Medium · Physical Instrument ≥ 4
As she speaks her bone-like fingers fiddle with a ring. Her bones light, but her hands strong.
Physique
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
445 · Voice lines
As she speaks her bone-like fingers fiddle with a ring. Her bones light, but her hands strong.
Another pathetic yelp sounds off into the vast darkness of the chimney. You're a little embarrassed you produced it.
Something breaks loose in you. A mighty bellow echoes throughout the chimney's depths. The chatter of tiny voices above suddenly cease. Then...
Still, it's good you have this dirt on you. Real men wear coal for make-up.
Your dehydrated, hungover throat can produce little more than a dry croak.
Your throat can produce little more than a dry croak. Awkward, since you already had a drink...
The ice squeaks beneath the prybar -- you could swear you succeeded! -- but the lid simply won't budge.
Ice squeaks beneath your Kvalsund multitool, but your fingers slip away from the tool, the lid shut as tightly as before.
Ice groans and howls under the strain of your giant Kvalsund multitool -- until the lid cracks open.
Ice groans and howls under the strain of your giant Kvalsund multitool -- until the lid cracks open. Blue electric lights come to life...
The ice squeaks beneath the prybar. You think you've got the bar jammed in there pretty well, but the lid simply won't budge.
You've definitely earned a drink after this. Perhaps even some pagan rites.
Conjuring up an inhuman amount of strength, you raise the barbell up in the air. Your biceps tremble, but you're a savage. This is a children's game!
A warm wave of accomplishment washes over your head, as you drop the barbell to the floor. For a moment it feels like you're strong enough to succeed at anything you ever set your mind to.
It's 60 kg. Your triceps hum at the sight of these weights. Show the world what kind of beast it's dealing with. Lift them.
You manage to hoist it off the ground, but the barbell feels wobbly and dangerous, your hands slick with sweat. Turns out you're no beast, just an old man with bad form.