> You summon up every shred of courage and self-esteem you hide within your abuse-battered mind and confront Jerl.
> In between fear-spasms, you manage to stammer out an ultimatum: Jerl must begin to treat you with respect and grant you rights including but not limited to the right to look strangers in the eye and the right to party. Jerl roars at the challenge, and demands that you put up your dukes.
> Suddenly, the fear that moments before plagued you fades away like smoke in the air. You are determined, you can see what you want and you are finally willing to do something about it. If Jerl wants you to put up your dukes, then goddamn it you will put up your fucking dukes.
> Unfortunately, your dukes are indolent and inbred from years of uneven wealth distribution and sickening extravagance. Jerl punches a hole through your face.
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> GAME OVER
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