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He was holding on to it for leverage.

He took it because it meant something to him.

Here's another tool to open him up with.

Suddenly sentimental -- the emotional quick change of a ravaged alcoholic.

The man clutches his hair again. Your foot landed nowhere near it.

Despite connecting with his shin, the man clutches his unruly hair.

He's genuinely delighted you said that.

Lapping the air like a giant child's tongue.

He barely heard what you offered -- just hooked it straight to the vein.

Berrion bombs, like the pilots mentioned. An erasure, near noiseless.

Human capital deep in the red.

INSANITY. THE ONLY 'DEVELOPED' THING ABOUT THE TECHNO-FASCISTS IS THEIR IMPERIALIST IMPULSE.

THE REAL PARTY IS OUTSIDE. ON THE STREETS. ARM IN ARM WITH THE MIDNIGHT PROLETARIAT.

When they eventually turn up.

The formalised Ending of History. Considered a fundamental misstep by almost all leading economists and philosophers.

'Human Capital'. The words frost your heart over.

The long shadow of EMTERR -- so long that many citizens mistake it for the sky.

THE PHANTOM BOSS OF CAPITAL. EVERYWHERE AND NOWHERE. IMPOSSIBLE TO KILL.

Hence the origins of its most abiding name.

In some distant parts of the world, EMTERR is euphemistically called 'the Kindly Ones'. Using their true name directly is reserved for curses and insults.

EMTERR is normalised. Something that sane, non-conspiratorial people can complain about to each other. All is right with the world.

Raw deal. The flowers will deprecate. The shift is forever.

The ending of the End.

Luz prowls back and forth beyond the den.

NAME IRRELEVANT. YOU KNOW HIM ONLY BY HIS EPITHET. 'THE NECRO-LIMBED SORCERER'.

An image, its negative, the image again.

He's not lying -- it was all above board. Just morally on the floor.

THE SELF-DEFEATED ENEMY EMITS NO TREMBLE UPON HEARING OUR NAME. OR, CONCERNINGLY, ANY SIGN OF RECOGNITION AT ALL.

Direct line of sight to the Campaign from here. You can see all of Party Alley from its top floor.

Equal parts capitalism and alcoholism, both late stage.

The child found mutilated, stuffed into the plumbing of a hot tub.

You've wandered into some bizarre capitalist shit here.

This man has no gäng left within him. He had them once... but they've all slipped out the back while he wasn't looking.

Asset status: Endlessly exploitable.

Surprisingly fast reflexes.

One feels too little -- the other feels far too much.

Masturbating to a phone line is about where you fall.

You could prey on his obvious weakness: alcohol.

Definitely that twitchy young man hooked to the payphone. The name fits.

If there is any kind of moral conflict churning below the surface, he does not show it.

At this proximity, his aura of alcohol is near weaponised.

This might get weird. Avert our eyes.

Omnidirectionally fucked. Yearningly erect.

You know the feeling.

EMTERR and Luz, bound for intersection, united in 'secret treaty'.

Though it may be smashed beneath him, this man was sent here with an assignment.

Spoken with awe and reverence.

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