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'Eschaton': the day after the end of time -- a final turning of divine machinery.

Easy

Your ears thrum at the mention of generic brands.

Easy

A drug order -- no question. Dr. Hugo was right, this is the man you need to fix Ramses.

Easy

There. A direct line to his suppliers. If the good doctor won't sell, you'll have to go over his head.

Medium

At least two different colours and three different consistencies in there. That's not a drug, that's a cocktail.

Challenging

That is... oddly satisfying.

Challenging

Vicarious living achieved. You know you haven't ingested anything, but you are without a doubt a little high.

Challenging

He'd happily sell drugs to you. He's just caught wind of an opportunity to get something out of you.

Easy

The implication is that you'll know it when you see it. Extremely ominous.

Easy

Two words: Lab Grade.

Medium

The seething -- it overrides any and all underlying emotions.

Challenging

You can almost see the spine rip itself out the back of him and slither off.

Medium

This is the closest he's ever got to having respect for his former colleague.

Formidable

A twitch under his eye. He masks it with anger but there is real upset there.

Medium

Squeeze him! Get the man-drama.

Medium

Enabling subconscious links between several participants, all wearing headsets. Very futuristic.

Medium

Smuggling the ethereal objects of the subconscious into the physical world.

Medium

A middle finger to natural law.

Medium

No hint of a smile with that one.

Medium

No one is safe from the threat of cold storage.

Challenging

The freezer is broken, the meat is going bad. Dr. Gonza labours on in hot storage.

Easy

There's clearly history between the two doctors. Best guess is they used to work together -- that's your in.

Medium

Fists clenched, he adopts a strained position against the desk. Everything under his skin tightens.

Medium

Drug... pulsing... madness.

Medium

Filth soiled by cleanliness.

Medium

The implication is that you'll know it when you see it. Extremely ominous.

Challenging

Medium

Your brain is constantly churning out natural neurochemicals, it is basically made of drugs. Who are you to say no?

Easy

Two words: Lab Grade.

Easy

He offers a limp salute and bows his head.

Medium

The obvious question -- can he be weaponised somehow?

Medium

That is definitely, 100% a real condition.

Medium

The sheer density of misinformation delivered here could power a propaganda network for years.

Challenging

You have stepped through a portal to another time, where ailments are understood in terms of humours and bile of various colours, and the treatments prescribed can range from leeches to trepanation. All bets are off.

Formidable

Acid sildenafil.

Medium

Put it this way -- will it help? No. Will it make his condition any worse? Also probably not.

Medium

Unfortunately, in the midst of all his ramblings, he has discovered a point.

Medium

PSEUDOPOD harboured a secret love for Luzian pop music? Seems unlikely.

Medium

HE STARTED DEFECTING THE MINUTE HE DONNED THE HEADPHONES.

Challenging

Raw fear behind his eyes.

Challenging

The Mycellial Controller.

Medium

He was a rule-follower, alright. It's written all over his face.

Medium

Legendary

Belonging to the order of things that should not exist.

Easy

Better known as 'playing dead' -- widely observed in the animal kingdom, unheard of in humans.

Medium

If true, this would be an invaluable skill for an operant to master.

Medium

Lopsided, only one half of his mouth lifts to bare his teeth in the sinister smile he gives you.

Challenging

'It takes one to know one', his expression says.

Medium

Like watching flies bounce off a pane of glass.

Challenging

Take it from somebody who shoots his conscience with a designer drug-loaded dart every time it so much as stirs.