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He's like a laboratory where you can see what you actually think, stripped of all niceties.

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He half hopes he won't. It would solve all his problems, a simple bullet to the head...

Medium

All frames of reference have gone to shit. He's second-guessing his every conception of basic social norms.

Medium

A tiny reflected Hershel stares back at you, framed in hair.

Easy

Like a well-scrubbed bathroom tile.

Formidable

The paleolithic huntress exhales as she fondles the precious river stone, the primal superstition inside her calmed -- for the moment.

Medium

It's never going to work like that. You have to believe.

Medium

EXERCISE YOUR AUTHORITY, AND HE WILL FOLD.

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That vibration that you can feel through his skull -- the prelude to sobbing.

Medium

You're milking your lucky cow dry, take it easy on him. Once a day is more than enough.

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ECONOMIC HUMILIATION. A BASE METHOD, BUT EFFECTIVE.

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He even makes the same sound you make when you're thinking.

Easy

A tone so venomously sarcastic it's worse than no admission.

Easy

Sarcastic or not, you have bent him to your will. You can use him in theatre.

Easy

It's like asking a child with no experience of the world who they'll work with. He has no frame of reference.

Medium

New post-assignment achievement: Zero out PSEUDOPOD.

Medium

Every once in a while he accidentally wanders close to the edges of his limited experience in the world, and when he does a deep and primal fear enters his eyes.

Easy

Not nearly as confident his put-on persona as he pretends.

Easy

He shrinks even as he is suggesting.

Easy

Fucker of mothers.

Medium

Is that the problem? Do you have to fuck your imprint? Is that the only way to resolve the hatred between you?

Easy

He stays at the bar until they kick him out, and then wanders around town until they let him in again.

Easy

It's conceivable he's even convinced them to let him sleep here.

Medium

It's not obliviousness, at least not primarily-- there's something else holding him back..

Medium

Fear. One foot back in that place, and his fantasies about being the original will collapse on him.

Medium

A tiny reflected Hershel stares back at you, framed in hair.

Easy

Like a well-scrubbed bathroom tile.

Formidable

The paleolithic huntress exhales as she fondles the precious river stone, the primal superstition inside her calmed -- for the moment.

Easy

Smile of feral victory.

Easy

It's like watching all the worst parts of yourself bound up in a male body -- and an ugly one, to boot.

Medium

The last time you spoke, there was a hint of desperation in how he insisted he was the original. Not anymore. Now he's had days to indoctrinate the idea into himself.

Trivial

And still no pants on him.

Medium

He has made it clear he will betray you first chance he gets. A treacherousness so overt, it is somehow easier to deal with.

Medium

The vicinity displays a marked absence of 'new friends'.

Easy

When he runs up against the limits of his memory, the fantasy threatens collapse.

Easy

Like an epic romance from mythology, your hatred of Eszti echoes through your incarnations, undying.

Medium

He's like a laboratory where you can see what you actually think, stripped of all niceties.

Medium

Nothing short of an in-theatre liability and, what's worse, one that's auto-generating false lore in real time.

Medium

It's in the air. In the smell of your sweat, in the rhythm of your breathing.

Easy

Like a well-scrubbed bathroom tile.

Formidable

The paleolithic huntress exhales as she fondles the precious river stone, the primal superstition inside her calmed -- for the moment.

Medium

It's never going to work like that. You have to believe.

Easy

This tradition is sacred to him.

Trivial

Still no pants, though.

Easy

It's not just earnestness... what fills his voice is a kind of anti-irony. A wilful, forced belief.

Easy

And below, the abyss of doubt.

Medium

It's exactly the way those kids learn the lore from their wolf show -- fiction imbibed with a seriousness that outstrips anything in real life.

Easy

Nearly the entire sub-thirty population of the city, most of whom are hooked on Luzian fashion.

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The importer persona is simply not deep enough to occupy his whole personality, so it multiplies by nature, trying to fill the empty space where a person should be.

Medium

You should have never left him unsupervised.