Medium · Pain Threshold ≥ 5
Sounds like you were in some real fundamental pain there, muscle-man.
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
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Sounds like you were in some real fundamental pain there, muscle-man.
Yeah, a painkiller would be good about now. This thing is pulsating with discomfort.
With your back against the cold mosaic floor you feel the pain recede. You just need to get up and dust yourself off...
Feeling nausea? Vomiting? Tenderness or pain around the liver area? Tiny red lines on the skin above waist level? More like days, Coppo. The clock is ticking, your liver tells you so.
If you wear those pieces, it will help me protect your mortal coil.
Yes. Bullets will fly, they always do. And the coil is fleshy and mush and permeable. Cast it in ceramic shell. Resist death.
Almost snapped your neck... but I fucking got this. No pain... no pain...
A cornered animal might seek a hiding place that has some sentimental value.
Your nerve endings tell you there is no such thing as a positive surprise.
You're jabbing at the soft underbelly of his psyche. He realizes he's gotten defensive.
Feels good though, doesn't it? The sting.
Yes, but it itches really, really bad...
Pain radiates through your leg. It still hurts to use it -- even for kicking snow into someone's face.
Not that it will keep you warm at night. Brrr.
Your toe has suffered damage. It hurts!
Bullets have bitten little pieces out of him. It must have been excruciating, especially the hip... Before you is a temple of pain that knew little tenderness in life.
No, you don't. You can keep it in. You can keep anything in.