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| rdfs:label | - One must also consider the nature of the speaker
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| rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] ' - it was in one such cellar, lit by flickering oil lamps, that a true believer among the devils told me that men's souls would be judged by their politics alone, and that morality was obsolete...' [Find the rest of the story at ]
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| Challenge information | - Narrow,
*4 and below - Almost Impossible
*34 and above - Straightforward
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| Failure description | - - and the devil […] went on to tell me that my politics were vile […]. He went on that I may as well […] enjoy whatever base pleasures remain to me. We had to leave when the pub was raided for reactionary elements. […]'
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| From Card/Storylet title | - Day 15, Sinking into Freedom
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| Success description | - ' - and the devil […] went on to tell me […] I may as well set myself to depravities […]. He claimed that it would have no effect on my soul […] Our conversation was cut short by a pack of eyeball-finger things […]'
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| Failure summary | - The devil tells you that your politics are deplorable. He then points you out as the pub is being raided by revolutionaries.
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| Description | - ' - it was in one such cellar, lit by flickering oil lamps, that a true believer among the devils told me that men's souls would be judged by their politics alone, and that morality was obsolete...'
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| Success summary | - The devil tells you to do atrocious things; they'll have no effect on your soul. But your conversation is cut short by creatures that want a place at the table you and the devil share.
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| abstract | - From: [[]] ' - it was in one such cellar, lit by flickering oil lamps, that a true believer among the devils told me that men's souls would be judged by their politics alone, and that morality was obsolete...' [Find the rest of the story at ]
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