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You feel yourself formulating an ideology of survival. But before you can articulate your thoughts to the others, a wave of dizziness washes over you.

"Crowchar!" Alexius says, looking down at your side.

Finally you see what you hadn't noticed during all the excitement, since your jacket hid it: a twisted piece of metal sticking out of your side. You touch it and the pain is like being shot. You topple forward as a red-black haze swallows you up. Your last thought is that you may not get to learn when you are after all.

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