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Your antlers are beginning to crack underneath his steely grip. Trickles of crimson and magenta blood pour out of your horns and down your forehead. If you don't do something, he'll snap them off.
Your brain begins to fry under the strain of activating BOOSTED PUPPETEER but it's the only out you think you have here. You stare down at the Admiral with a snarl forcing itself across your mouth. Your other allies are watching with bated breath except for Ashley, who watches on with dread. <<span class="mu-b">"Fuck, fuck, I shouldn't have gone on this mission."</span>>
"Is it not your fault that your mind is so weak, I could read you like a book?" You stare down at the Admiral. A bright blue glow is flickering in the corner of his eyes as he watches you struggle. "You're a fucking coward. Having to ride that fancy boat. Having to wear that fancy overcoat. Yet your mind is like a god damn book."
<span class="mu-s">"I would watch your tongue, missy."</span> His grip tightens around your antlers. You nearly bite your tongue off as you clench your teeth. Every inch of your antlers is burning like a red hot iron is being shoved into them. <span class="mu-s">"It's your fault for being caught in the first place."</span>
"Why would I watch my tongue when all I see is an old fuck who's stuck in the past? It's 2255, you son of a bitch. You're 370 years old. Yet you got tricked by a bitch who's only 20. Maybe 22! Fuck if I remember!" You slam your hands onto the table. "You're supposed to be better than me. Stronger in every sense. Yet your mind is that of a feeble old MAN! YOU LOST! YOU'RE MAD THAT YOU LOST! YOU'RE MAD THAT I WOULD'VE WON THIS GAME OTHERWISE!"
>23! SUCCESS!
You're nearly sent falling to the floor with how harshly he shoved you. Your allies spring into action and quickly catch you before you crack your skull open. Would've been a horrid way to die, frankly! The chair you were sitting on is righted back into place and you're promptly placed back down on it.
"Fuck." Adam dabs at the blood leaking out of your cracked antlers and the raw skin around the base of your antlers with a handkerchief. "You okay?"
"Fine." You mutter. Your head is spinning from what you had to do to get this thing. No, not even a man. Not an anomaly. This thing in the shape of a man. Your head is throbbing in agony.
>-2 RESTRAINT! -1 FLESH!
<span class="mu-s">"She wasn't wrong."</span> The Admiral hisses under his breath. It's like admitting that was physically painful to him. Hell, you swear you saw a gash opening across the side of his face just by saying that. <span class="mu-s">"Fine. I'll forgive this transgression.
You'll even get a small trinket. Just don't let me catch you doing that again."</span>
<<span class="mu-b">"It'll be worth it. Once she's bleeding on the ground. Once her eyes lose those vile pink lights."</span>> And then, you can't hear anything from his mind. Seems like trying to mindread him is going to be a lot harder now. So be it.
You pull out the FOUL TOOTH out of your pocket and with a decisive motion-
You drink the foul ichor.
