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<span class="mu-r">I'll get rid of the cool-down system I proposed. In hindsight, that was dumb. Instead, I'll just make sure there are consequences if you use memes too much in a short space of time.</span>
Your brain blazes as it prepares a memetic protocol for deployment. In a fraction of a second, it scrutinises every scrap of information that you've subconsciously collected about Brute. Next, your larynx is primed with the ideal octaves to influence that man in particular, to give him a command that he will simply find irresistible. Every part of you above your shoulders feels like it's on fire but what happens next makes it all worth it.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“I am not the enemy. The little man wants you all dead – he doesn't want to share the salvage. You should deal with him.”</span></span> It's not an ideal use of a meme, as you're still learning the language of these outsiders. Nevertheless, the oscillating bass of your voice causes the axe-totting giant to blink and look down at Squat. The anxious runt gives him a baffled look in return.
“Don't tell me you believe–”
Before Squat has time to react, Brute has split his ugly skull in half. The short fellow slumps to the earth, gore flooding out of the horrible wound that was once his face. In that moment, a lot of things happen.
Wires starts screaming at Brute, though most of what she says can be boiled down to “what the fuck is wrong with you.”
Cries and gasps erupt from the tribesmen as they raise their knives, uncertain if Brute is going to turn on them next.
The axe-wielding behemoth just readies his axe for another swing as he faces the Voss. “Never liked him anyway,” he grumbles.
Youth suddenly breaks into a sprint, scrambling down the slope away from you. He's not sticking around to see who dies next.
In the middle of the chaos, you take aim at the fleeing boy. Before you're able to fire though, he throws down that sled of his and chucks his body on it, using the momentum to surf down the mountain slope. He's suddenly a much smaller target, moving much faster than you'd like and veering crazily from side to side. With no guarantee of hitting Youth, you decide against taking the shot. There's no point in wasting bullets, especially if it causes Brute to start swinging.
“Wait, you... You're a fucking Sleeper!” As Wires puts two and two together, she suddenly becomes apprehensive. “Look, listen – we didn't realise what we were getting into. Just let us go and we'll move on, I swear it!”
As for Brute, he just seems puzzled. “The fuck's a Sleeper?”
>Let them go. They've learned their lesson and won't bother you again.
>Demand that they stay, under threat of death. You have questions that need answers.
>Gun them down. You're not about to take any risks with these looters.
>URGE: Have Brute kill Wires next. You could always use some more muscle.
>URGE: Compel Wires to answer any questions you have. She seems knowledgable.
