Medium · Physical Instrument ≥ 4
This transaction has changed the physical relationship between you. You are now more alike somehow.
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
445 · Voice lines
This transaction has changed the physical relationship between you. You are now more alike somehow.
Now is the time to champion the power of the sinuses!
The feeling causes all the hairs on your body to stand at attention like soldiers preparing for review.
That's not fair. And an understatement.
It's not merely the dehydration -- it's your broken leg, reminding itself again with a dull but persistent ache.
If they try something, just knock their teeth out!
It's not merely the dehydration -- it's your broken leg, reminding itself again with a dull but persistent ache.
Your broken hip reminds itself again with a dull, but persistent ache.
With your eyes still closed, the first thing you feel, all the way back in the pivoting darkness of your own torso, is warmth. You have become a triumph of rhythmo-plastics -- somewhere in a smelly wooden church on the coast of Revachol. The wounds from the war you've waged on your body are healing, twist by twist, turn by turn.
As if you've done it before.
At first the destructive urge felt exhilarating, as if it added something to your persona... but the feeling swiftly receded, leaving you with a sad emptiness.
It's climbing. Climbing down, holding on the beams.
That's right. Getting a good run in's important to maintaining your physical and mental health.
Even decapitation couldn't stop his commitment to the sport. Are you that committed?
Your hands cramp on the steering levers.
Speaking of, when's the last time you did your laps, porkchop?
Half of his body has slipped between the cracked boardwalk, starting with the right leg. The fall has left him broken, contorted like a sad puppet.