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The goal to handle this interaction is professionalism, a small dose of groveling, a pinch of sadism...
<statement>We're glad the first death pleased you. His pain went on well before we crushed his throat.
The Light Thing--Rainbow? Whatever, rolls its eyes at you, one getting stuck at the top of the 'eyelid frame' and falling with an audible snap.
It snaps its fingers, leaving the blue flame hovering in midair, a more vibrant lighting than the drab green so it can approach you.
>"To end his misery. Probably would have made widdle crosses over your hearts if you weren't all comatose in your soon-to-be deathbeds. You all suck at cruelty, you're as transparent as the ruptured condom that caused half of you accidents."
That didn't work, but it didn't seem to piss the freak off, so that's better than nothing. It steps to the side of the machine, resting an elbow on it.
>"Don't bother trying to impress me with anything you lugnuts have to say, I’ve met dead dogs more articulate. Impress me with violence. I don’t bullshit with formalities.”
It gestures to the notch on the Remnant machine, where it’s currently resting at 7. The little notch quivers every now and again.
>”Do your shopping, kiddos. Or, if you’re getting a taste for it...
>”Buy from me instead. Another dose of the good shit from me, and you can burn down the whole goddamn forest.”
The Remnant Machine’s options haven’t changed:
>see the catastrophe, takes just a little bit of it, do this often.
>soul strengthening, takes a bit more than a little bit, makes you stronger, don’t do more than twice.
>public hypnosis, takes a lot of this stuff, get away with anything you want for a day, don’t fully understand it, takes five days to activate again.
>weaponize it. you’ll know.
