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Still shuddering and a little incredulous, Ramses settles back into reality and examines you.

An audible crack in his spine as he arches backwards, crumpling.

A marionette with strings yanked, then suddenly severed.

Every signal hits you raw and simultaneous: reality blooms, light flashes, saliva strings.

An air of waiting in the room. The thing that is supposed to happen hasn't happened yet.

Either a medical emergency, or a spiritual one.

Entranced. A reptile in the throes of worship.

Brethren. Friends. Company.

A part of you left behind, shining bright across the room.

Faded patterns. A great void of expression.

Have you considered engaging with the visual arts?

Before embarking on this distraction from your assignment, operant, consider the risks inherent to 'self-expression'.

No wonder it's still here, people with that kind of money don't shop in the Bazaar.

For a long moment, none of the students can tell what's happening. Then, one by one, they realise.

It doesn't care about the shed. It has licked itself clean, absolved itself.

Don't let it beguile you.

This is no fascist. Look at that indifferent lounge, that fluffy coif...

No no, look at the fangs, the poise, the quick eager paws. That's the build of a worker.

This is a cat. You are upset about the corpse situation and you are taking it out on a cat.

The sound reaches out to something in your heart, soothes it.

Fuck! Look away, that's fucking demonic.

You're still talking to a cat. Stop. People can hear you.

You're going to go insane with feline apathy.

Bloody pawprints on the grass, none on its fur.

Licked clean. It has absolved itself of him.

The pawprints are leading to the shed.

Gummy rubber tip gone brittle.

She's covered her tracks well.

This is soothing as fuck. Babies are onto something.

You clearly never grew out of the oral fixation stage. This explains the hard candies, the cigarettes...

You clearly never grew out of the oral fixation stage. This explains the cigarettes...

You clearly never grew out of the oral fixation stage. This explains the hard candies...

The smell that drifts from the soggy interior is an unpleasant mix of mildew and urine.

The smell that drifts from the soggy interior is an unpleasant mix of stale coffee and mildew.

The smell that drifts from the soggy interior is an unpleasant mix of sour alcohol and mildew.

A work of psychology. SILHOUETTE's been honing her craft in her free time.

Perhaps a more subtle revenge can be arranged?

Operant CASCADE is classified ONLY CHILD. Understanding of sibling dynamics best described as 'theoretical'.

Don't trust it. Feels like bait.

The keypad sends its input to a series of relays inside the door. If the input is right, solenoids pull the bolts open.

Assuming an eight-digit combination, you're looking at a hundred million possibilities. Rounded up by one.

A vulnerability leaked to the Opera in 87, courtesy of a disgruntled engineer who had defected to the People's Republic.

Your knees could go at any second, the elation's that strong.

Glossy metal finish, no hint of rust or weathering.

No prey here -- only a challenge. Your teeth chatter from the thrill.

You hear a splat, followed by a man's yell. A woman cheers, 'Ectoplasm!'

One props up a sign which says: 'INTERNATIONAL PARTY CONFERENCE PARTY 66'.

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