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(ROLL FAILED)
With eager trepidation you attempt to reach out for something, anything, but your body refuses to move. It’s as if the synapses that tell your meaty limbs to pulse and contract are dull. You try hard to wade through the motionlessness of being, but you’re trapped.
Something spills out of your mouth as you beg for help, but there is no help to be found. Like sea water, regret comes gushing out of you and coagulates at the bottom of your mouth, gumming up your ability to speak. Static fills your eyes.
Wordlessly, the inspector Delta raises one foot in the air, and when it comes crashing down, you feel—
—
(Purification failed…)
