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He's crying, the massive perv, we know he is. Lucky for him he's also in death pain. Cloaking the tears.

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So many bullets... so hard to think...

Medium

Bleeding internally, projectile lodged in the upper left thorax.

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Leaving a smear of blood across the left ear seam.

Medium

His cheek is rough with stubble.

Formidable

Sealed within the penthouse suite of a central hotel in Cicatriz Frontera, a girl looks up from her keyboard, caught unawares by a ripple of strange sadness.

Medium

Operant KALEIDSCOPE: LOST.

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A stranger's death in a strange city. You were the final friend he had.

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Into the breach now, operant. Steady hand.

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The voice of the Opera's Head Traumatist barks in your mind: Push harder than you think you should. Force the clot.

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The red hole hisses beneath your hands.

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The transluscent sticker fills with blood, but holds.

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Into the breach now, operant. Steady hand.

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Shards rain over you as bullets pierce the strengthened glass.

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So many bullets... so hard to think...

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Bleeding internally, projectile lodged in the upper left thorax.

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Her Ultra Violeta pin badge is stained completely red.

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Her cheek is soft against your fingers.

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Not long left. A minute, maybe.

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Shards rain over you as bullets pierce the strengthened glass.

Medium

Asset YO-YO: LOST.

Challenging

Your dear friend Tempo, dead twice on your watch.

Medium

Into the breach now, operant. Steady hand.

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Asset YOUNGBLOOD: LOST.

Formidable

YO-YO. Should've been YO-YO.

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Asset: LOST. Cryptonym yet to be assigned.

Trivial

You barely feel it.

Medium

Keep going. KALEIDOSCOPE.

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Keep going. Yana.

Formidable

You have become Pseudo-PSEUDOPOD.

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The beetle! The beetle!!

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A tiny green figure dances somersaults around him, victorious against the blue sky.

Medium

Formidable

You don't mind.

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Softer than you thought in there.

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Your nail scrapes optic nerve.

Medium

This is strange, wrong. A mutation.

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OUR BEETLE CHAMPION HAS OFFERED HIMSELF UP AS MIND-STEED.

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The beetle! The cömrade beetle!!

Medium

Formidable

It is singing the song of Ramses' own death.

Challenging

THE PEOPLE'S WINGS WILL CARRY HIM HOME.

Medium

Easy

The sombre one lives.

Medium

His future just fell away from him. He's lost in time.

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The Hundred-Eyed Golem has retained no face, just a gaping red hole full of quivering viscera.

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THE PEOPLE ROAR YOUR NAME.

Challenging

You lean against the tram's movement, managing to maintain your balance.