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<span class="mu-s">"You keep these. You got a good one. On me. And I will teach you a lesson. Once the game is done."</span>
>VIOLENCE CHECK: PASS!
The game soon wraps up as you manage to put him into checkmate with your last three remaining pawns and your queen. Surrounded. The fog of war surrounding your vision leaves you. You can now see and hear the raging storm above you. You turn your glance over to your allies.
They are patching themselves up and trying to keep some measure of sanity from the damage they took in the crossfire. An awe-struck smile rests on Lex's face. Ashley is giggling to herself, as if she just heard the funniest joke known to man. Adam is forcing Benedict to swallow some pills. Benedict is thrashing around and would be screeching if, again, his mouth wasn't covered by Adam's hand.
All over their bodies, you can see wounds forcefully ripped across their body, except for Lex. The whalebone chestplate he's wearing is nearly about to shatter. <span class="mu-i">Only that from the sea may protect you from the Admiral.</span>
>-1 FLESH AND RESTRAINT TO YOU AND ALL ALLIES BUT LEX! LEX'S ARMOR HAS 1 CHARGE LEFT!
>-1 LALILU PILL TO RESANE BENEDICT! HE IS NOW AT 3/6!
The crew of the S.S. FREEDOM is in equal parts awe and sheer, mortal terror. They raise their harpoons in a vain attempt to intimidate and scare you and the Admiral. A sparkle of sheer awe twinkles in Abraham's eyes. "Beautiful." He mutters under his breath. "This is beautiful."
Looking down at the ground, you see what has horrified them. A solid twenty foot radius around you and the Admiral has been completely burnt to a crisp. Looking further down, your legs and feet are oozing a black ichor not too dissimilar from the FOUL TOOTH fluid you drank from the many wounds torn into them. Reaching up to touch your horns, they definitely grew two inches.
You turn back to the Admiral. All over his body, you can see the wounds you inflicted on him from your latest match. Stab and slash wounds cover every inch of his torso in a latticework pattern. The fingers on both of his hands are shattered and bent in awkward, horrible angles. When he flashes his smile, you can see that several teeth are now missing. His breathing is ragged, heavy, yet excited.
<span class="mu-i">It's been so long since I've been challenged in any way.</span>
<span class="mu-i">Man strives to dominate. To achieve greatness at any cost. But once at the top, there's nowhere to go but down.</span>
<span class="mu-i">After centuries of total domination. After centuries of commanding my ship with perfect precision.</span>
<span class="mu-i">Sometimes. Sometimes, losing would've felt better than winning. For total dominance and total power brought me no satisfaction. Only boredom.</span>
<span class="mu-i">And I wept, seeing as I thought I had no more worlds to conquer. But no. A new piece stands before me. Refusing to back down.</span>
<span class="mu-s">"Game's not finished."</span> The board resets. He sounds happy as he struggles to speak. <span class="mu-s">"It's been a good match. So far. I almost wish it didn't have to end."</span>
[UNSTABLE] "If only."
