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| rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] You've come too far to be turned back by a few […] bandaged warriors. And by a mass of spider-flesh the size of an elephant. And by God knows how many lethal sorrow-spiders... Hmm. Perhaps you had better stockpile some ammunition. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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| Success title | - A series of satisfying splatches
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| Failure description | - You take cover behind a sheet of flowstone and begin to pick off the sorrow-spiders, one by one. They scurry frantically in search of you. They're getting closer to your position! You withdraw into the Forest to lose them.
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| From Card/Storylet title | - Ambition: Nemesis 16 - the Grand Sanatorium
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| Success description | - You take cover […] and begin to pick off the sorrow-spiders […] the tomb-colonists […] scan the Flowstone Forest […] but you remain well-hidden. The spider-council […] curses the […] tomb-colonists in French and Russian and a haughty, ducal English.
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| Description | - You've come too far to be turned back by a few […] bandaged warriors. And by a mass of spider-flesh the size of an elephant. And by God knows how many lethal sorrow-spiders... Hmm. Perhaps you had better stockpile some ammunition.
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| abstract | - From: [[]] You've come too far to be turned back by a few […] bandaged warriors. And by a mass of spider-flesh the size of an elephant. And by God knows how many lethal sorrow-spiders... Hmm. Perhaps you had better stockpile some ammunition. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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