Luckily it passes...
This guy is suffering from clinical depression. And it's been going on awhile.
Ouch, you strained your elbow trying to catch that stupid thing... dammit.
Not familiar in a good way, you might say. There's pain in there somewhere...
Sounds like you're the Suicide Cop! With his finger on the eject button. Ready to let go of this life! But guess what?
Oh yes. It would be so sweet to taste the barrel once more. That sour metal... maybe there is a way? Not yet. But stick with it -- keep going dark, and it'll finally click.
Sounds like you're the Suicide Cop! With his finger on the eject button. Ready to let go of this life! But guess what?