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>DC: 10
>RESULT: 14
>PASS!
Work fast.
You follow the thin light of the navigation device, querying the mass grave for the rough locations of the bodies. But as you grab the first arm in reach, the pulped flesh gives way and something black and horrid and *viscous* squirts onto your oversized goggles.
You stop. Something in you snaps. You feel nothing but disgust and contempt for all this cold, rotting flesh. With your weapons and Mementoes in hand, you start to hack at the bodies without abandon. Chop, chop, chop. Ah, this is not as <span class="mu-r">fun</span> as it could be, dismembering only these old, rotten, scarred corpses...
You rip and tear your way until you find the first Street Sweeper. The armor of the fellow is intact but his helmet has been cracked open like a pigeon's egg. Unlike his deeper brethren, this one is still recognizable as a human, albeit marked by the taint of malmutation from his years of service.
You start to extricate the poor bastard from his wretched tomb but then a light shines in the dark...
